Big Bladder Origin - 3

Next in was : Ava

Ava slowly strutted to the dais. Walking straight and standing still itself was a miracle for her, given the fact that she had been ingesting diuretics non-stop.

"Hey everyone!" She started with a weak smile. It was no surprise to the audience. They could see the strain on the corset belts and her trembling legs. 

"My story began around a decade ago when I first met my man. I could never fathom that we would ever get hitched someday.

This happened around 15 years ago.It was a usual day at the office. Having had my sweet morning relief I was going mindlessly chugging coffee like no tomorrow. Little did I pay attention to the absurd amount of liquid that was getting ready to be pumped into my bladder. 

When I actually got up after 6 long hours reality hit me hard. My bladder made its presence known to me with great might. It was so bad that I was about to loosen the belt on my tight pencil skirt right away. That's when Mr. Locks walked into my cabin. My bladder had started to register the effects of all the morning caffeine - 6/10 I would say.

I did not want to appear impolite and resisted the urge to cross my legs tightly. Pushing all the thoughts of using the toilet to the back of my mind I began discussions with him. Besides, I always had a hollow bladder to begin with and holding it in for all daylight was not uncommon. This was just another day of suffering I thought. 

"I learnt from my very reliable sources that you're one of the most reputed lawyers in the city, one who has never lost a case." He spoke with an authoritative tone.

"You certainly have the right information Mr. Locks" I tried to appear equally authoritative. "How may I help you win the case?" 

"I have always been an exhibitionist and a strong fetishist. I chose to become a biological engineer just to fulfill my dreams. I founded a medical research & pharmaceutical company called BladdeRox a few years back. People ridiculed me because they thought it was crazy for a lady to be able fully control over her bladder and making her hold her pee was inhuman. But as more and more women started to notice that I was manufacturing pills to give them the ability to hold it longer, my business grew."

"But a foolish lady threatens my business just because she peed her pants and claims that my muscle strengthening pills are ineffective. She filed a lawsuit against me and wants my company to be shutdown"

"How would you want me to handle the case? Tell me about evidences and. . . " 

"I need you to demonstrate in the court that a woman, should she choose to, can hold her pee as long as she wants to and no external stimuli can make her wet herself" He interrupted me

"And how would I be able to demonstrate it?"

"Its very simple, the hearing of the case is scheduled in about an hour. When the prosecution lays all its allegations at us we will produce this pill in the court. This pill is meant to relax bladder muscle while also being a very strong diuretic. You will pop in one of the pills and not use the ladies room till the case is won."

"Is it really that simple?" I asked nervously. My own bladder suddenly started to become more and more restless as if it heard the idea of being unrelieved for a long time. He explained the in and out of all of his products , how the human urinary system works and what could have gone wrong with the lady who sued him. After having understood all the aspects and signing off the necessary papers I asked him meekly. . .

"Is it alright if I relieve myself before we move into the courtroom?"

"Miss Ava, you seem in dire need of a relief already... so much that you did not pay attention to the clause which states that you voluntarily forfeit your rights to use the toilet till the case is won and the client, which is me, allows you to relieve yourself"

"Yes of course!" I tried to smile faintly. I didn't think it could be as difficult as he made it sound. But things changed once we entered the court. Thick tension hung in air as we made way past the audience - surprisingly full of women. 

The case soon began and the accusations kept pouring much similar to the way my kidneys kept pouring liquid into my bladder. I was instructed by Mr. Locks to take a small sip of water from the bottle after every question. We were trying very hard to prove that the lady in question had a weak bladder. At one point we even asked her to put her hands in a bowl of cold water and stand. The judge was reluctant to allow that but the lady insisted that she could take it. The bulge of her bladder was already gargantuan but she stood absolutely still.

My bladder on the other hand was throwing tantrums. I had been separated from the toilet from just 9 hours. I was sitting with my legs crossed tightly and my hands clutching the hem of my tight pencil skirt. He threw a stern glance at me and I at once pulled my hands of my skirt.

"How long have you been holding it?" I asked her pointing to her bladder.

"Long enough. . ." She arrogantly responded.

"Number of hours?"

"4 Hours..17 minutes precisely"

"How much have you had to drink since your last break?"

"Around a 2 liter and a half" 

"Alright." I nervously began clenching my muscles under my breath. "Do you believe you have a strong bladder?"

"Of course I do!"

"Then you might as well not shy away from a holding contest"

"Who is the contender?" 

"I am."

There was a sudden uproar in the crowd. Everyone was startled. I stole a glance at Mr. Locks who was grinning at me. After hours of questioning and cross questioning the case had come to a bottle neck and this was my only hope. If I could pull this feat and prove in court that a lady can always hold her pee against all odds I would win the case. 

I asked the courtroom assistant to read the chemical report and the analysis of the pill to the judge. It stated that anyone who consumes a single pill with a liter of water is bound to experience very intense urge to urinate and may have to frequently do so for the rest of the day. Scheduled drug - not to be used without medical guidance.

I loudly announced. "I had drank around a tall glass of juice, 5 cups of coffee & around a liter of water since morning. I am fairly  am going to chug down this entire liter of water and pop this pill. After an hours gap, if the judge permits we shall continue this little experiment to see, how strong the lady in question really is"

The judge herself being at the brink of an accident decided to break off for an hour.

A minute after the court went empty I, Mr.Locks, and the prosecution stayed back for obvious reasons.There were police officers to keep an eye on us to prevent us from cheating or peeing.

The lady immediately drank a liter of water to set the game even. 

10 minutes into the break. My bladder pangs were getting stronger. I could feel the pee rushing towards my pee hole. I breathed deep and sat straight with my hands tightly clenching my knees. The lady on the other hand appeared to sit stiffly.

15 minutes into the break. The waist band of my skirt seemed to have become smaller. Upon examining I found my bladder was being severely squished under its tightness. The lady still seemed unfazed.

20 minutes into the break. I was gasping for breath. I crossed my legs and recrossed them. Involuntarily started rocking back and forth praying to my stars to let the time pass by faster.
The lady crossed her legs tightly at this point. She caught me staring at her and just to show her prowess she chugged one more bottle of water.

My jaws dropped to the ground because Mr. Locks would want me to follow suit. And lo! There it was another bottle of water.

"Mr. Locks I am already having too much to deal with. This pill is too strong for me..Please don't make me drink this"

"I am not requesting you to drink it. Its AN ORDER!"

I had my eyes brimming with tears as I reluctantly chugged down all the water and then some more just to stay on top of the game. My ever strong hollow bladder was failing miserably that day.

30 minutes into the break. I could no longer sit still at all and had to readjust my position every now and then. My zero stretch pencil skirt was cutting deep onto the apex of my bladder which desperately needed some room to expand. 

I tried to unbutton my skirt but Mr. Locks again held my hands firmly. 

"While I understand your dire needs Ms. Ava but for your own self-respect - be a sport. The lady is wearing a corset and here you are just in a regular skirt. 

"I have never been THIS DESPERATE in my life Mr. Locks. I was holding quite a volume when you walked into my office and now all this. . . I am not sure if . ."

"Shhh!" He interrupted me."Focus on your hold"

About 40 minutes into the break. I was going crazy. In my mind I was pulling and tearing my hair away. My entire body was tensed. All muscles clenched as tightly as humanly possible, toes curled and eyes shut tight. 

45 minutes into the break I was weeping. I was in tremendous pain. The lady in question was shuddering as well but still sitting quietly as her lawyer prepared for the next session. I wanted to grab my pussy and sit on my heels but I could do none of it. Thanks to the stupid skirt. 

50 minutes into the break my bladder was on fire. My pee hole burned and my insides hurt as if it was being stung by bees. I was panting and sweating profusely. All I had in my mind was to get some relief by hook or by crook. I don't know how those last 10 minutes passed but I was jolted back to reality after nearly passing out.

When I woke up from my painful unconsciousness the entire court was staring at me. For a moment I thought I had pissed myself but a second later I saw that I had been sitting with my hands forcefully buried in my crotch and shamelessly moaning.

75 minutes had passed and the court finally resumed its processing. The lady who was albeit in serious pain right now could not stand still in the box. Her lame lawyer kept producing slide after slide how her client had failed to hold her pee despite consuming bladder strengthening pills from BladdeRox.

I interrupted him with my hand still glued into my crotch. The judge scolded me for being obscene and ordered me to straighten up. Little did she know that was beyond impossible now. The heaviness in my bladder could no longer be supported with a normal composure. I held my breath and with great efforts stood straight. 

"How. . .How...m-much did you drink before consuming the pill?" I asked with a strained voice.

"4 liters of water over a day and around 13 pints of beer by the evening. "

"How long did you intend to wait?

"A full weekend without losing a drop"

"That. . .That cannot be possible. . " I tried to argue and tried my best to read aloud the warning on the bottle of the muscle strengthening pills. "WARNING -  The effect of the pills work only for 18-24 hours depending on your body, amount of liquids consumed, type of liquid consumed. For best results do not drink alcohol and consume more than 3 liters of water over this duration. Alcohol consumption may cause reversal of the desired effect and involuntary release"

The lady in question was startled. Her lawyer tried to imply that someone had tampered with the label. But I was quick enough despite my dire situation to produce the Government approvals with the same warning written over.

"But I am a strong lady and I could still hold it. The pill wreaked havoc with my system" The lady still tried to fight.

"Lady, you're barely holding 6 hours worth of pee with nearly 3 liters of intake. Here I am holding it for nearly 12 hours now, with a muscle weakening pill and have consumed nearly 4 liters of water excluding other drinks. . ."

"If that is the case let us dip our hands into the bowl of ice cold water and stand with our legs apart. That would tell who has the strongest bladder" The lady desperately whined while nearly squatting on the ground.

A chill went down my spine. May be I had crossed the line. I was frantic. My bladder was screaming and begging to spare the pain. But one look from Mr. Locks made me take the challenge. We dipped our hands in the bowl of ice cold water that had been brought earlier for various experiments. Minute after minute passed by as we scrunched up. Our existence depended our little pee holes which was somehow still locked up by our over-worked sphincters. Keeping the legs apart was such a torture. The AC on top chilled the room like a freezer. I swore to myself to never wear such ridiculously tight and short skirts to work anymore. 

An hour later, my teeth was awash with pee. I was seeing yellow through my eyes. No one was giving up. My hand was going numb and I did not have any more strength to squeeze my muscles anymore. I was contemplating to let go. Just the mere thought of it made me leak. But I quickly squeezed it with all my might. It was a coincident that the large wall clock behind us rung aloud. That was so startling that the lady lost focus and her dam burst open. Within seconds there was a huge splatter. Her gusher was huge and continued for over two minutes easily. I collapsed on the floor with my hands flying to grab my pussy. My pee was nanometres away from gushing out. Those two minutes were the longest in my life. Seeing her pee and listening to the hiss was making me go nuts. I HAD TO PEE but he held my hands and made me sit. 

When the gusher stopped and the humiliated lady stood back the judge passed the final verdict. The lady lost the case to Mr. Locks and had  to pay him 1 million dollars as compensation and her bathroom breaks were revoked by the government for lifetime. - which meant she had to ask the government every time she had to go to the bathroom.

I on the other hand could no longer wait but was forced to wait till everyone in the courtroom left. The risk of trying to move was too much. The out burst could happen anytime and I was running out of my reserves of strength. 

"You did very well Miss Ava. I am truly impressed by your holding capacity. No one except me has ever lasted for more than 3 hours while drinking such a copious amount of water with my muscle weakening pill. . .  " 

He extended his hand for a handshake. I slowly extended my hand too but the moment our hands touched my dam burst open. The sexual tension in those few seconds proved to be my undoing. It was an instant orgasm coupled with the pee forcefully gushing outside. I collapsed into his arms while still releasing my pent up pee.

Mr. Locks smiled to me and said "I guess. . .You are the one. . "

That was the beginning of our empire. . ." 

WIth this Ava ended her story and hobbled towards the Big Bladder house. . . 

Just for New Boobs. . Part-3

The next morning Stacy woke up with a huge wave of desperation hitting her bladder. Her hands flew down to her crotch. She made intense efforts to hold the pent up pee inside her. But little did she realize that she was not in her room but in the drawing room. She slept on the couch, rustling and moaning all night in her sleep trying not to pee herself. She had been dreaming about peeing continuously and still be desperate. Fortunately she did not leak in reality.  Everyone was aware about her predicament.

She smiled sheepishly and reluctantly took her hands away from her crotch risking an accident. It was right at the edge of the pee hole. she almost froze at her place and stayed absolutely still to regain some control.

"Guess I drank too much water before bed. . " She squeaked. Her mother glared at her. Before she could say a word Stacy rushed to the bathroom. The waist clincher had to be taken off by her the pressure was so intense. She just wanted to pee anyhow somehow and not embarrass herself in front of her family.

Just then she heard a loud bang on the door and heard her mother yell at her.

"Why don't you just empty yourself and dress quickly. We have a flight to catch remember?"

Stacy had totally forgotten that they were visiting Aunt Sally for the weekend along with her cousins. She hurriedly took a bath and changed into her tiny low rise Freddy Wrup pants. It being low rise, she expected them to give more room for her bladder but unfortunately the tight waist band sat right on her bladder after being buttoned up. Keeping the pants unbuttoned was an option but if her mother caught her like that all hell would break loose. She had to pull her belly in and hold her breath to button them up. Her bladder was very unhappy with that and started throwing strong waves to her pee hole. there was a lot of pee that was pumped to her bladder over night and it needed more room to expand. Getting the clincher off gave it some room but before it could settle she again had to subject it to tightness. 

She then quickly packed her bags along with a few small waist clinchers just in case her bladder starts to swell even bigger. After a quick breakfast and a tall glass of mango juice they left for the airport. 

While every one was getting into the car her mother pulled her back

"If I find taht you are again at your holding game. I swear I am gonna make you piss yourself in front of all the passengers in the flight." Stacy could not believe her ears what she just heard, She was terrified. And with all the extra mango juice in the breakfast her desperation was increasing rapidly. She could literally feel every bump and pot hole on the road and with her little cousins playing with her and jumping on her bladder, her eyes were watering.

Her family members kept chatting all the way to the airport while she kept her answers to a mere yes or no. The overfilled bladder of hers needed her absolute attention. Her mother kept an eye at her from the corner of her eyes and tried to gauge the gravity of her desperation. Stacy thus could not sit on her heels or cross her legs or wiggle her bum. And all this with her little cousins continuously kicking her bladder accidentally.

After an hour long torturous trip they reached the airport. Her mother handed her the heaviest bag of the lot to carry. Stacy was nearly at the end of her tether but she somehow resolved to hold it. As they entered the airport her Mother and her aunts went to the toilets leaving Stacy outside. She pretended to busy herself in her phone but her bladder screamed to follow them into the toilet. As soon as they disappeared into the toilet she shoved her hands into the crotch and squat down on the floor trying to pacify her angry overfilled bladder. She just had minutes to regain composure.

Stacy found the door of the toilet opening to her horror and she stood up at one go. That was too much for her muscles to take and her muscles shot a spurt of pee into her pants. Fortunately they were made up of leather and didn't show anything on the outside. But that little relief wreaked havoc on her bladder and her muscles. As now her muscles had broken the seal for the first time in days and the feeling of relief was too much of a temptation to resist.

As they moved in through the immigration check point she was shuddering and sweating profusely. The line moved very slowly and she could see the signs of the ladies room just behind the counter. Every step of hers was small and carefully measured. She was squirming frantically now as she got closer and closer to the door of the restroom.

"Everything all right Ma'am?" The officer at the window asked her.

"Y.. Yes. .I just need to use the restroom. . " Red faced as she admitted her dire need. But she had already decided on giving up the hold. The officer was taken aback but didn't say anything further and cleared her documents.

She called on to her Mother and handed over the bags and started to walk towards the restroom as fast as she could. Her bladder was now violently contracting and pulsing as it sensed that Stacy was now near a restroom. Her brains bombarded her muscles to release and let the flood out. She was in the last leg of her mammoth hold and she just found an empty cubicle. A smile lit her face from ear to ear and tears filled her eyes - it was a mixed feeling. She closed the door behind her and tried to unbutton her pants. But they just wouldn't come off also her zipper got stuck. And in the struggles she lost a few more spurts. And why not she had been holding for more than 100 hours now and with all the massive liquid intake it was obvious that her body would try to force it out lest she fought harder.

Just when the button finally came off and she was about to sit on the bowl, her phone buzzed. It was a text from Minx - Aunt Sally's daughter.

"Hi Stacy!

Learnt from a mailer that you are onto a crowd funding thingy for bigger boobs! So proud of you Sis! Please do NOT giveup after coming this long. It would be a shame if you cant tame your bladder even after being my sister.

Can't wait to see you bursting. May be we can hold it together and hit another world record of holding and bigger boobs . .

P.S:Its been 5 days since I have been putting off my bathroom breaks and its getting really bad down there "

This text was alone a reminder to Stacy as to how her cousin sister Minx fought of her needs to hold for an entire fortnight without a single drop of relief. She felt ashamed of herself but her condition was critical. She was on the toilet bowl and shooting spurts every now and then. The relief was right beneath her and her muscles were failing to keep all the pent up pee inside any more. And within a blink of her eye she started to p. . . ."

To be continued. . .

For those of you who don't know who Minx is please check out the link:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0BxJ51RL_1XPYYlZrMlZLb3B0VzQ/view?usp=sharing

Just for New Boobs. . Part-2

After the revelation made by the reporter she felt as if her desperation rose to a new scale. She longingly looked at the door of the bathroom as the fullness of her bladder had started to become uncomfortable.

The party was almost over now and after a few more drinks the reported dropped her home. With so many drinks inside her bladder sloshing and pounding her insides the bulge in her abdomen had stretched the latex taut. She bid her good bye and hobbled towards the door. Her Mom was angry seeing her that she was again up with holding her pee.

"Why don't you just go to the toilet when you need it so bad?"

"I. . I. . am fine Mom. . "

"NO! YOU GO STRAIGHT TO THE BATHROOM NOW!"

She did plan to relieve herself normally for the next two days and then on the third day she could drink extra water and with a few diuretic pills she could be frantic enough to show to her donors that she didn't pee all the 3 days. She stripped off her tight sweaty latex suit and underwear and just sat on the bowl when her mobile buzzed. It was a mail from the admin

"Miss Stacy. Since our site is down with maintenance in the middle of your crowd funding operation of holding pee for an hour for every 10$, we urge you to keep holding for the next three days with a video evidence and minimum intake of half a gallon per day. This is to make sure that the donors do not think that you took a pee in between the 3 days. 

Please note that even in a single user raises a suspicion flag al the amount that has been collected yet will be refunded to their respective donors."

A chill went down her spine after she read that mail. Her bladder screamed for relief , her mother would get hell bent on forcing her to go to the bathroom at proper intervals. On the other hand she didn't want to miss the chance of upgrading to even bigger boobs. She was this close to relief but now she had to suppress all her bodily needs and appear calm. On top of that she had another challenge to solve. How was she going to flatten her bladder bulge without having to pee. She was squirming and pee dancing frantically since the bowl in front was already wreaking havoc on her bladder. She had too many things to focus on. 

With a hand shoved in her crotch and another at the wall seeking support her eyes fell on the laundry bag. It had one of her sports waist clincher. It was like a godsend for her. Since the option of cheating and peeing was ruled out and losing the significant amount of money she had accumulated just for the sake of peeing was not desirable. With great efforts she put on the waist clincher to the tightest notch possible to arrest further expansion of her bladder.

She was filming all of these in her tiny mobile cam and whispered into that.

"This is for you guys. Not a drop of relief. . Boobs over relief. . "

She then came out of the bathroom and soon changed into her loose onesie to conceal her waist clincher. But then one more problem arose. That was to behave normally as if she was empty and even play with her little cousins who were around for the entire week. With gallons of beer still being pumped inside her bladder, the clincher squishing her ever expanding bladder and with 3 more days of uncertainty she was in huge trouble. . .

Would she be able to make it?

The Couple Who Must Hold It - Flight-ful of pee - 2

Once airborne Ritz switched off the seat belt warning lamp. But to his surprise he found that his co-captain still had the seat belt on and that too at its maximum tightness.

"Don't you want to take the belt off Ma'am? Your bladder can have some more room then?" Ritz asked politely trying to ignore the obvious intense sexual tension in the air.

"Oh. . Don't worry. The belt is stuck. I won't be able to undo it till we land. . And as for my bladder - it will be fine as always." She replied firmly - as drops of sweat dwindled down her forehead.

Ritz turned back to the console. Meanwhile in the passenger zone. The girls were busy serving the passengers and having a difficult time hiding their bodily needs. Once they would get back to the kitchen corridor their hands would fly down to their crotch.

On the other hand Lexy was on the upper deck, far away from the comforts of the kitchen corridor, dealing with her rapidly filling bladder and the wrath of the diuretic. And of course her ever expanding boobs. Her shirt was not going to last much longer she knew. She had put on 2 sports bras to avoid any kind of mishap. But even they were stretched to the limits and her boobs were pushed up to display a massive cleavage. They bounced with every step she took.

Just as she was crossing one of the seats she overheard someone. When she turned around she was surprised to find that it was Katy Pery sitting there. She was wearing a multi layered PVC catsuit which of course had no zipper down there. She sat pretty stiffly and looked uncomfortable.

"Why do you guys always design costumes that don't let me pee?" Katy fumed at her partner - who seemed to be her costume designer.

"You are a star. You are supposed to look hot not comfortable. . ."

"Fuck you! I am a human too who needs to pee at times. . ."

"Not my problem. You drank those 7 bottles of water while we were squeezing you in that suit"

"You have noooo idea how hot it is inside this tight undersized catsuit. . .Plus you took 4 hours to dress me up!" Katy backfired

"You are such a weakling Katy. I will put you in a diaper from now on . "

"I can hold it . . .I will have some wine and show it to you.. . "

Katy requested Lexy to get her some wine. Lexy asked is she was sure.

"Except for my bladder I am damn sure I will be able to hold it even after the show. . " Katy answered to Lexy. 

"Sure Ma'am! I wil get it for you." Lexy went inside and she popped in a diuretic pill in Katy's drink. She always carried those pills since she got the blessing to make sure she can have her bladder pumped rapidly after an accident. The pill started showing its magic in just half an hour. She felt guilty but aroused seeing Katy struggle to maintain her composure in front of other passengers. The bulge clearly showed through the tight fabric of her catsuit and it kept growing. Of course the belts which she had tightly put on cut right over her bladder and made things worse. Katy tried to adjust them but in vain. 

The flight was with 3 girls absolutely bursting for a pee but impossible for them to go. No one knew how many bursting bladders were still waiting to explode. . . 

To be continued. . 

The Couple Who Must Hold It - Take Me Home, NOW!

Lexy was feeling helpless. Her bladder was swollen and hard and her boobs kept growing. They had grown so much that she could not even see her bladder bulge or feet directly. Her body was a sweaty mess and she clutched the bed tightly. She didn't want to hold herself so openly in front of Ritz. And on top of it seeing Ritz naked made her wet in the other sense. She was aroused like never before.

She had sex once when she was 14 years old. And that too with an equally malnourished boy of 15. It had been years since she didn't have sex thereafter. Strangely enough even his name was Ritz. She thought could be a coincidence that both the guys were named Ritz but before she could dive deeper, Ritz enetered her. Just 3 inches. And Lexy was whimpering like a fish out of water. He was deliberately slow. He pulled his thing out and in the second stroke he went deeper. Lexy was in a frenzy now. Her nails digging deep on his arms, his back, his chest. He again pulled himself out.

In the third stroke he went 9 inches deep and Lexy screamed aloud. He almost squished her tortured bladder and her G-spot both at one go. Her scream was more of pleasure than pain and he knew that very well. He again pulled himself out thereby leaving her gasping for breath.

But all hell broke lose on Lexy when he pushed his foot long organ , entirely into her with full force and repeatedly thrust her. It was too much for Lexy to take. A bursting bladder, tired muscles, emotional roller coaster, arousal, pleasure , pain , tingling, electrifying, hot and her love for him were all taking a toll on her. He squeezed her bladder so hard from top and from outside so hard that her muscles contracted unknowingly and so tight that he could feel as if a bench vice tightened his thing inside her. Her eyes rolled up, her claws nearly tore through his skin, her breathing almost came to a halt, and she was in such a state that her mouth opened but no scream came out. She was having the time of her life. And to her surprise she was at the edge of climaxing within a few strokes. She dreaded that if she climaxed her fairy tale would end. She knew very well that climaxing could mean she would have no control over her muscles. 

So she fought, on and on and on. Fighting her wild primal needs and the tremendous call of nature. Throughout the night they had sex, neither of them climaxed but they were right on edge. She was mighty impressed that he could stay hard and so powerful all night long.

Finally it was dawn. Lexy was frantic, squirming between sheets and his arms. They were so strong that she couldn't move it away from her rock hard bladder. she tried to wake him up and she hardly bothered if he saw him in such a state. She didn't care about her composure . All she knew was that she HAD to pee and yet HOLD IT IN.

He slowly woke up, and kissed her. She again melted in his arms. He squeezed her tighter thereby making her squeal. But he didn't stop. Soon they were having a quickie. Her screams of pleasure and pain filled the house. Ritz was really enjoying thrusting his thing through her tightly clenched muscles. It added to the ecstasy. Even for Lexy the sex felt even hotter than the previous night though she was nearly half dead with arousal and desperation. She begged him to stop, but he didn't. Instead he told her that she was strong enough to control herself.

Even after the wonderful sex, the pressure inside her coul dnot be ignored. Immediately her hands flew down to her crotch. She begged to him to drop her at her place. But instead he first made her breakfast, then he took her out to take his dog for a walk and afte returning they again got engrossed in sex.

However it was the limit for Lexy. After the sex, she fell so weak at knees that she could not stand at her own. All her power was concentrated towards holding her pee.Only then he understood how badly she needed to relieve herself. He tried to persuade her to use his bathroom but she refused again stating that she just uses her toilet or hold. He took pity on her and decided to drop her at her place. Trying to dress her was a waste of time, her boobs had grown so huge that the dress ripped apart.. Instead she  pulled up her tight tiny thong while he wrapped her in his shirt and drove off.

But even after reaching there was no relief, because she had forgotten to take the keys. So they returned to his place to collect the keys. She didn't a say a word, sat with legs corssed like a preztel, face scrunched up, gritted teeth, hands shoved inside her crotch and sweating endlessly. 

By the time they got back it had been 36 hours into her hold. He carried her to the door opened it for her and decided to leave her to her condition politely. But before her left he whispered, "Lexy, you are very strong I know you can hold longer, try not to pee still. I LOVE YOU!" 

And then he left. Lexy was contemplating what to do. HOLD OR WET. . 

To be continued. . . 

My Girlfriend Had To Hold It - Part 2

"Hey!" The girl sitting next to us called out to us."What's wrong with you? Let her go if she wants to"

"Ma'am, she gets all nauseous and panicky after using the filthy bus stop bathrooms. Its way better to suffer without a relief than be nauseous." I answered calmly.

She went silent but spoke again after a pause.

"Actually, I too need to use the restrooms. In fact I am bursting. . But I am not letting myself go for the same reason." She then turned to Nidhi. "Girl, he is right. Control yourself, its just a few more hours and yes call me Tanu"

Nidhi nodded to her. "How long have you been holding?" Nidhi whispered to her with a red face.

"Oh! May be yesterday or so. Definitely more than a day" She giggled "But I can always control myself" She patted her bladder which was squeezed under her too tight jeans.

I on the other hand was having a raging hard on. I could not believe my luck. I had two hotties around me who were bursting for a pee. I could not be luckier. 

"Where are you going?" I asked nonchalantly.

"I have to attend a marriage" 

"So do we" and upon further discussions we learnt that she was going to the same marriage as ours and was a friends with our friend - who was getting married 

"When did you go to the bathroom last?" Tanu asked again.

"Yesterday at night, 9." Nidhi answered proudly.

"Are you kidding me? Just 24 hours . . .Nidhi you can go much longer than this. I went yesterday morning and I am still fine."

"You must not have drank as much as we did" Nidhi argued, albeit angrily.

"I guess 3 litres or so. What about you?"

"Same here. "

Soon the bus departed from the stop and Nidhi moaned in discomfort. Tanu tried to comfort her. No one would look at Tanu and say she was bursting or had been holding her pee for more than 36 hours. She seemed perfectly fine.

But things changed the next morning when we all got up. I had a severe ache in my bladder and of course I could not sit still. Nidhi sat with a tight grip on the sit and nails dug deep inside it. It was as if she was mentally trying to squeeze her muscles through it. 

Tanu on the other hand sat upright and was biting her lips. her legs were crossed tightly and she unknowingly bobbed them up and down. We were close to our destination and as we closed in to our stop I could see both the girls getting tensed up. No sooner did the bus pull over Nidhi stood up as if she could get down an immediately go to a toilet. But alas! The people in front did not know about her condition and they were painfully slow. She was marching in her place and clenching her thighs.

Tanu tried to calm her down. It was funny how frantic Nidhi was. And Tanu still remained strong enough to not let her bladder take control. 

Soon we got down from the bus. And we were surprised to find Priti there. It was her marriage we were going to. She came running to us, hugged us and was very happy to see us all together. All of us except Nidhi were chatting and conveniently ignoring the screams from our tormented bladders.

Nidhi was tearing up and she finally broke down, "Guys, can we please stop somewhere? "

"Why?" Priti asked. She was confused.

"She is bursting for a pee" Tanu confided.

"Grow up Nidhi. . I know you all can hold for days comfortably"

"I am at the end of my tether. . ."

"NAH!! Shut up and hold it. None of us are getting relief any time soon . . . "

TO BE CONTINUED. . 

Until She Bursts - Part 2

Donna got up from her bed, looked at the wall clock. It was close to midnight. She decided that it was high time she start preparing for her final hold. She knew it was going to be a very long, painful and torturous journey to end her life. But she would be sexually and mentally satisfied.

She sent mails to her colleagues that she was going out of town for a week and asked them not to try to contact her since she would be engaged in some highly personal work. Then she jumped on to a shopping website which offered instant deliveries within hours. She ordered Ben-wa balls, bondage latex gear, catsuits, corsets,vibrators, tapes, ultra powerful diuretics, muscle stimulant drugs, ready -to-eat food portable ultrasound device,  industrial glues, chains and huge metal locks.

She decided to spent the last few days of her life locked up in her own apartment and making sure that she has ABSOLUTELY no place or way to relieve herself. By midnight all of her orders were delivered.

The clock was close to 12, she took a deep breath and reluctantly went to the toilet. She removed her sweaty leather outfits and latex undies with great difficulty. As she approached the inviting white bowl she could feel her spasms in her bladder, muscles quivering, and pee rushing to her hole. Her desperation heightened. Though she was more than used to all that.

She sat on the bowl, still not letting go of a drop of pee to escape. She felt it was too good of a feeling to let go. but unfortunately she decided against that and as soon as the clock struck midnight she let loose. A huge forceful torrent hit the bowl. It was so hard that the porcelain cracked. She recalled to herself that it was the most urgent and satisfying and orgasmic relief of her life. She had never looked like a pregnant before and certainly never held so much of pee. She was sure it was more than a gallon. Her gush continued for whopping 3 and a half minutes.

She collapsed in a puddle of sweat and relief washed her face as she panted after that massive relief. And then all of a sudden she burst into tears, partly because she knew that no one accepted her with her fetish, and the main reason being that she wanted to hold longer.

She took a long look at her bowl and then she brought the industrial glue and stuck the lid forever. On top of  it she chained it securely and threw away the key out of the window. Next came her bathtub. After taking a quick long shower she sealed its drainage hole as well. And then the drainage holes of her sink in the bathroom as well as the kitchen. She taped, glued the hinges and locked the door of the bathroom and threw the key outside. Thereafter one by one she cut, locked, glued or sealed all the exits which she could use possibly in case she needed to pee. She even locked herself from inside and broke her cell phone and disconnected her telephone line. Then threw all her glasses, jugs, bottles into her dustbin. The only way she could have water for drinking was from her tap, which was connected to a huge 20 liter calibrated water filter.

Its system was such that whenever water was drawn out of it, and equal amount of water would be drawn from the tap. Which meant the filter could never be emptied. Unless she kept drinking. She decided from then on she would drink at least one liter of water every time laced with diuretic.

She went to her bedroom, pulled out, her fetish outfits. She sighed as she began sorting out what to put on for her final days. She took the big vibrating ben-wa balls. Put in herself from the back and set the vibration to max. A shudder went down her spine as the balls came to life. On top of it she forced into herself a big dragon dildo from the front and set it to max intensity. She was already turned on and was seeing stars behind her eyes.

But more was yet to come. Somehow she managed to put on a tight latex thong and one pvc thong to make sure that the balls and the dildo were constantly being pushed inside. Then a latex swimsuit and then a tight latex catsuit. None of which had zippers of course. Then she glued the back entry zippers and locked it at her neck with a tiny padlock and threw the keys outside. Next came another heavy rubber catsuit coupled with a waist clincher to further compress her. She didn't want to compromise on her figure just because her bladder would bulge. There was no way she could pee now or even come out of those mercilessly tight fitting outfits. She had no choice but to HOLD.

By the time she completely locked herself it was 3am. Her throat was as dry as a desert. She came downstairs to the kitchen and popped in a diuretic pill in her mouth and started sucking from the filter nozzle. She guzzled water till it came below the one liter mark,

She took a deep breath and soaked in the silence all around, went to her bed and tried to sleep. The countdown to her final journey of EXTREME DESPERATION had begun. . .

Sunset to Sunset

As I came back and took the sofa, replaying the scene again and again in my mind, my bladder ached as if someone was stabbing it from inside. I was minutes away from disaster.

AJ was mopping the floor when her angry mother came and sat on the couch next to me talking about her weird habit of waiting too long.

"I am completely clueless why Audrey does this. i am truly sorry Rex for the embarrassment. She just won't listen when I ask her to go to the washroom. Ever since child hood she had been doing this. She would wait in school all day and come home with tears in her eyes. No matter how hard would I scold or even lock her in the bathroom she would keep doing this"

"MOM! Come here now." AJ yelled. I tip toed behind her and stood behind the wall sneaking on their conversation. I know that was rude but it could provide me extra determination.

"I have told you several times not to embarrass me in front of my friends"

"And so have I asked you not to hold you pee! Its not good for your . . . "

"Mom! I know you are worried. But you must know one thing the human bladder can burst itself. It will release the load when it reaches its limit."

"I saw that a while ago and I am not impressed hun!"

"I didn't need to pee. I could have held it longer had you not made me nervous."

"You are not doing that again. I am warning you."

"Stop treating me like a kid Mom. I can suppress my needs as long as I want and for your information - I will not go to the toilet all day and still stay dry."

"Do WHATEVER you want to!" Her mother yelled aloud and went to the kitchen and AJ entered to have a bath. I hopped back to the sofa and the sudden jerk almost burst explode my bladder. Soon there was the sound of shower making me go frenzy. I even overheard her using the bowl for over a minute. She seemed to pee endlessly. I was digging my nails in the sofa, clenching my muscles as tightly as I could muster, silently praying the ordeal to end quickly.

"Rex! What happened? You look so flustered?"

Seeing her mother appear all of a sudden I was startled. I quickly uncrossed my legs.

"Do you have to go to?"

"Oh no! No auntie. Not one bit."

But I had realized the gravity of the situation. My bladder had enough. I meekly asked her.

"Auntie, can I use your other bathroom? I need to take a bath too after this long journey"

"Yeah sure dear. You need not ask twice. . . . Food is kept in the fridge. Take whatever you need. I will retire to the bed now. Its already 2 AM"

And there I was taking baby steps to the bathroom. Seeing the white bowl after 18 hours felt like heaven. But I didn't want to end the hold. The feeling was inexplicable. My heart was racing especially after having heard about AJ's holding habits, her wetting, her determination to avoid the toilet for the next day and of course my own desperate need to relieve. I held my thing tightly and crossed my legs to prevent the outburst. My bladder was throbbing and it felt as if I could die of the pain that was shearing. I had seconds to act then. But I decided to play a game with me. I had to measure the volume. I juts couldn't waste my pee.

Luckily there was a small bucket lying beneath the tap. I decided to pee for a minute and hold the rest for the next 24 hours or longer if AJ too pushed herself. P.S She had peed twice in all. Once while wetting and the next when she went for bath. I knew it was very risky but I was feeling very optimistic about my holding abilities. If I could defeat her despite having relieved myself partially that would be awesome.

I started peeing and the gush could make a fire hose seem puny. It was terrific, orgasmic and the best pee I ever had in my life. In the back of my mind I wanted to just keep on holding and yet I never wanted to stop peeing. I looked over my wrist watch timer. It was 55 seconds already. I inhaled as much as I could and clenched my muscles tight to stop the stream which was still in full force.

My organ was hard and throbbing and I felt as if my bladder would explode. Desperation reached new heights and I was pee dancing here and there. After a few moments the pressure had subsided and I felt so comfortable and light. I could still feel the volume inside and there was a lot of pee which still needed to come out of the system. Even after the minute long pee I was at 4/10. I checked the volume in the bucket - 1800 ml or so. I wondered how much was still inside. I could have easily crossed the 2 liter mark I knew. 

I took a bath and put on my one piece boxing leotard on top of my already too tight briefs. It was now impossible for me to relieve myself without a hassle and quickly. That meant I would need to fight my needs and hang on till AJ gives up.

I dressed up in some comfy clothes and went to. the drawing room where I found AJ struggling to button up her hot pants. I wonder if they were designed to be worn at all. they looked so tight and uncomfortable and why would someone choose such a constrictive thing for the night.

"Here help me Rex. I can't button this up." AJ was in sweat.

"Are you going to the club?" I asked.

"No dumbo. This is what I wear to bed. Just do it."

Her thongs were peeping out from beneath and the button was dangling far away from the hook. I tired hard to button it up but in vain.

"Are you kidding me? They are so tight. You can't even contain yourself in it. Go get something else."

"All of them are the same. I m used to it sweety."

"Are they comfortable?" I finally buttoned it after great efforts.

"Ouch!" She squeaked. "Hell NO! I wear it because they make me feel sexy."

"And do you repeat this struggle everytime you need to pee?"

"I can wait all day if I need to. I don't bother about such silly things"

"We all saw that today" I teased her. I could sense my briefs getting tighter every minute.

"LISTEN REX!" AJ was angry. "I want you to forget what you had seen. OK? I never wet my pants and never will. I don't know why it happened today."

"EXCUSES! I had asked you to use the washroom at the fair, didn't I? I knew how desperate you were getting then."

"Bullshit! I wouldn't have gone there at all. And why should I go if I can just hold it? I can go on with my day normally while my tank just holds my waters inside"

"Except that you couldn't hold it. In fact you looked like a school girl."

"Whatever! Only if knew how much I can contain everyday you wouldn't have said that."

"I can say that because in those pants your bladder has no room to expand and I am not going to help you unbutton it. Even if you are in dire need of a pee." I chuckled.

"The button won't come off because I will not need to pee at all. I am very strong."

She then dozed off to sleep leaving me to imagine what was about to happen the coming day.

I took some food from the fridge, chugged a glass of water and went to sleep. The next morning, at around 8. I woke up needing to pee badly. 6/10. The partial pee game was a mistake I realized very soon. On the other hand AJ was still sleeping, tightly curled up, her bladder compressed under those restrictive hot pants and her hands were between her thighs. I could hear faint moans. May be she was dreaming about needing to pee.

I tip toed to the bathroom and only when I opened my zip I realized the trap I had set. The one piece won't let me have any relief. Just then I hear AJ calling me.

"Good morning Rex. What are you doing in the bathroom with the door open? " She looked confused.

"The tap was dripping." I made an excuse and came out. The only chance to relieve was gone.

"Or may be you need to pee big boy!" she teased.

"I don't wet my pants you know."

"We will see who does today!" She murmured and walked to the kitchen. I was in for a torturous hold.

Her mother had already left for work so we had the house to ourselves. We had lunch, played games on her play station, watched porn and what not. And all the time both of us kept chugging water. By 3pm both of us had consumed more than a 1.5 liter of water in addition to the tall glasses of juices. 13 hours without any relief. For my tired bladder it was an ordeal whilst for her completely empty bladder she was showing no signs as usual. Or may be she was hiding it.

By 4pm, we left for some shopping Her attire consisted of leather again. Tighter and more restrictive. And to my surprise she put it on over her hot pants. She was pushing herself.

We first went to a cafe to grab some snacks and coffee of course. She had normal cappucinos while I took iced teas - more trouble for my bladder. i was at 8/10. I had to continuously concentrate to hold it and clench my muscles harder and harder. My walk had become more rigid and I had to slightly bend forward to stem the pressure. Though AJ was not showing nay outward signs I knew she was felling the pressure to. The bulge formed near the waistline confirmed she was in need of relief too.

By 5pm, 15 hours with almost 2 liters in our systems. I knew it was going to be a long boring session for she was very choosy when it came to her wardrobe. 

She took some leather outfits for trial, when she whispered.

"Rex help me unbutton my hotties."

"Why! you said that the button was not going to come off today!"

"Don't be stupid Rex. I don't want these outfits to get damaged in any way."

"All right! All right!" and there I was in the middle of the trial room unbuttoning her pants and trying to containing my raging hard on. Her milky white legs and her hips sore red due to the tightness of those stupid hot pants. As soon as I unbuttoned that her bladder popped out. It was massive in size and suggested what a gigantic load she was nursing despite the tightness. 

I came out of the trial room and was pacing here and there. I was anxious and excited. I needed to calm my bladder down because I still had the entire night to endure. I took a seat near by and started doing kegels and did whatever I could to prevent any leaks. Toe curls, calf-scratching, calf-stretching, arching forward and what not. By the time she was done it was already 7pm. 17 hours and counting.

She called me back in the room asking me to button up her pants again.

"Are you sure you want me to button up?"

"Yes! I do, why?"

"I am worried about the bulge down there." I meekly answered.

"Hah! Its grows a lot bigger that that dumbo. I can take it. Now do it"

I heard a groan as I did. She seemed to be so happy after all that shopping but her expressions couldn't hide her bodily needs. She was a human after all and with a tired bladder forced to contain a massive load. 

At around 9pm we went in to have dinner. I was in trouble. I was having difficulties to talk with her and even sit still. I wanted to grab my thing for my dear life and hold it. But I had to act and stay brave. There was a constant dull ache down there and AJ caught that.

"Looks like some body needs to pee."

"Not at all AJ. Forget it." She was in no better state than mine. Especially the spicy dinner with loads of water made sure we both were bursting.

"The washroom's over there. Don't want you to wet your pants." She giggled. Her body was betraying her then. By 10pm when we were done with another liter to squeeze into our bladder.

"I don't need to pee AJ. Won't go even if I need to. Besides I was thinking of a movie. What say?"

She was taken aback. never in the wildest dream she could have imagined about enduring a 3 hour long movie, in a confined space, in such tight clothes and so much pressure in her bladder. But she agreed to it. It was going to be a long movie for us.

"AJ! Jokes apart. I think you should really use the washroom now. you know why I am saying?"

"FORGET IT! Don't you remember I said I can wait all day. And the day isn't over yet. So - NO WASHROOMS for me. You can go if you need to. I know you are dying to."

"I can wait till the morning. Lets go." 

"Whatever!"

There we were in the movie. 11pm - 21 hours and an ice cream soda to fill ourselves. little did we focus on our movie - such was our need. We tried to be subtle but we were past the stage. We were shamelessly sitting with our hands shoved in our crotch. The movie seemed to drag on and on and on. By interval the sodas were gone and we both were praying to last one more hour.

By 2AM the movie came to an end. and all of a sudden the desperation rose to new heights. We couldn't stop shaking out of it. 24 hours and no relief. We still had to reach her place before the inevitable happened. 

As we walked to the parking I could hear her panting and moaning. She was squirming and sweating. Aimlessly looking into her phone at times or sit on the context of adjusting her heels. Buying time to last longer. I couldn't do all that and make a fool out of myself.

Soon we were on the road speeding to her place. She didn't say a word till we reached. In the elevator she stood like with legs double crossed, and in a state worse than the previous day. 

"Hold it hold it hold it! " I heard her whispers.

She unlocked the door and immediately dragged me to the bathroom.

"Rex! Please open the buttons for me. NOW!"

"I thought the day is not over yet. Do you need to pee so soon?" I teased her despite my own predicament  being worse than hers. 

"Fuck it! Just help me out." 

"Say that. You have to pee."

"I . . . I  . . . I want to take a bath that's why."

"Accept that you can't hold longer or else I am not undoing the button" I commanded.

"OH GOD! I HAVE TO PEE DAMMIT Can't you see?" I grinned as if I was suggesting I beat her at some sport. No sooner did I unbutton her hot pants she pushed me out and collapsed on the bowl. The hiss was loud and clear. She could not have held more. The gusher continued for nearly two minutes for full force and then it died down with a few trickles. 

I was at 9.8/10. Leaking and spurting. By the time she came out after freshening herself it was 3.30AM - 25.5 hours for me. I had changed in my track pants and a loose t shirt and jumped into the couch.

When she came out, her face was awash with relief but also disappointment of being defeated again. She stood there for a while and came to me only in her bra and thongs. 

"You can go too Rex! No need to hold any more."

"I am dying to but I won't. I can hold it you know. I will hold it till I return to my apartment tomorrow noon" I tried to say that in the calmest voice I could manage. I was enjoying this torture and having defeated her I had gained substantial boost in my ego.

"Are you kidding me? Can you really hold that long? Even I could not wait after coming home - You stand no chance BIG BOY!" She was now trying to make me pee because she couldn't tolerate me holding longer than her. It was obvious.

"Like I said. no washroom breaks for me!"

"Think again Rex. I won't let you go even if you want to. The night is going to be loooong one!"

I knew I wouldn't make it but I didn't want to back off and appear as a coward. 

"Lock the bathroom if you want. "

"Sure! We will see if you can really beat it. Its going to be fun"

Click clack! The door was now locked. Nowhere to pee and nowhere to hide. i was trapped. We dozed off to bed. She was exhausted due to those consecutive massive holds and immediately fell asleep and I on the other hand was fighting a losing battle to last 9 more hours . . .