Not Even At Home

Not Even At Home

Pixie woke up at 6am, with a dull ache in her bladder. she peed the previous night at 6 after diner after begging her parents to let her go and she was allowed sarcastically. but in turn she drank 1.5 liter before going to bed all of which was sloshing in her bladder. she was sweating partly due to her efforts to hold and partly due to her skin tight clothes which she loved wearing even though they were way too uncomfortable for her.

She came out of her room and started walking towards the bathroom only to find it locked. Resigned she looked at her mother who replied," Behave like a grown up! control ur silly needs! " Pixie just nodded and freshened herself at the sink while almost bending double.

" Stand straight" her mother yelled Pixie almost lost a spurt to hear the sudden uproar but she managed to stay dry somehow. after breakfast with additional 500ml of liquids, she went for her cheer leading practice. Pixie was famous in her college for exhibitionist nature. she knew very well how to attract the crowd. after all she had 36DD-24-34 figure and put on skimpiest of clothes. all her tops and shirts would have very deep neck line and her skirts never longer than 4 inch! flashy thongs would make things even more interesting.

Pixie was taught that peeing was a sign on indiscipline and weakness and holding till the last moment would make her strong and successful. today she had 2 liter in her bladder, she had not been to the toilet for over 15 hours and she would be outdoors till the evening. She had to stay brave, all the dancing, jumping and stunts were making her close to an accident! but peeing was not an option! even though no one would inform her parents but Pixie always thought that using public restrooms can invite diseases!

So Pixie had to hang on and on. Her barely there micro skirt and her non-existent yellow thong were adding to her problems since the thong would show the slightest of leak and would not even absorb it and it would roll down her legs. NO WAY! She had to fight all those waves and had become slow in her moves. she was scolded badly because she was at the front. but little did the instructors knew how the poor 20 year old girl was suffering!

Time passed slowly and now it was 6pm and by that time she had consumed another 500ml. in the locker room her friends asked her what was wrong since she could not sit or stand still and was squirming. but she did not say anything about her needs and excused herself saying that she was getting cramps in her legs. soon she returned home. She tried to be as calm as possible to avoid any scoldings but her mom knew. She yelled," Get ready! we have to attend a family function and you don't get any breaks."

Pixie nodded and went to her room unrelieved. she freshened herself and found an evening gown on her bed. she was very happy for it but when she wore it she found it was too tight around her bladder but she had no option. her mother arranged for tiffin which had another liter of water too. by the time they left at 8pm, Pixie was so desperate that to fight off her needs she often had to flex all her butt and thigh muscles while holding her breath to prevent her dam from burst opening!

By 9pm, they were n dinner table and it was hell. the diner was so spicy that Pixie could not help drinking glass after glass of water. by the end she had consumed another liter and she was still dry. 5 liters and no toilet for 28 hours. and the tight dress did not help and her bulge was obvious. if the crowd was not staring at her massive boobs then they would be staring at her basket ball sized bladder.

a few of her aunts sympathized her and showed her the way to the bathroom but she would refuse them with strained voice ending with a whisper. soon the party was over and by midnight i.e 30 hours for Pixie they returned to home. Pixie longed for relief but she knew she would be denied so she headed towards her room just when her mother called her and let her pee.

Pixie all of a sudden felt her floodgates opening to hear that and rushed to the bathroom before she could even say thanks. relief at last for Pixie, 30 hours of pent up hot pee finally was let out by her and the relief was so orgasmic that she screamed with joy! she came out of bathroom, while her mother stood outside.

Her mother gave her a tight hug and Pixie was shocked to feel her mother's rock hard belly. Her mother whispered in Pixie's ears," Honey you still have a long way to go! keep trying keep holding!" Saying this she disappeared into her bedroom without relieving her bladder! Pixie stood dumbstruck but strangely contented!

As Donna (Pixie's step mother) closed the room, her body became stiff, she clenched all the muscles in her body at once,held her breath, shut her eyes tight and she stood absolutely still like a statue! It was an obvious move. After all she had been denying herself any restroom breaks for the last 60 hours and yet pretend as if she had not a drop in her bladder!

Donna's mind was in a storm of thoughts. She was in her 30's and four years ago she had married a 56 year old. She knew that he already had a daughter. But his wife died in a car accident. leaving Pixie behind. Also she would get along very well with her. He had passed away 2 years ago due to a heart attack and had left a vast fortune for the Donna and Pixie!

Today Donna was 29 and Pixie was 21.Though Donna was very strict with Pixie about her bathroom breaks they really loved each other very much and they were more like friends. Pixie once told Donna how she wanted to be a Latex fetish model. It was Donna's dream too but instead of getting into Latex modelling she started her own desperation website and it all accumulated her lots of praise both for her outrageously sexy figure and her hollow bladder.

Donna from her experience, knew very well the importance of suppressing the severely urgent calls of nature round the clock when you r a female and she took a decision that she would let Pixie chase her dreams and make sure Pixie had enslaved her bladder. Donna had never relieved her bladder ever in front of Pixie in these 4 years and she had kept it a secret how extreme her holding abilities were. She would go only if no one was in the house or else she would keep it shut in. But now she had to tell her the long kept secret.. 

Next morning at 9am, still without any comfort for her 69 hour full screaming bladder Donna walked into Pixie's room. Pixie was doing something on her computer with her legs crossed tight. Donna was wearing an extremely tight fitting jeans which squeezed her bladder to an inch of its life and a tiny white top with a plunging neck line barely coverng her 36FF boobs!

Pixie baby! I need to talk to you about your career." said Donna!

Pixie: Oh wow! What is it!

Donna: I have decided that u can pursue your career in fetish modelling!

P: YAAAYYYYYYY! Thanks a tonne!

Saying this Pixie hugged Donna tight and Donna hugged in return while furiously trying to maintain her composure. But then Pixie felt the same hardness in Donna's bladder and she was shocked.

D: Yes, this is what i wanted you to know first....If u want to become a latex fetish model u will need to put off all your toilet needs...like a proper lady...who never shows weakness! are u ready?

  

P: Trying to uncross her legs said yes!

D; Then start packing your stuff we are going to Vegas for a week

P: Ummm....shall i take a pee before its urgent...

D: Well you can FORGET that! From now on u will have to learn to deal with your needs without having any breaks.

After a couple of hours they left of....Donna knew that all the training of her life and her strong muscles were now going to be subjected to the most extreme pressures till date. After she had been away from any relief since 3 days and Pixie for 12 hours.

They were speeding through the roads it was quite a long journey. 12 hours from their place. Donna was trying to keep up her composure in front of Pixie. Her one piece dress with a big tight leather belt was not giving any room to her bladder and on the other hand Pixie who was in a skimpy and form fitting low rise denim short was some how able to calm her bladder.

  

They both were continuously chatting with eachother though Donna was getting distracted more and more. By the evening they stopped at a motel and gas station facility. standing on those heels were never so difficult thought Donna who was nursing a 78 hour bladder. she longingly looked at the washroom door.

Pixie caught her in the act and teased her if she was bursting to let go and giggled. But Donna returned a stern look. Pixie by the time had forgotten completely about her need because it was the very first time she was seeing Donna in such a state.

After filling up the tank and having some light food and of course lots of water and other beverages they resumed their journey! this time Pixie was on the wheel and she could not help but looking at Donna's bulged bladder which came out from beneath her tight belt!

  

By 9 pm, they again made a stop but this time something was terribly wrong. Donna had reached her limits. For the first time in her life she was feeling help less. but she was in no mood to give up.

Donna lowered her belt and tightened it even more to hide her bladder. she thought in mind she was not supposed to have such silly needs like other girls. but she was a human. They exchanged their seats and now again it was Donna's turn to drive, but this time it was very difficult to concentrate. 

Heavy breaths, sweating, clenched muscles, gritted teeth and helpless moans clearly showed that nature was taking atoll on her. they were towards the end of their journey when they a accidentally hit a bump. it was too much for poor Donna! her hands flew down to her crotch but her tight dress won't let her hands reach her thing. No way! And since it was a national freeway there was no place to pull over for a much needed relief.

An hour later they reached the hotel when it was already 84 hours for Donna and 24 for Pixie into their holds. Somehow with great determination they both completed the formality of the hotel reception and went to the room. The white bowl in the bathroom looked so inviting that Pixie could not resist it anymore and gave in. And meanwhile Donna was so busy with her screaming needs that she did not bother to stop Pixie.

By 3am they had food and still without any relief Donna went to bed. She kept wiggling and squirming on the bed without a wink of sleep. 6am the alarm rang....and God knows what happened to Donna that her bladder all of a sudden fell so weak that she mad dash to the bathroom but Pixie had locked it last night.

Her pride prevented her from calling Pixie to open the door and in the other hand she had just seconds to act. Not finding any thing she rushed into the kitchen grabbed a big jar and finally after 90 hours of torturous waiting she lost her control and started filling the jar loudly! She went for 3 minutes and filled the jar to its brim! 6.3 liters to be exact!

Pixie woke up by the sound of her hiss and came running only to find that Donna had finally let go! Needless to say Pixie was fixated by that sight and she knew that sooner or later she was going to be subjected to such holds.