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. . .
