My Superwife - There are No Toilets!

[To get a hang of the story have a look at this post : Damsels-in-distress - Nicolette and Ava!]

Morning dawned! 

Nicolette's 2" inch bulge had grown to 4". The way she kept tossing around in the bed was testimony to the flood she was holding behind that little trembling pee hole of hers. Due to Nic's incessant shuddering Ava was awoken from her state of semi sleep. The hold was becoming too much to bear even for Ava even when she acted otherwise. 

Ava hurriedly moved Nic's hands away from her pussy and was relieved to find that there were no signs of leakage. She put her mobile scanner on Nicolette and read this :

Duration: 80 hours 15 minutes
Volume : 4.25 liters
Muscle Strength Left : 8 %

Getting Nicollete out of her clothes was the best bet of Ava. All the slowly moving liquid from Nicolette's kidneys was finally pumped into her bladder and over the night her bladder got used to the tremendous pressure. In fact it regained a bit of additional strength.

It was close to 9AM. There were only three hours left for the convention to start. Ava checked the stats on herself. She was disappointed. Her bladder was not upto the mark. It was extremely important for her to get even more desperate and even fuller. To win the competition she had to make sure all her girls held on the maximum amount of fluid and still have enough muscle strength left. To make up for her deficient bladder volume she chugged an entire jug of water with another class 10 diuretic. She could only hope that her bladder would endure - somehow.

A few moments later Nic woke up with a jolt. In her dreams she had lost her pee and was extremely close to lose it on the bed itself. The moment she woke her hands flew back to her burning pee hole. Her eyes frantically searched for something to pee in. She spotted a vase and tried to pull it from the table but instead Ava angrilly dragged her for a shower.

She awoke Nicolette up and dragged her for a shower. The cold water from shower was pure torture. Both the ladies held their breath to fight the spasms and tightly held onto each other to fight the waves. Nic wanted to pee so bad that she had tears in her eyes.

"Pl-Pleaaase  Ma'am . . .I can't h-hold"

"You must. . " Ava interrputed Nic rudely.

They had to be quick. Ava helped Nicolette get dry as she was in no position to do rigorous movements. Nic could not stay still for a second. She was shifting her weight from foot to foot.

Nic was supposed to be rubber clad all day under a 18" corset. 

"Not so tight. . .Ma'am . . " Nicolette whined like a spoilt schoolgirl.

"Shut up! You had the privilege of sleeping comfortably without any constrictions last night. "
Truth be told, Ava composure was breaking bit by bit.  

Squeezing Nic into those tiny and tight layer of rubber dressing was no easy task especially when both of them were holding back pee worth nearly 3 and a half days!l Nic's 4" bulge was flattened - there were no signs of it apart from the fact NIc was seeing stars in the broad daylight. Imagine the force the corset was putting on Nic's bladder. She could feel her pussy quivering under the sticky layer of the rubber bodysuit. She would not be able to touch her own pussy for an endless time now - she thought. It took while for her to stand on her feet again. 

Ava however was fighting her own battle. She could not notice how hard Nic was trying to act normal or even stand on her feet after battling constant waves behind her weakened bladder walls.

Nic's stats again dropped :

Duration: 81 hours 00 minutes
Volume : 4.45 liters
Muscle Strength Left : 6 %

Ava on the other hand was contemplating whether to tight-lace herself to a jaw dropping 16" waist. Her motorized tight lacer could squeeze her waist and bladder to an inch of its life with the click of a button. It was not long before Ava clicked the button and within a second the motor buzzed to life clinching her rock like bladder to nothing. Ava was getting dizzy in her head. The pressure inside multiplied 100 folds. The pain translated to a scream which she had to muffle with a pillow. She fell unconscious on the floor. Nic came back to the room hearing the thud. It took her quite sometime to regain consciousness. Her legs were still trembling though.
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Ava excused herself saying that she was starving. Thus they headed for the breakfast. Nearly half a gallon of juices. Ava, despite the inhuman pain searing her body knew, more volume was better. So she kept pouring glasses of juices one after the other for herself as well as Nic. It was a herculean task for the duo to chug it silently without screaming. 

"I. . I am really sorry about last night Ma'am.." Nic tried to hide the strain in her voice. "I got carried away "

"You have done a lot of damage to your reputation. Normally I make things easy for a girl when she is holding it. . . You better win that fucking competition if you want to stay in BladderRox" Ava warned.

"I assure you Ma'am. . I will - "

"Cut the crap. This is no good. . .  You are already panting. Hold it up tight girl."

Meanwhile Giz and Audrey came out of the bedroom. They cheeks were burning red and bodies covered in sweat. The threesome sex with coolniceguy was ecstatic. Though they wanted to continue longer their bodies could not take the ruthless pounding any more. All the beers from previous night and the class 10 diuretics had their bladders bulging again. Ava could easily figure out they were both holding nearly 2 liters and were fast approaching their limits. Ava just HAD to exploit their rivalry to her benifit. All she could think of was winning the competition at all costs even if it meant risking nationwide humiliation.

"Audrey and Giz! You held on last night very bravely and I bet both of you would love to exploit your bladders' prowess again, isn't it?"

Giz and Audrey threw a stern look at eachother. 

"Of course! I bet her bladder can't repeat the feat." Audrey bragged. "I can assure you I will not pee even if I wanted to"

"Look who's talking - a girl who pitifully wet herself just a night earlier" Giz returned.

"That's great!" Ava added. " See you girls must be knowing there's a city wide holding competition today at the Convention center. It would be awesome if you could step up with us into the competition. Whoever finishes all the tasks today will get a jackpot from BladderRox, an R&D job at BladderRox and of course a life long supply of strongest diuretics for your love of pushing your limits."

The offer was tempting but the stakes were too high. Giz and Audrey both were apprehensive because the holding competition. The competition as they knew it was not merely drinking and holding it. As they read countless articles, magazines, news features and podcasts they knew it was going to be way more difficult than just your average drawing room holding tasks. Losing it on stage meant public humiliation and that too while being broadcasted live worldwide. After a long pause they both pounced -

"HELL YEAH!" 

They spent the next hour drinking more liquid and squeezing themselves in heavy rubber dresses, tightened to the max. At the back of their minds Giz and Audrey both were contemplating whether to opt out. Throughout the night they had been drinking in between their orgasms and blowjobs. The diuretics had wreaked havoc on their bladders and they obviously knew their bladders' were not at full strength. Their bladders were filling at an exponentially rate. In fact they were at 8.5/10.

Just as they were about to leave Nic called Aletta. She was desperately trying to selvage her pride and wanted to show Ava that she too cared for holding. Truth be told, she could give a leg to somebody if he could let her pee.  

"I don't care if you're fucking with Rex, I want you at the convention center by noon and with your bladder full to the brim . . I have some plans for you "

[Aletta was having sex. To know the backstory read this : My-superwife - An Unusual Request! ]

Soon the four were out on the road. The catch was to drink a bottle of water every hour and pop a diuretic pill every now and then. Nicolette was put on the driving seat. She tried to make excuses but could not overpower Ava's orders.

"I thought you were up for holding it Nicolette. What happened to your assurance? " Ava's frustration was evident in her voice.  

NIcolette reluctantly got into the drivers seat and the rest of the girls hopped in too except Ava. She excused herself and went inside again. Once she was inside she collapsed and frantically tried to shove her hands into her crotch to prevent an outburst but her dress would not let her. She was losing her muscle strength rapidly and keeping up the perfect composure was becoming more and more difficult. In all honesty she was no better than Nicolette. 

Time was running fast, her heart paced like a race car engine, sweat poured from her forehead. She ABSOLUTELY had to pee. There was a bottle of strength pills in her hand bag. The temptation was too strong to resist. She needed muscle strength to endure. Looking and acting normal had consumed a lot of her energy. The rush was too much to bear for her. A strong gusher was ready to erupt from her pussy, she could feel it. The additional class 10 was too much even for her. She miscalculated her bladder's strength and had to pay the price. 

Nic on the other hand was growing impatient. Merely sitting in the car with a tight seatbelt over a tight corset with nearly 4 days of pent up pee threatening to rip her pussy apart - was not so simple. She started honking horn.

Ava had only one option now. She popped a pill or two. She didn't even count and went back to the car waiting for the effect to kick in.

"What happened Ma'am all of a sudden?" Nic asked suspiciously.

"Oh nothing! I was looking for some diuretics just in case we feel like getting more adventurous" Ava tried to smile while quickly rubbing off the sweat on her forehead.

"But ma'am you already have one in your handbag , don't you? The ones on which you had swapped the label with muscle strengthening one?"

All hell broke loose. Ava went blank when she recalled about it. The sole purpose of swapping the labels was to play pranks on girls at random but she fell prey to her own trap.

"Ah! Yes, of course! I . .found it later!" Ava tried to act as if nothing was wrong cursing herself under her breath.

The competition was had begun already. Four about to explode bladders in a car were trying to one up mother nature. Every bump, every ml of water, every passing second was bringing them closure to the inevitable. Nic drove extremely fast to make it to the convention in time as if she was racing her bladder.

Long before they had reached the entrance to the convention center they came across sign boards like : 

"YOU'RE ENTERING A TOILET-FREE ZONE. KEEP YOUR PEE SHUT IN AT ALL TIMES!"

"PISSING NOT ALLOWED"

"PEEING HERE IS A PUNISHABLE OFFENCE BEYOND THIS LINE"

"ANYONE CAUGHT ASKING FOR A BATHROOM WILL BE HEAVILY PENALIZED"

"DO NOT PEE OR ASK FOR A TOILET. YOU ARE BEING MONITORED!"

Upon entering the convention center area they found Policewomen dressed in too tight one-piece uniforms guiding the attendees and the traffic. They had special locks at the front suggesting they were put on a strictly no-relief duty by the Governor. 

 It was not very rare to spot policewomen with a wet crotch. In fact there was hardly any girl around who could walk with a normal composure. Every girl was fighting their bladders and their frantic need to pee. Here and there policewomen were detaining girls trying to sneak somewhere to pee or wetting themselves.

No body was comfortable but everybody was happy and dedicated to holding their floods at bay. There were girls doing holdit competition, some were tightening the belts around their and their friends' midriff, some were clicking selfies with their intense expressions. The holding community was way bigger than the girls could imagine. . 

From catheters to pee-desperation movies -  from pussy sealing tapes to bladder based boob implants - from impractically tight dresses to exotic diuretics -  everything which guaranteed to make your more and more desperate was on for grabs. The convention was not for the average 24 hour girls it was for far superior women. And the real fun was yet to begin . . . 

TO BE CONTINUED. . .