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.