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. .
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.
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. .
