Big Bladder Origins - 5

Next in was Allegra herself :

The entire crowd went frenzy to see Allegra. She was the poster child of holding and a role model for millions of girls who were trying to adapt to a lifestyle without voiding.

"Allegra began with a strained voice : 

Before I begin, let me apologize for such an outrageous change of plans. Originally I was supposed to come at the end of the contest to share my story with you but you know... Desperate times call for desperate measures."

With a click of a button, the screen behind her displayed the current situation of her bladder. It was filled to 108% of her actual limits. The screen however hid the rest of the details like actual volume, muscle strength left, duration of hold etc.

She continued :

"As you can see, just like this dress can barely contain my massive silicone globes, my bladder can barely contain the massive load I had been holding for the past few days. The pain however does not deter me from containing my dirty liquid from seeing the light of the world. I have hidden the story of my origins for all the time I could remember but today I shall share it with you. . ."

"For me holding and desperation has always been about hiding and suppressing one's dire need to void. As a child I always used to imagine the characters in a movie absolutely dying to pee but hide it somehow or playing. Barbie dolls - another fascination of mine, I used to think how they had no pee holes meant that they are never supposed to pee and so on. I always kept a close eye on how girls around me coped with their bodily needs in situations which didn't permit the use of a loo. . ."

"But I got the real taste of desperation after this particular incident. I always wanted to be a glamour -fetish model. However belonging to an orthodox family my parents never supported me on that. Instead they forced me to study law. When I turned 18, I registered myself with a modelling agency which specialized in launching young models in the fetish industry and luckily it was owned by one of my friend's father. My first modelling assignment came around 3 months later. It was a unique one. The theme was bodytape fashion wherein intricate patterns of adhesive tapes are cut and decorated all over the body. Tape-dress if that's the correct term, I don't know. But the problem was - the event clashed with my final exams. I had to appear for a 6 hour long tests every alternate day for a week. And this modelling event happened to be right after the exam. When I talked to the main event coordinator about my predicament she suggested an idea.. . "

"The day prior to the exam my Mom dropped me at the local library in the morning. My plan was to go through my syllabus as fast as I could and then sneak out through the back door before Mom returned. The only problem was that I always had to drink a few cups of tea to wake my brain up. That particular day I downed 4 cups of tea without thinking of the consequences. That the library did not have a toilet totally went out of my mind . 

Once at the library I began going through my notes Throughout the daylight I studied in the library sipping water and munching on light snacks mindlessly.  An hour or two later I began feeling slight twinges in my bladder but I ignored it. I thought I could rather hold it till it got urgent and not waste time. Another hour later the urge got stronger - the kind of one which makes you think that getting to the toilet would feel good but is manageable at the same time. I was wearing a body suit and a skirt, and I didn't have a jacket with me. When the librarian dropped the AC temperature to beat the outside heat things got difficult. The cold started to get on my nerves. I paced around the room to stay warm. Changes my seat to sit away from the vents but nothing was working. My desperation was starting to rise faster than I could manage. All the tea and water was starting to hit my bladder really hard. 

My immediate reaction was to stop drinking additional water but I found out that I had already emptied 3 500ml bottles already. Summers were hot in my city you know. Merely acknowledging the fact was making me go crazy.  I clenched my teeth and got back to studying.  Everytime a wave hit I had to change my sitting position and slowly move back and forth. I didn't even realize how and when I had started vigorously fanning my legs. I was sweating with my efforts to hold the ever increasing load. I had faced such situations before but this time I didn't have anything to busy my mind. The boring notes didn't help at all. With great efforts I managed to last through the day but after sitting for nearly 10 hours my body demanded a bio-break. The need was very urgent but I was caught short. I went out to see if there were any nearby restaurants or public toilets but in vain. I paced around and thought of calling my mom to take me home so that I could empty myself but that would mean losing my chance to go to the studio.

I held my breath and clenched my muscles as hard as I could. Time passed very slowly. Waiting for my friend to arrive was making me go frantic. I wanted to cry and there was no way I could get my mind off the pressing need. Valentina, my friend arrived in her car at evening 6, which meant I had been without a toilet for 13 hours and nearly 2 liters of liquid was in my system. As soon as I got into the car I begged to her to find me a toilet but she ignored it. She could not imagine how badly I had to go. It was on the verge of coming out. As she pulled into the studio, I grabbed my pussy as a last resort.

"Stop doing that Alle! There are no toilets here and mind you - do not embarrass me in front of my friend. So behave!"

"Are you fucking kidding me! I am going to wet myself here and you say there are no toilets here! "

"Welcome to the Fashion Industry" She sarcastically said and dragged me inside.

I met this guy named - Max there. He was tall, handsome and a perfectly chiseled body. His voice was so deep & manly that I could climax right way at his slightest touch. He had been called specially for me and his job was to cover my body with intricately designed pieces of tape. My exams were scheduled consecutively throughout the week and the event was scheduled two days later, right after the exam slot. I would not have time to get ready. So Max had would work on my body on those two days building the pattern chunk by chunk.

I was mortified. Had I been devoid of my bursting bladder I would have flirted with Max or even pulled him to fuck me right away. The nerves of my body were yearning to release the pent up pee but I was even shy to bring it up. I chose to clench my muscles harder and hold my breath. I kept chanting to myself "Hold i, hold it, hold it"

I had no qualms about being naked in front of them but I was horrified. Slightest of the leaks could be seen by him. As he pulled in his equipment and the set of tapes he instructed me to be absolutely still and that he would be starting at the pussy as it is the most difficult area to work on. I was seeing stars behind my eyes as he began rubbing the cold solution on my shaven pussy to clean it. Slight movement here and there was making my toes curl. It was fucking impossible to sit still with my legs spread apart and Max twitching and blowing on my pussy. 

"Do you have to pee?" He casually asked

"No . .I. ..Just a little. . " My cover was blown. I could see my friend laughing at the other corner of the room.

"I hope that won't be a problem for you. Because the adhesive is going to be very strong so we advise girls not to try to pull it off just because you may have to pee. And second , try no to leak because the adhesive may loosen up and fall down anytime. You don't want that to happen - especially on the runway."

"I.  . Can I use the toilet then?"

"Whoa ! Didn't you use it before coming here?" The guy was taken aback. "Why didn't you tell her Valentina?"

"I could hold it myself. So I thought she could hold it as well" She replied.

"Not everyone can hold it as long as you!" Max yelled at her.

"A model is supposed to be immune to such needs Max. . . Alle will learn it too."

 "You're in deep shit Allegra. . .We don't have toilets here. Guess you will have to keep yourself corked up!"

I bit my lips while he continued to work and stuck the tapes bit by bit over my pussy. I could see the pattern building as he worked his way up my body. Around 3 hours later he finished his job and my belly was shining with tapes and glitter. Max and Valentina helped me get back in my bodysuit and then the skirt. My bladder was bulging out obscenely and the zip refused to comply. I was pale with fear. If my Mom found out that I had not used the toilet all day she would kill me.

Max understood my situation and with one severe effort he pulled the zip to the top. My 2" , 2 liter bulge was instantly flattened. I thanked him with a strained voice and gave him a peck before leaving. 

"You're good! Just try not to pee!" Max whispered in my ear.

Soon we were on our way to the library again. I felt my bladder sloshing with pee worth 16 hours. Valentina laughed at my sight.

"Stay tight girl. You have a long way to go!" 

Once she dropped me I sneaked back into the library. And at the very moment my Mom arrived. It was pure luck which saved me. I walked to her in the parking and in no time we were at home. There was a constant tingle down there. Being at home with everyone around, in a quiet place was making me hot. I had to behave normally in front of my parents, eat dinner, do the dishes, help Mom clean the table and even study a little more before going to the bed. Imagine doing all this when you have been putting off your toilet breaks all daylight. Another glass or two of water was unavoidable as my throat was dry as a desert.

I was kegeling with my muscles to prevent an outburst. I quietly sat on my heels as I pretended to study. My father was in the room reading a book and my mother sat next to him sewing some stuff. They were talking occasionally without any idea that their beloved daughter was holding a time-bomb under her tight clothes. I kept my words to a minimum and breathed as slowly as possible. My bladder ached and tried to contract every now and then It was not happy with the additional water it had with dinner.

Two slow hours and another glass of water later, it was time for lights-out. I had not peed for over 19 hours then. By today's standard 19 hours is nothing. But back then for me it was tremendous. I could not sleep at all that night. The sound of the fan, the crickets, the ticking of the clock all seemed so loud in the silence of the night. I wrestled between the sheets tossing and turning to hold my flood inside. I opened my computer and sent a Yahoo message to Valentina. I was weeping by then and was in pain. 

She tried to console me and told me that it was going to be the new normal. But I remember her words vividly when she said :

"Models are supposed to hide it and even possibly enjoy holding it. That's her true identity. Any model who doesn't enjoy holding eventually fails! I do not go to the toilet until I leak. I force myself to walk on the ramp with a damp undies"

That was the turning point of my life. All my childhood memories and fantasies came rushing to me. I was on cloud nine when I realized that I was actually living my childhood dream of having to hide it. I was panting as the waves got more intense all of a sudden. I tried going back to sleep and for the wee hours of the morning I somehow fell asleep. I dreamt of peeing endlessly. I woke up with a jolt and my hands immediately flew to my crotch to examine if there was any damage. Luckily there was none.

That morning I decided to take this dangerous game a notch up. Valentina's words had inspired me. So before leaving for the exam I chugged an extra bottle of water. My mother warned me that I would be frantic for a pee during the 6 hour long exam. I just smiled at her and told that I was thirsty. Truth be told, 26 hours worth of pee was pressurized inside my bladder and I had never been so fucking desperate ever in my life. There was a burn-fest down there and I was in sharp pain.My entire lower back was cramped. I was not enjoying it but since I wanted to be a model so badly that I decided to bear with it. Holding and hiding was what defined a model. I was feeling an adrenaline rush thinking there was still another day before i could possibly pee.

I was involuntarily walking arched forward. The pencil skirt did not help. By the time the exam began I was sweating and shaking. The first half hour of the exam was wasted. I focused all my energy to compose myself. I stared at the question paper blankly while holding my breath. That was the most difficult hour of my life or so I thought. Every line or two later I had to stop writing and casually lay my hands on my skirt. In my mind I was grabbing my pussy with an iron grip. I scribbled some answers just enough to get me through the paper ans spent the rest of my time with laying my head on the table. I was weeping and constantly fanning my legs. Even child could say I was bursting at seams.

After the exam I could not stand anymore. I waited till everyone left the classroom and the entire corridor got vacant. It was getting unbearable to withstand the pain. I unbuttoned my pencil skirt and my bulge popped out immediately. The skin was taut and pale. One could see the veins strained over my bladder bulge. 33 hours was a long time to hold even if you were not drinking as much as I did. Valentina came looking for me when I did not reach the parking in time. There was a damp spot on her tight jeans. I threw a quizzical look at her.

"Yes I have been holding . .Far longer than you . ." She uttered rather irritated.

Getting into the car seat was so painful that I started sobbing. My hands gripped my pussy so tightly that my knuckles were going white and legs were crossed like a pretzel. She drove fast enough to get us to the studio on time. Max had to come to support me to walk. 

"I can't control . . .I have to pee.  ."

"No you don't. Its normal. You will be fine." Max tried to help.

Nothing was working. My frantic movements made it difficult for Max to work. But he remained calm. He grabbed my pussy with my permission. His warm iron grip was so comforting. He held me for nearly 2 hours. I insisted that I didn't want anymore liquid to drink but he made me drink some water every now and then.

"Listen, holding does not just mean not drinking. You're risking yourself to UTIs if you get dehydrated. So stay full and stay tight" Valentina explained while drinking her 3rd bottle of water of the evening. The spot on her crotch had grown considerably larger but she made no move to act on it. She occasionally crossed her legs and acted normally.

"If I drink anymore I will explode Valentina"

"Tell me about exploding!" The sarcasm in her voice clearly implied she was fighting a battle with her bladder as well.

After 2 arduous hours, the body taping was finished. Max had to tweak his design to make my bladder bulge look normal. He wrapped my belly tightly with saran wrap despite my protests. That was supposedly to prevent the glue from loosening up as I was sweating profusely. It was taking every ounce of strength to prevent my dam from bursting. My pee hole was stressed and my muscles were losing strength by the minute. I was getting dizzy and the pain was searing through my back.

"It happens. . .You will get used to it" Valentina explained to me while returning home.

"What do you mean..Happens? Does every model need to be so desperate all the time?" I questioned angrily. My body was betraying me. I had another exam to take. Needed to sleep and was dying to pee. "Even during my childhood fantasies I never pushed my imagination so far as to make the characters hold it for over a day. How could holding pee for 41 hours be normal? How can a girl be expected to have infinite control?" I cried to her.

"Not every girl Allegra. You should have known this before signing up for becoming a model. I interview girls daily who would be nearly wetting themselves yet not speak a word. They accept the fact that they have to suppress their urges - be it at home, or public or even in private. This is a difficult profession, not just glamour. Trust me babe, if you can fight your needs for one more day and last throughout the event tomoro you will realize that the pain is worth" Valentina explained calmly. I wondered how she kept so calm even when she had been leaking for most of the evening. She should have lost her load but she still held it.

"Is it why you are not making a dash for the toilet? You have a football sized patch on your jeans?" I squeaked.

"Its because I am trying to push my limits. You may see me leaking but you will never see me have an accident." She kissed me to pacify me. 

Once I was home, I barged into my room. The pressure of 42 hours and 5 liters of intake was not hide-able. If I had to stay dry I needed my hands on my crotch gripping them like a vice. I changed into my loosest of clothes and popped in some sleeping pills. I somehow managed to fall asleep. 

My bladder was on fire the next morning. 50 hours without a leak and no sight in relief. I pretended to be ill and covered myself with a trench coat before I went to the exam by foot. All the jolts and movements were making me weaker and weaker. I tried to act normally but my hands were shaky, hair messy and eyes spore and red. I could not keep my back straight anymore. My bulge was rock hard and the tight saran wrap underneath was cutting right over the apex of my bladder. The skirt was buttoned up tight to prevent any suspicion. The morning tea cups were a mistake but so much for looking normal. Kept my talk to the minimum and popped in painkillers to last through the day.

The pills were working like diuretics making every ml of liquid hit my tired bladder like hammer. I could not write a word in the exam and I knew I would flunk. All that mattered was to keep dry and not piss myself. Every minute that passed by was getting me close to the disaster. Valentina's words echoed in my ears - models are supposed to hold it and hide it. Evening came somehow. I had tears in my eyes. My dream of becoming a model was getting realized. I still have no clue how I managed to start to walk the ramp. But something happened and a few feet down the ramp my legs started shaking. I froze. My body shuddered. My bladder was violently contracting to expel the litres of pee. My muscles no longer had the power to store the intensely pressurized pee. The entire audience laughed at me for not being able to suppress my desperation. I stopped in the middle of the ramp. 63 hours of pee was boiling inside me and my body had no strength to withstand it anymore. I closed my eyes shut and my hands were in my crotch. They were the only thing that prevented the pee from gushing out. Max came running to the ramp, lifted me up and took me backstage. Valentina was worried now but despite my plead and begging they didn't make any arrangements to let me relieve myself.

After the main round was over they made an announcement that I was a debutant and that I had prepared really hard for the show by taking exams during the daytime and getting the body work done during the rest of the day. And all this time I put off using the toilet just like a professional. 63 hours of pee was inside my body and yet I attempted to walk the ramp. That itself made the crowd go crazy and they all gave me a huge round of applause. Later, Valentina , Max and I walked down the ramp again albeit I needed their support. But this time the all female crowd was cheering me up.

That was moving and touched my heart. I never thought that merely putting off my toilet breaks could earn me so much respect. Even after the show , Max and Valentina insisted that I stay off the bathroom and use the pain to work harder. And guess what - that has been my mantra till day . . .- 

TO PEE IS TO SIN. . . 

With this Allegra ended her story and walked towards the Big Bladder House. . .

Big Bladder Origins - 4

Next in was Lisa

Lisa carefully walked onto the stage. Her never ending cleavage was drenched in sweat as it heaved up and down due to rapid breathing.

"Hi girls. . . Hope you all are giving a tough fight to your troublesome bladders. Today I will tell you a story of a girl who held her pee in her young days against all the odds and hope you will all be inspired to keep yourself corked up"

"After a tiresome day at work, she returned to her home. Bladder unrelieved since early morning. She absolutely hated using public toilets or any toilet for that matter. Twice a day schedule was what she had imposed on herself. Her colleagues called her squirmy. Little did they know what levels of pressure she dealt with as the day wore on. Tonight however she could not keep her eyelids open even for releasing her relieving her overworked bladder. 

The next morning she was woken up due to the incessant alarms and a sharp stinging pain in her bladder made its presence felt. She moaned but did not get out of the bed. It was the weekend after all. Ignoring the screams of her bladder she went back to sleep.

A few hours later when she finally woke up there was no stopping . She rushed to the bathroom only to find that her father was in there already. She clasped her fists in sheer frustration. She brushed her teeth at the sink in the corridor. The sound of flowing water and her father showering inside was making her go nuts. when her mother called and asked her to get something from the nearby stores. Not wanting to appear like a little whining school girl she reluctantly put up her high waisted jeans which squished her bladder bulge and went to the stores. There was a huge line at the stores already and it took her nearly an hour to get all the things. Waiting at the line was too much of a torture but she showed no outward signs. She was rhythmically clenching her muscles and shifting her weight from one foot to the other. The cashier happened to catch a sight of that and eyed her to the nearest restrooms.

She was embarrassed at that and instantly straightened herself up. When she reached the counter the cashier asked her if it was really bad. She politely refused but when her eyes fell on the wet spot on the cashier's tight jeans she realized how the poor cashier was dealing in such an over crowded situation. The walk to her home never seemed to end and all the fountains in the nearby gardens seemed to work full fledged.

Upon reaching home she found that there were guests at home. She cursed her stars. Her massively unrelieved bladder was crying for a release but now this new situation made it worse. The walls of her bathroom door were so thin that her gusher would fill the house with its noise. She did not want to embarrass her family so she held it and sat over the couch talking to them while mindlessly munching on snacks and sipping on tea which was a mistake she knew. Hours passed but none of the guests were leaving and it was nearly noon..

Her mother signaled her to follow her to  the kitchen. Lunch had to be prepared and there was no time for bathroom breaks, So our brave girl yet again held her breath as she battled with the vegetable chopping and a whining bladder. But not an 'uff' came out of her mouth. She religiously followed her mother's instructions swaying her hips slowly to contain the boiling liters of piss she had been containing for the last 26 hours. By the time lunch was prepared she was seeing stars in broad daylight. She clenched herself very hard to make sure she stayed absolutely still when she was serving lunch. She and her mom were supposed to take lunch after all the guests were done. And those repeated movements to serve the guests while bending forward or pouring glasses of water was taking a toll on her bladder.

When she and her mother sat for lunch she was constantly rocking back and forth. When her mother asked if she was okay she instantly froze. She lied through her teeth and pretended to be fine but in the reality she had started to leak. She breathed rapidly when she realized that her undies were getting damp . Her reserves of strength were depleting fast and she had little time to act. She tried to avoid more water but the hot flavor made her chug nearly an entire jug of water. Doing the dishes was absolutely hell. Her pussy lips quivered as the cold water hit her hands while dealing with delicate cutlery. Another spurt was on the way. She nearly squat down to prevent that from happening. The tight tiny thong was not meant to absorb any liquid. Having a wet spot on jeans was not affordable too. After ages, she was finally done with the dishes but now she

Around an hour later the guests finally left. She immediately rushed to the bathroom door but it was locked again. But this time her mother was inside happily gushing away her own torrent she nursed while hosting the guests. She was nearly in tears. 35 hours since her last trip to the toilet, nearly 3 liters of drinks and the damned jeans were making her go weak. She ran to her bed and crashed on her bed curling up and clenching her pussy as tightly as she could. An hour later her mother came out from the bathroom when she again ran to the bathroom. She was about to rip her jeans off when her mother yelled her that there was no water in the lines as all the guests and the cooking had used it all.

The poor girl just wanted to piss and the bowl looked so inviting. She buttoned her jeans once again with great efforts and came out. This time there was no hiding. 38 hours had passed since her last trip to the toilet and the nature kept conspiring against her. She yelped to her mother that she really had to use the toilet but her mother ignored it saying that she needed to stop making a fuss about such issues. Instead of helping her , her mother asked her to get ready as they were heading out for dinner. She rebelled but her mother silenced her. Her father did not like to hear no and would not tolerate any indecency of hers. 

Her sphincter muscles were at the end of tether. All she wanted was to pee but now one after the other events prevented her from doing so. She even thought of going to use the toilet without using the flush but her father would kill her . Many thanks to his obsessive compulsive disorder. She was panting from the efforts of squeezing herself in the tight dress for the diner and then those high heels. Seeing her obscene bladder bulge her mother tied the laces at the back of her dress too tight to flatten it.  She begged to her mother to show some mercy but in vain. Her mother thought that her daughter was merely pretending to act to avoid going out.  Little did she know her daughter was holding up 40 hours of pee. Asking to maintain composure was too much to bear for her.

Throughout the rest of the evening she could not sit or stand still. The entire restaurant knew of her predicament. The waitresses even showed her the door to the facilities but the huge beeline was not something she was willing to bear even if she broke her rule of  not using public toilets. Two hours into the diner, few more glasses of water later her body could not bear it anymore. Her muscles contracted like never before. The piss was about to explode out of her bladder one way or the other.

She begged to her parents to hurry but none of them would listen. They took their own sweet time to finish their dinner. They were pissed off at their daughter to create a scene at the diner. For her parents expected her to maintain decency was of prime importance and that she should have been able to wait for a few hours easily. When they finally exited the place, her bladder was on fire and she could no longer walk in heels. She took them off and has to take baby steps to the car. The cold weather added to her problems . 

But there was more to come. She scrunched up and reluctantly put up her seat belt. It cut right above the apex of her 43 hours full bladder now. More than 4 liters of liquid had been consumed by her and her system was working overtime to push it out. Her toes curled up involuntarily as she drove off. Every fiber in her body wanted to expel the liquid but she had nowhere to go. The tiniest of bumps on the road were hitting her bladder like a hammer. A few miles into the ride she heard a loud thud and all of a sudden lost control of the car.

She jammed her hands into her crotch as she hastily stopped the car. The tire of her car had gone flat. Perhaps something had punctured it badly. Now she was stuck on a dark road a few miles away from her home on a desolate road with two disgruntled parents and a chilling weather. She looked into the boot to see if there was a spare wheel luckily. Her father had a back problem so he would not dare bend to help her and her mother did not know how to do any of the stuff. She was pee dancing frantically trying to stem the outburst. She needed both hands to pull the wheel out of the boot and a lot of power but her body was concentrated to hold her massive torrent of pee. After waiting for a new minutes she puller out the spare wheel with great efforts . The shock was too much for her petite body to bear under such unforgiving condition. A few big spurts shot out of her pee hole due to it. She changed the wheel as fast as she could. One could not blame her for being so clumsy, her bladder was revolting against her . The dress and her tight undies were giving no room for its bladder to expand. Where else was all the pee supposed to go. 

After nearly an hour she finally finished changing the wheels. The back of her dress was wet now. She had leaked multiple spurts during the process and it was 2am in the night. 44 hours since her last relief. She fumbled to put on the keys of the car but it kept falling out of her hands. With every passing second a drop escaped. When she started the engine and tried to drive the car still would not move properly. The spare wheel was punctured as well. 
She was in tears. Her parents lost the cool then and decided to lock the car on the street itself and decided to walk the rest of the distance. She did not even have a jacket to cover herself unlike her parents. So in the chilling weather, with a 45 hour unrelieved throbbing bladder she walked nearly 3 miles on 5" heels to get back home. Every breath of hers and every few footstep later she had to stop to bend forward or cross her legs. She collapsed at the door of her place such was the pressure on her muscles. 

When her father opened the door she dashed into the house and tried to barge into the bathroom but alas! The bathroom door was locked. Her father grumpily told her that till they water back in the mainlines she would have to hold it. She could not believe her ears. Her sweet relief was separated from her just because of her father's arrogance. She begged to him but it would not melt their hearts. They went to the toilet before leaving from the restaurant so when she tried to argue her father silenced her telling that she should have used the toilets at the restaurant if she really needed to go.

Realizing that she could not do anything, she hobbled to her room and stripped naked. She crashed on her bed and curled herself up under the warmth of her blanket and tried to shut her eyes. After agonizing hours in quiet and nothing to take her minds off her bladder she somehow dozed off. The next morning when she woke up her hands flew to her bladder. A 4 inch bulge and a wet underwear patch suggested that she had dripping all night. She had never needed to pee so badly in her life. after 50 hours of holding her bladder was on fire. She hobbled downstairs with her hands jammed into her crotch. Yet again the door was locked. Her father was inside taking a shower. Her desperation was so intense that she could not utter a word to request her father to come out. She squirmed outside quietly. Her mother looked at her with disgust and told her to get ready for work as she had overslept.

When her eyes fell on the clock she merely nodded and reluctantly got into her pantsuit. She could not prevent leaking into her tight undies so she had to put up multiple pairs one above the other so that they would absorb any damage till she reached the office. She had resigned and accepted her fate that she would have to break the rule of not using any public bathroom that day. So she hurriedly dressed up  and stepped out of her home. A black Maybach car was waiting for her. She was tempted to ask the owner to drop her to the office but she resisted her temptation and tried to walk past it. All of a sudden she felt someone tap on her shoulder. Upon turning around she found a frantic driver obviously dying to pee who signaled her to get into the car.

As she entered the car she met a man who gave an offer to her "If I were you I would not think of using the toilets at the office and make a loss." When the girl asked him how he knew all that he explained that he was there at the restaurant the previous night and secretly followed her since then. When the girl listened to the offer she corked herself up  and guess what - the girl was forced to wait way longer than she expected to. The offer was too good to be turned down. . .

After all that man was none other than Mr. Locks. The twin brother of Ava's husband and that girl was nobody else but me.

That day marked the beginning of my exciting life dedicated to holding. . ."

With this Lisa ended her story and hobbled towards the Big Bladder house. . 

Big Bladder Origin - 3

Next in was : Ava

Ava slowly strutted to the dais. Walking straight and standing still itself was a miracle for her, given the fact that she had been ingesting diuretics non-stop.

"Hey everyone!" She started with a weak smile. It was no surprise to the audience. They could see the strain on the corset belts and her trembling legs. 

"My story began around a decade ago when I first met my man. I could never fathom that we would ever get hitched someday.

This happened around 15 years ago.It was a usual day at the office. Having had my sweet morning relief I was going mindlessly chugging coffee like no tomorrow. Little did I pay attention to the absurd amount of liquid that was getting ready to be pumped into my bladder. 

When I actually got up after 6 long hours reality hit me hard. My bladder made its presence known to me with great might. It was so bad that I was about to loosen the belt on my tight pencil skirt right away. That's when Mr. Locks walked into my cabin. My bladder had started to register the effects of all the morning caffeine - 6/10 I would say.

I did not want to appear impolite and resisted the urge to cross my legs tightly. Pushing all the thoughts of using the toilet to the back of my mind I began discussions with him. Besides, I always had a hollow bladder to begin with and holding it in for all daylight was not uncommon. This was just another day of suffering I thought. 

"I learnt from my very reliable sources that you're one of the most reputed lawyers in the city, one who has never lost a case." He spoke with an authoritative tone.

"You certainly have the right information Mr. Locks" I tried to appear equally authoritative. "How may I help you win the case?" 

"I have always been an exhibitionist and a strong fetishist. I chose to become a biological engineer just to fulfill my dreams. I founded a medical research & pharmaceutical company called BladdeRox a few years back. People ridiculed me because they thought it was crazy for a lady to be able fully control over her bladder and making her hold her pee was inhuman. But as more and more women started to notice that I was manufacturing pills to give them the ability to hold it longer, my business grew."

"But a foolish lady threatens my business just because she peed her pants and claims that my muscle strengthening pills are ineffective. She filed a lawsuit against me and wants my company to be shutdown"

"How would you want me to handle the case? Tell me about evidences and. . . " 

"I need you to demonstrate in the court that a woman, should she choose to, can hold her pee as long as she wants to and no external stimuli can make her wet herself" He interrupted me

"And how would I be able to demonstrate it?"

"Its very simple, the hearing of the case is scheduled in about an hour. When the prosecution lays all its allegations at us we will produce this pill in the court. This pill is meant to relax bladder muscle while also being a very strong diuretic. You will pop in one of the pills and not use the ladies room till the case is won."

"Is it really that simple?" I asked nervously. My own bladder suddenly started to become more and more restless as if it heard the idea of being unrelieved for a long time. He explained the in and out of all of his products , how the human urinary system works and what could have gone wrong with the lady who sued him. After having understood all the aspects and signing off the necessary papers I asked him meekly. . .

"Is it alright if I relieve myself before we move into the courtroom?"

"Miss Ava, you seem in dire need of a relief already... so much that you did not pay attention to the clause which states that you voluntarily forfeit your rights to use the toilet till the case is won and the client, which is me, allows you to relieve yourself"

"Yes of course!" I tried to smile faintly. I didn't think it could be as difficult as he made it sound. But things changed once we entered the court. Thick tension hung in air as we made way past the audience - surprisingly full of women. 

The case soon began and the accusations kept pouring much similar to the way my kidneys kept pouring liquid into my bladder. I was instructed by Mr. Locks to take a small sip of water from the bottle after every question. We were trying very hard to prove that the lady in question had a weak bladder. At one point we even asked her to put her hands in a bowl of cold water and stand. The judge was reluctant to allow that but the lady insisted that she could take it. The bulge of her bladder was already gargantuan but she stood absolutely still.

My bladder on the other hand was throwing tantrums. I had been separated from the toilet from just 9 hours. I was sitting with my legs crossed tightly and my hands clutching the hem of my tight pencil skirt. He threw a stern glance at me and I at once pulled my hands of my skirt.

"How long have you been holding it?" I asked her pointing to her bladder.

"Long enough. . ." She arrogantly responded.

"Number of hours?"

"4 Hours..17 minutes precisely"

"How much have you had to drink since your last break?"

"Around a 2 liter and a half" 

"Alright." I nervously began clenching my muscles under my breath. "Do you believe you have a strong bladder?"

"Of course I do!"

"Then you might as well not shy away from a holding contest"

"Who is the contender?" 

"I am."

There was a sudden uproar in the crowd. Everyone was startled. I stole a glance at Mr. Locks who was grinning at me. After hours of questioning and cross questioning the case had come to a bottle neck and this was my only hope. If I could pull this feat and prove in court that a lady can always hold her pee against all odds I would win the case. 

I asked the courtroom assistant to read the chemical report and the analysis of the pill to the judge. It stated that anyone who consumes a single pill with a liter of water is bound to experience very intense urge to urinate and may have to frequently do so for the rest of the day. Scheduled drug - not to be used without medical guidance.

I loudly announced. "I had drank around a tall glass of juice, 5 cups of coffee & around a liter of water since morning. I am fairly  am going to chug down this entire liter of water and pop this pill. After an hours gap, if the judge permits we shall continue this little experiment to see, how strong the lady in question really is"

The judge herself being at the brink of an accident decided to break off for an hour.

A minute after the court went empty I, Mr.Locks, and the prosecution stayed back for obvious reasons.There were police officers to keep an eye on us to prevent us from cheating or peeing.

The lady immediately drank a liter of water to set the game even. 

10 minutes into the break. My bladder pangs were getting stronger. I could feel the pee rushing towards my pee hole. I breathed deep and sat straight with my hands tightly clenching my knees. The lady on the other hand appeared to sit stiffly.

15 minutes into the break. The waist band of my skirt seemed to have become smaller. Upon examining I found my bladder was being severely squished under its tightness. The lady still seemed unfazed.

20 minutes into the break. I was gasping for breath. I crossed my legs and recrossed them. Involuntarily started rocking back and forth praying to my stars to let the time pass by faster.
The lady crossed her legs tightly at this point. She caught me staring at her and just to show her prowess she chugged one more bottle of water.

My jaws dropped to the ground because Mr. Locks would want me to follow suit. And lo! There it was another bottle of water.

"Mr. Locks I am already having too much to deal with. This pill is too strong for me..Please don't make me drink this"

"I am not requesting you to drink it. Its AN ORDER!"

I had my eyes brimming with tears as I reluctantly chugged down all the water and then some more just to stay on top of the game. My ever strong hollow bladder was failing miserably that day.

30 minutes into the break. I could no longer sit still at all and had to readjust my position every now and then. My zero stretch pencil skirt was cutting deep onto the apex of my bladder which desperately needed some room to expand. 

I tried to unbutton my skirt but Mr. Locks again held my hands firmly. 

"While I understand your dire needs Ms. Ava but for your own self-respect - be a sport. The lady is wearing a corset and here you are just in a regular skirt. 

"I have never been THIS DESPERATE in my life Mr. Locks. I was holding quite a volume when you walked into my office and now all this. . . I am not sure if . ."

"Shhh!" He interrupted me."Focus on your hold"

About 40 minutes into the break. I was going crazy. In my mind I was pulling and tearing my hair away. My entire body was tensed. All muscles clenched as tightly as humanly possible, toes curled and eyes shut tight. 

45 minutes into the break I was weeping. I was in tremendous pain. The lady in question was shuddering as well but still sitting quietly as her lawyer prepared for the next session. I wanted to grab my pussy and sit on my heels but I could do none of it. Thanks to the stupid skirt. 

50 minutes into the break my bladder was on fire. My pee hole burned and my insides hurt as if it was being stung by bees. I was panting and sweating profusely. All I had in my mind was to get some relief by hook or by crook. I don't know how those last 10 minutes passed but I was jolted back to reality after nearly passing out.

When I woke up from my painful unconsciousness the entire court was staring at me. For a moment I thought I had pissed myself but a second later I saw that I had been sitting with my hands forcefully buried in my crotch and shamelessly moaning.

75 minutes had passed and the court finally resumed its processing. The lady who was albeit in serious pain right now could not stand still in the box. Her lame lawyer kept producing slide after slide how her client had failed to hold her pee despite consuming bladder strengthening pills from BladdeRox.

I interrupted him with my hand still glued into my crotch. The judge scolded me for being obscene and ordered me to straighten up. Little did she know that was beyond impossible now. The heaviness in my bladder could no longer be supported with a normal composure. I held my breath and with great efforts stood straight. 

"How. . .How...m-much did you drink before consuming the pill?" I asked with a strained voice.

"4 liters of water over a day and around 13 pints of beer by the evening. "

"How long did you intend to wait?

"A full weekend without losing a drop"

"That. . .That cannot be possible. . " I tried to argue and tried my best to read aloud the warning on the bottle of the muscle strengthening pills. "WARNING -  The effect of the pills work only for 18-24 hours depending on your body, amount of liquids consumed, type of liquid consumed. For best results do not drink alcohol and consume more than 3 liters of water over this duration. Alcohol consumption may cause reversal of the desired effect and involuntary release"

The lady in question was startled. Her lawyer tried to imply that someone had tampered with the label. But I was quick enough despite my dire situation to produce the Government approvals with the same warning written over.

"But I am a strong lady and I could still hold it. The pill wreaked havoc with my system" The lady still tried to fight.

"Lady, you're barely holding 6 hours worth of pee with nearly 3 liters of intake. Here I am holding it for nearly 12 hours now, with a muscle weakening pill and have consumed nearly 4 liters of water excluding other drinks. . ."

"If that is the case let us dip our hands into the bowl of ice cold water and stand with our legs apart. That would tell who has the strongest bladder" The lady desperately whined while nearly squatting on the ground.

A chill went down my spine. May be I had crossed the line. I was frantic. My bladder was screaming and begging to spare the pain. But one look from Mr. Locks made me take the challenge. We dipped our hands in the bowl of ice cold water that had been brought earlier for various experiments. Minute after minute passed by as we scrunched up. Our existence depended our little pee holes which was somehow still locked up by our over-worked sphincters. Keeping the legs apart was such a torture. The AC on top chilled the room like a freezer. I swore to myself to never wear such ridiculously tight and short skirts to work anymore. 

An hour later, my teeth was awash with pee. I was seeing yellow through my eyes. No one was giving up. My hand was going numb and I did not have any more strength to squeeze my muscles anymore. I was contemplating to let go. Just the mere thought of it made me leak. But I quickly squeezed it with all my might. It was a coincident that the large wall clock behind us rung aloud. That was so startling that the lady lost focus and her dam burst open. Within seconds there was a huge splatter. Her gusher was huge and continued for over two minutes easily. I collapsed on the floor with my hands flying to grab my pussy. My pee was nanometres away from gushing out. Those two minutes were the longest in my life. Seeing her pee and listening to the hiss was making me go nuts. I HAD TO PEE but he held my hands and made me sit. 

When the gusher stopped and the humiliated lady stood back the judge passed the final verdict. The lady lost the case to Mr. Locks and had  to pay him 1 million dollars as compensation and her bathroom breaks were revoked by the government for lifetime. - which meant she had to ask the government every time she had to go to the bathroom.

I on the other hand could no longer wait but was forced to wait till everyone in the courtroom left. The risk of trying to move was too much. The out burst could happen anytime and I was running out of my reserves of strength. 

"You did very well Miss Ava. I am truly impressed by your holding capacity. No one except me has ever lasted for more than 3 hours while drinking such a copious amount of water with my muscle weakening pill. . .  " 

He extended his hand for a handshake. I slowly extended my hand too but the moment our hands touched my dam burst open. The sexual tension in those few seconds proved to be my undoing. It was an instant orgasm coupled with the pee forcefully gushing outside. I collapsed into his arms while still releasing my pent up pee.

Mr. Locks smiled to me and said "I guess. . .You are the one. . "

That was the beginning of our empire. . ." 

WIth this Ava ended her story and hobbled towards the Big Bladder house. . . 

Big Bladder Origins - 2

Next in was Nicolette:

" Hey girlssss! " Nicolette began, trying to sound energetic and carefree. However her over-worked bladder hindered her show. 

You all must know me as the Bitch of BladdeRox. I am the reason why many of you, your friends or girlfriends return home with wet undies or a near to explode bladder. For years together we have served with you all with the best and strongest diuretics, sexual enhancers and muscle stimulants. Today I am here to show the world that even without these aids, anyone from BladdeRox could keep herself corked up.

  

But I want you guys to know where I come from. I had a small humble beginning. It all started when the city corporation suddenly stopped the water supply to our girls-only neighborhood. The nearby residents from the posh localities complained that we consumed too much water and did not pay an equivalent water tax for it. A lawyer arrived in the morning and read to us a notice that unless we clear our bills or demonstrate judicious use of water our water supplies will not be reinstated.

It was a cold morning and hundreds of girls were in the corridor pacing here and there to relieve themselves. My early morning pee was pushing to be released .It was not an emergency but I knew it would soon be, knowing the copious amounts of water I had consumed the night before. But more than that, there were many of my sisters and friends who were in dire need to go to the toilet"

I walked up to the lawyer and and asked her what are the means to demonstrate that we would water judiciously. She laughed at me and sarcastically said 

"If any of your little ass bitches could hold her pee for a day, we would consider your case."

I rushed inside to meet all the girls who always seemed to be able to hold their waters and boast of it. But they all chickened out. A few hours passed like that and then things started to get difficult. It started raining slowly and the temperature further dropped. Our desperation rose to new levels and patience dropped lower.

Its always been the thing for me - whenever my bladder gets full I become very impulsive. I went to the lawyer to give her official response and signed up a contract stating that if I would hold my pee fro the next 24 hours, the city council would consider reinstating our water supplies. Till that time only half of the water supply would be provided to us.

Minutes turned into hours as about 500 girls went and relieved themselves and again went and again. But I sat in the common room, clenching my lady muscles to prevent the boiling pee from escape. I cursed myself for not peeing before bed thinking I could go in the morning. I cursed myself for rushing to the toilet upon waking up. I cursed myself for my choice of such terribly tight clothes.

One of my friends noticed how tightly my shorts were cutting over my bladder. That foolish girl asked me if I was sure I could handle the pressure.

"Do you think I am enjoying this..I AM ABSOLUTELY BURSTING HERE!"

Truth be told I wanted to rush to the toilets. I could see the girls entering and leaving from  there. It was so tempting. But I could not leave the room or else the guard would report that I cheated. Time was passing excruciatingly slow. I could feel the liquids during breakfast was being pumped into my bladder. I wanted to unbutton my shorts but the thong inside barely covered anything. I thought of cutting my water intake. But it proved to be my undoing as I ended up consuming more water at lunch than my bladder would have liked. On top of all the rain outside got heavier.

By evening I was a desperate mess. My friends wisely brought me a blanket to cosy in. They helped me to wrap it around me but the bitchy guard would not have it. She snatched it from me on the pretext that I would secretly leak underneath and gain an advantage. I could not risk leaking for my shorts were so tiny that the slightest leak could be seen - only if she understood it. 

My bladder would not let me sit calmly. Whose bladder would let them sit calmly if it is not relieved for 18 hours. And with so much rain around, with so much to drink and such tiny outfits that cuts right over the bladder. I couldn't bear the ever growing ache. Was not used to such pressures. The longest I had held before that day was just for 7-8 hours. This was pure torture for my unprepared bladder.

I was at 21st hour of my hold considering my last pee was the previous night. But according to the contract, which started the next morning I was merely at 12 hours. That little thought made my mind numb and all my will power dwindled within a blink of an eye. My hands shot to my pussy and my pussy screamed - RUN! YOU CANNOT HOLD FOR ANOTHER 12 HOURS! I gave up.

I got up from the couch and hobbled towards the toilet. At first everyone thought I just needed to pace around and ignored it. But when I reached the door of the toilet and turned the knob another friend of my grabbed my hand. I had little time left and my boiling pee was inching close towards the exit. She looked at me with pleading eyes as if to say "Don't pee you're our only hope". Imagine my astonishment when I looked down and found her hand tightly gripping her crotch over a growing wet patch. 

It took me a second to catch my breath as I let her go and collapsed on the floor. The muscle spasms were getting harder by the minute. So much that I curled up on the floor with my hands shoved in my crotch. Many of the girls rushed to help me and took me back into the room. I had tears in my eyes. I just wanted to sit on the white bowl and let it all go.

They all pulled my hands away from my crotch and buttoned my shorts back up. I shrieked in pain. It was not just tight, it hurt beyond belief. Nobody knew or believed that I bought clothes a few sizes too small or in some cases the smallest one. This particular short was bought a few years back before I had grown up. My bladder had to fight all this plus the constant numbing tightness. The girls tried to pacify me by foot massages, or food or making me watch movies but my mind knew only one thing that I HAD TO PEE.

The guard quietly observed all this and reported to the lawyer. And when I had actually hit the 24 hour mark she arrived at our place. I pleaded to her to allow me to go and explained how I had been holding for an extra 12 hours since the night before. She merely shrugged it off as a lie and started to examine me. She grabbed me and made me sit with my legs spread apart just to see if I had leaked. I was asked to strip down and that's when the girls in the room realize why I was in so much pain.

My belly had distended and grown big by around 2". All that mass of pee was tightly squeezed under my freaking shorts. After she had examined me thoroughly she put me back in my short and tied a belt to it. 

"You make another ruckus and I will make you wait for another day before you can appeal to the mayor. And let me tell you, If you want the rest of your girls to enjoy their stay here and not go out in the dangerous world outside just for a pee, you better want to keep your pathetic tiny bladder shut. Consider this my final warning - If you pee tonight we will cut off your water supply and force you to evacuate this shelter home " 

There was absolute silence in the room except the unwilling groans that escaped my mouth. After the lawyer left my friends surrounded me and pleaded me not to pee and somehow hang on. They had no idea what I was going through. Some of the bitches nagged that I took up the wrong challenge and that my bladder was too small for such tasks. Some labelled me as a coward. I had enough of the clamour and decided to try to sleep. The guard locked me into the room. I was all alone with my bladder to accompany me. I could feel it swell. I still can't fathom how every drop of water that hit my bladder increased the pressure at my pee hole.

The sound of the clock and the incessant rains were distracting me. I curled my toes tight, shoved my head under the pillow and crossed my legs like a preztel. I could not find a comfortable position to sleep in. And to worsen the matter I was getting thirsty ever so often. I ended up drinking around two bottles of water over night. Hours after hours passed, I wept quietly. There was no one to help me. The rest of the girls slept peacefully while my bladder was tearing itself apart.

By morning , the seams of my shorts had started to come apart. The belt clinched the apex of my bladder. When the guard opened the door from outside I jolted up. I had no clue how I had fallen asleep. My happiness knew no bounds when I saw that the official 24 hours were complete. The lawyer arrived right on time to my surprise.

"Can I please go now Ma'am? Its coming out. . ." I squeaked. As if my bladder was telling me PEE NOW! RIGHT HERE!

The lawyer smirked at me and said "No you are going to wait till we go to the city council, present your case and get the necessary approvals." A chill went down my spine. The door of the toilet was just a few metres away. All I had to do was ask the lawyer to untie the belt and I would be free to pee. 36 hours of pee was trapped inside me and little did I know how much longer would I be needed to wait.

Once at the council office, our case was presented to the mayor. After going through all the details of the hold and the circumstances I was put through, she granted the permission to start the normal water supply back on one condition. The condition was that I would have to stick to one pee a day schedule thereafter and only use the toilet at the council office everyday. My jaws dropped to the ground. It was insulting and humiliating. I rejected the offer.

The council lady was kind enough to grant me a day to think before shutting the case but asked the lawyer to keep my belt tied. They left me at the community gate. All the girls came rushing to me. My bladder bulge had grown and it didn't take them long enough to realize the efforts I was putting to save our community. I explained them about the entire situation and to my surprise they all took up the challenge of sticking to one pee a day schedule. 

The next day when the lawyer arrived I could no longer walk properly or even talk properly. 60 hours of pee was begging to be released. All the girls signed up a petition and agreed to reduce their pee breaks to once a day and presented it to her. She promptly informed the city council office and in no time our normal water supplies were reinstated.

The lawyer came to me to untie the belt but stayed silent for a moment.

"You are really good at holding it Nicolette. I may have an interesting offer for you!" I was shuddering but there was something in her eyes which told me that my bladder could take me to great heights. I nodded to her and within a flash of a second she untied the belt and whispered in my ears.

"Don't tell anybody! I will be back for you"

That lawyer was no one else but Ava and that was just the beginning of BladdeRox. And till this day I swear by holding it and keep pushing myself to hold more and more. You see, holding it can transform lives like nothing else. So keep holding with me girls! "

WIth this Nicolette ended her story and hobbled towards the Big Bladder house. . . 

Big Bladder Origins - 1

As the revelers entered the convention hall, their passes were verified by an utterly desperate attendant. With great efforts she noted all their details and took them backstage. On her way back the attendant chugged a glass of water - which by rule meant that she was there on duty and had not bailed out to find a toilet.

Lisa's team was already in the room chugging on whatever liquid they could get a hold of. On the other hand , Ava and her team could barely stand still. Allegra soon joined them. On one side of the table Ava and her team - Nicolette, Giz and Audrey took seats. To their opposite Lisa and her team - Minx, Summer Erica and one more girl called Katya was seated. 

[If you don't know about Katya - read this  : https://life-without-toilets.blogspot.com/2014/11/sunset-to-never-4.html]

Allegra took the chair. Her lips trembled as she spoke with a strained voice.

"As we all know, you're the only few girls who have qualified for this hold-it competition. The stakes are huge. How well you girls can contain yourself will determine who's city is going to win and truly become toilet free. While I do realize that no human can hold their pee beyond a certain duration and volume, I refuse to believe that those limits can't be pushed."

She paused all of a sudden shoving her hands in her crotch. "Aaahhhhh!" She moaned. The other girls in the room stood up from their seats fearing that the governor was going to lose it.

"No.. no... please sit down. Its happening to me of late. I am holding too much of pee. Way more than my body can withstand. You have no idea how hard it is to hide this in front of the world . . " She paused again before carefully removing her hand from the crotch.

"The two main categories of holding are Extreme and Regular. The split up is something like this : 

Team Ava (Extreme) - Nicolette v/s Team Lisa (Extreme) - Minx

Team Ava (Regular) - Giz & Audrey vs Team Lisa (Regular) - Erica & Katya "

"Once we begin the show, all the girls will introduce themselves on stage and then enter the holding house one by one. Nicolette and Minx are already at Level 84 with nearly 4.5 liters. Your target will be to hold till 120 hours minimum with volumes reaching 7.2 liters (2 gallons) minimum.

The Regular players will then introduce themselves and proceed to the holding house. The 4 of them are at level 12 with around 1.5 liters inside. Your target is to hold for at least 36 hours more with volumes reaching 4.5 liters (1 imperial gallon)."

"I too will be with you in the show but I won't be contesting. I will be just there to continue my hold as you girls compete. When the competition ends I will announce all the volume we had been holding inside for so long and who will be my new assistant and who will be the new mayor for both the cities"

"I need not say that any form of muscle strengthening pills or small leaks are unacceptable or activity skipping will get you and your city out of the competition. By the time the 36 hours are over we will have a winner. The one who does not leak and contains the highest volume will win this contest. Its more like the Big Brother of holding or lets say Big Bladder!"

All the girls then hobbled to the stage where the hostess had explained the rules to the thousands of girls who had crowded the hall. The introductions began  :

Mia aka Minx began:

"Hi girls!" She was greeted with a thunderous applaud from the crowd. 

"I can see that you all still remember - the true bladder queen - who had set the world record for holding it in in 2010. 7 days straight @5.6 liters! NO ONE EVER CAME CLOSE! NO ONE EVER WILL! And today I am set to break my own record!

But before we do that let me tell you my story. How all of this started.

I come from a very rich family. Dad was a successful businessman and Mom was a very successful social entrepreneur. However things were never favorable in the countryside so we moved to the city. Everything changed with that.

We were trying to gel well with the rich neighborhood we had moved into. Their etiquette , rules, dos and don'ts were amusing. One such untold etiquette or mannerism of a rich young girl was not going to the toilet even when the need would get worse,

I was not endowed with a very big bladder to begin with. Was always an above average capacity girl - who could just last all day-light if need be. After spending first few weeks at our new place I realized that the society looked down upon girls who had to use the toilet just like that. In fact business ties, personal ties were made and broke just because people would see the ladies or girls of each others' families tip toe to the bathroom. It was not considered classy or feminine to give into the needs of your bladder. Girls were expected to have iron control and not show it. That was the ultimate sign of being powerful.

I was still adapting to the new societal rules and I made sure to pee every time before I left home and kept my drinks to a minimum to avoid any problems. Until one fateful day when I was invited to my neighbor's birthday party. That bitch was so nit-picky that she decided to call all her girl-friends for a dress-up. We all were to wear only black outfits which were designed by her own image manager.

Never ever in my life had I seen girls squeezing themselves into such tight outfits. They said that the discomfort was worth the looks. Who was I to disagree. You don't get invited to pent houses which look over the entire city skyline. I went there with a slight urge to pee. Had skipped my pee after college as I didn't want to get late. I was on 3/10 may be or 4 to say the max.

I was made to squeeze into a tight latex bodysuit sans the crotch zipper of course. I nervously giggled everytime they pulled it tighter over my body to zip it up. My bladder did not like it. It was the first time I put on latex, it was too tight for my taste, very uncomfortable and I felt as if I was naked. On top of that the AC was on full blow and my urge to pee had suddenly increased. Air condition and my bladder never are like arch enemies.

I took the girl who helped me to get into it and asked her the same. She nervously giggled at me.

"You're not supposed to pee! You've to hang on tight like the rest of us!" 

"Are you serious?" I asked her. "How long can we hold it up like this?"

"I don't know . . Girls have to cork it up all day. . "

All I could do was laugh at it and get back inside. From that moment on it felt as if my bladder didn't stop filling. I was finding it very difficult to keep a calm composure, the latex was too small for my body and flattened out my belly and my ever-filling bladder.

Around an hour and a few drinks later the birthday girl finally arrived. She walked too rigidly and hardly smiled. The Beyonce like rubber evening gown she had put on, let everyone feast on her silicone globes now shimmering with sweat and glitter. I wondered why would somebody be so sullen on her birthday. 

They brought a large cake for her and a lot of champagne was being sprayed everywhere. The birthday bitch was totally in pain. Her eyes had been brimming with tears and she was shamelessly fidgeting. The girls around her kept ignoring her needs. I felt pity for her. When the rest of the crowd got busy with food and drinks I approached the girl who sat on the bar stool with her hand tightly gripping her pussy. 

"Hey...Want me to help you out.?" I innocently asked her.

She hastily turned towards me and moved her hand away. 

"Help for?"

"Using the toilet...I need to go pretty bad too! " 

That's when she lost her cool and made a scene out of it. She yelled at me and humiliated me in front of her friends. She boasted in front of an entire audience.

"This girl thinks that just because she cannot hold her pee for a few hours means that I ... I, the strongest Ana would need to pee too. Just because I haven't used the toilet for ... may be a day or so means I will rush to the toilet and miss out all the fun! "

I still remember how she made me wait and forced me to chug beers after beers while she drank the same amount. By the morning I was bouncing in my seat clenching my muscles as hard as I could. Ana on the other hand was nearly half dead with desperation but somehow to prove her point she hung on.

Finally my bladder could take no more. My dam just burst open and the pressure was so intense that everyone inside the room heard my loud hiss clearly. Let me remind you I was wearing a heavy rubber catsuit then. That bitch Ana then rose from the chair and excused herself out of the room with baby steps. Everyone was cheering for her and she was again branded as the bladder queen. I never came to know if she wet herself or did she keep on holding.  

That incident gave birth to an intense desire in me. To hold. To hold my pee for as long as I could. That became a symbol of power for me. A few days later when it was my 19th Birthday I set a goal for myself that I would not allow myself to use the toilet more than once every 2 days and do whatever it took to not leak. I remember that was the time when I took up this latex lifestyle. Though I hate being sweaty inside all the time but it makes going to the toilet so difficult. I took my friends outside for a party to celebrate my newfound love, newfound power. And that's when all hell broke loose and due to something or the other I had to keep postponing my much needed relief. I waited 6 long days before I could bear no more. 

Erica saw an opportunity in that and asked me to keep it corked up and went through great pains to get in the Guinees guys in time. I could see stars behind my eyes and for the first time in my life I wanted to give up. They helped me out of my latex sheath and when I sat on the jar there was no stopping. An inch thick stream, 3 minutes and 5.6 liters of pure boiling piss shot me to fame.

But hey I never took it for granted. Ever since that day I have kept my bladder in perfect shape and made sure it is always stretched to the extreme before whatever partial or minuscule relief I allow myself to have. Right now, as I stand in front of you, my bladder throbs under a crushing load of 4.5 liters at 84 hours. But I am not at my limits yet. I am going to attempt to hold it for 120 hours and aim for 7 liters in total. I am sure that I will be able to overcome this painful discomfort and emerge victorious.

Sexy girls don't pee!" Mia exclaimed cheerfully and started for the Big Bladder Contest.