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Bursting Anita

This was the day of one of the biggest meetings in the history of the Peter-Robert accounting firm. All of the big shots in the company were there to discuss a possible merger with Orion Corporate Investments. But it was a normal day for Anita one of the leading employees in the company.She was the best employee in the firm. She had charged up for the evening with a tall ice mocha, a liter of water and a couple of those red-bull cans to give her the occasional boost during the most intense working hours. An hour and a half had gone by and Anita's need to relieve her bladder was starting to become a significant and persistent problem. "I've to complete these files and hand it over to Mr.Peterson as soon as possible," Anita said to Shauna who was sitting just besides her seat. "As usual,it seems like you've gotta lot of work to do," Shauna responded. "I can't believe I got so busy. I haven't had a break and I really gotta go pee," she replied. "We both almost drank the same amount during the break and I've went to the toilets twice,and you're still holding it?" she asked. "Ya I can't believe I need to go so badly, but I don't have time for this,just need to concentrate on my work," Anita answered. Anita badly needed to pee. In fact, she was absolutely bursting. "Oh, come on!" she complained as continued completing the accounts work that had halted her progress to the bathroom. The pain was growing intolerable. Of course, she'd been forced to hold on to a full bladder often enough in her career. She had never yielded to the urge, however bad it got, because she was damned if she would give them the satisfaction of seeing her call for a temporary replacement at her desk while she scuttled off to the toilets. She sometimes wondered if she was doing harm to her bladder during these long hold-it sessions. As bad as some of those sessions had been, however, they were nothing compared to this one which was truly testing her powers of endurance. She was being seriously distracted by her distended bladder. Without thinking, she pressed a hand against her crotch. It scarcely helped since her skirt prevented her from pushing where it would really do some good, but she could hardly pull her skirt up while sitting in the office.She was so incredibly desperate for the bathroom. God, she couldn't believe how close she was to wetting herself. Anita was also a topic of discussion to almost all the workers on her floor. They all were awe stuck with her ability to hold her pee for so long,and if rumours from other female co-workers were to be believed,at the end of her shift,Anita always pissed with incredible pressure in the toilet.None of them had ever heard anyone pee with so much force. Finally an hour later Anita submitted the files to her boss,now all on her mind was to get to the nearest toilet and take a minute long piss. She walked towards the ladies as fast as her swollen bladder would allow. At that point she recalled that she'd been called to Mr. Hopkins cabin for an evaluation on her report. "Okay I just have hold my pee a little longer," she said to herself, “A short trip to Mr.Hopkins' cabin then straight to the toilet" Anita thought. "May I come in sir?" she asked standing at the door. "Yes please come in," he replied.Anita hobbled her way to the desk. "Good evening sir," she greeted him. "Listen dear,I need you to bring me the profit graphs as soon as possible," Mr.Hopkins requested. "But sir the graphs aren't completly ready yet, it’d take some time to get them up," she replied. "Please I need them right now,our shares holders are on video-conferencing and they'd like to see them as soon as possible," he demanded. "I'll get you those as soon I can," Anita replied. She hurried back to her table to get those files done.She was so certain that she would have been enjoying a long piss after she'd have met Mr.Hopkins,but now she was struck with some fucking graphs,holding on to a very full bladder. "Oh Shauna, I need to pee so badly," Anita said while she shuffled pages looking for something in it. "Just go you've been holding it for so long now," Shauna replied worried. "I'll just have to cork it up,"Anita replied,closing her eyes as she released a gasp of frustration.The pressure to piss was amazing on her,still she was putting it off. ."Ooohh, oh God I'm really dying for the loo," she sighed. As soon as Anita left to find some important papers,Smith came nearby Shauna and asked,"What's the matter with Anita? Why's she so tense?" "Oh,she just needs to pee,she'd been putting it off for a long time now and as the result pressure is too much to handle for her," Shauna spoke softly so that no one else could hear them. "Wow,she's a really a grown up women, not letting her needs interfere in her job," he replied. "You're right,I would have pissed my clothes by now," replied Shauna concerned for Anita. Now Anita really did want to pee, and she was conscious of the tension needed to control her bladder. She had to call a small group of employees for giving them some instructions over some graph work,and a luck would have it,the group also included Smith. As the group assembled Anita quickly uncroosed her legs.Crossing legs would be too suggestive of needing to take a pee,and she didn't want anyone else to know that she was absolutely bursting to go to the bathroom. She blatantly stood with legs wide apart giving them instructions,holding her bladder muscles more tightly than she could ever remember. "My God! The amount of pressure this girl is handling right now," thought Smith.He could see Anita's bladder bulging out giving him an idea to how much pee she might have been holding! When Anita finally gave all the instructions Smith raced his way to the toilet,shut the door,and had the most intense wank of his life thinking about Anita's desperation and swollen bladder. Anita went back and sat on her chair with legs tightly crossed.Her bladder had reached the point of exploding, it had become rock hard and swollen so much that her skirt was streched to its limit. She kept repeating to herself that it was always possible to wait a bit longer.She tried to forget her agony by thinking what reward would she could claim from her boss for so much dedication to her work. "I need to go to the bathroom," Anita gasped,Cross her legs tightly and closing her eyes. "Just leave all this crap and go to the toilet Anita," Shauna said in a concerned tone. "Ya, I think you're right,I have to hurry because I'm ready to piss myself!" She really was desperate for a piss, her bladder bursting against her tight skirt,really hurting, and it was taking a conscious effort to hold back her pee. "I said just leave and go to the toilet," Shauna reprimanded on seeing Anita struggling with somes pages.Anita was still trying to complete Mr.Hopkins' work,when she should have been peeing hard inside a toilet. "I've been in agony with a full bladder all evening", Anita remarked, her voice tightening again with the strain of holding on to a bladder literally brimming over with piss."But I've do these graphs first,Mr.Hopkins may call up any moment". She finally went to submit the graphs to Mr.Hopkins. "Sir,here are you're graphs," she informed putting them on his desk. "Thanks a lot love,this was a huge favour," he replied,now seeing Anita hurring back."What's the matter dear,you look in such a hurry?" "OH,I've take a huge piss,please excuse me," Anita said as she turned back for a moment and rushed outside the room. "Hahaha! Run! Get there quick!," Mr.Hopkins laughed,teasing her.Anita rested her left hand on her bladder stealing herself from grabbing her crotch as she made her way to the toilets. When she reached the toilets,she noticed a sign on the door.She was so desperate to pee,she didn't have time left to read the sign,so she tried to push the door open.But as luck would have it didn't move. Then did she bother to read the sign. "Restroom Closed For Cleaning/ Do Not Enter" The restroom was closed as usual after all the female employees had left,it was only Anita who had been working late that day,and now it seemed like she had to pay for it. "Fuck! I've to piss so badly!," she cried out on reading this.She even tried to get into the Gents toilet,but seeing so many men going in,she declined the idea. She knew that even other floors would be locked by now,therefore she had only a single hope left. She decided to pee in the car parking area hoping that no one would be able to catch her. She hurried back to her desk,picked up her bag and car keys and rushed to the car park.She did her best to hurry,to get to the parking lot, one hand pulling her waistband away from her swollen bladder. In the elevator Anita had started shifting her weight from foot to foot,to ease her need to pee. Realizing what she was doing, she forced herself to stop, leaning against the wall of the elevator with her legs crossed, trying hard to look relaxed and unconcerned. At last when the elevator stopped, and door opened Anita moved in front of it. "Ladies first," she said not sure whether that was a request or a statement of where she was going. Expecting a crowd waiting for them, Anita had stopped holding her crutch, so she was fighting to hold in her pee, unable to stop herself twisting and squirming, almost running on the spot. The urge to pee was overwhelming; she had to fight it with all her strength, to do everything except hold herself to help keep it back. However obvious it made her desperation, wetting herself, which was a real possibility, would be worse. As soon as the door was partly open she just had to squeeze through and push the people outside the elevator aside. Anita went straight for the car park ignoring everything and everybody except the frantic need to pee. Abandoning any pretense of decorum, conscious only of the all-consuming urge to pee, Anita jammed one hand between her legs, pulling up her skirt so she could press with all her fingers, and tried to run up the stairs, knowing that she wasn't going to be able to wait much longer, that every second it took to get to the parking was vital. Everything seemed to be against her. Her high heels and tight skirt would have made it difficult to hurry anywhere, and on the bare concrete of the floor she could hardly keep her balance. One hand was between her legs, absolutely essential but not helping her hurry. "I want to piss. I want to piss," she was repeating to herself, and this was the only thing that mattered to her; she had to get to the parking area before her bladder gave way and she wet herself. When she finally reached the parking space her heart drowned as she saw some men and security guards standing and talking there.She was so certain that she she would reach to the car park and pee,but now all her hopes had vanished suddenly.Anita had no choice but to really pee dance to keep from wetting herself. She didn't dare try to hide her desperation any longer; if she made any attempt at all to regain her composure and stand still, she would lose it in a massive flood inside her clothes. "Even now if could make to some bushes around I can pee behind them," she thought to herself.Holding her crotch she hobbled inside her car,not caring if anyone could see her, because she was so close to losing control that anything was better than peeing in her skirt.Her bladder was full to the spilling point.She was at her absolute limit, she could not possibly hold any more pee. She started the engine and began driving. She didn't fasten her belt because she was now frightened that the additional pressure would be the straw that broke the camel's back... or burst her bladder. She drove as fast as she dared, praying she would not get pulled over for speeding. That would be totally disastrous! She pressed one hand between her legs, trying to press down on her crotch to help contain the flood. The maneuver did not work well because her skirt was too tight around her thighs, preventing her from reaching her crotch. All the way ,Anita kept shifting her legs. Every red traffic light left her shaking with panic, and she could feel sweat on her brow and upper lip now. She absolutely could not take much more. She was frantic, feeling that she really reached her limit. She bent forward as the pain become stronger, and for the last mile of the drive, she sat with her skirt pulled right up to the top of her hips. Holding herself had become essential now. As she neared the bushes where she'd thought of peeing , the mental expectation of relief almost overpowered her. She was so desperate that she could only avoid wetting by pressing her left hand between her legs with tremendous force. But Anita was in such a hurry to get to the quite forest area to piss after a whole day of work that she had just forgotten to look at her speedometer.Half way there,blue and red lights flared into life in her rearview mirror. "Oh no,not now," Anita moaned clenching her thighs together.She dare not stop now,she would loose control of her bladder any moment and it was obvious that if she pulled over the cop won't let her pee until she had paid the fine and fulfilled other formalities. "Aarrhh,go away I've to piss man!," she moaned again as her car neared the bushes.The cop continued following her giving sirens at short intervals that she must stop her vehicle right then. "No,I've been waiting for so long to pee and now he won't let me go," Anita cried.She couldn't stop the vehicle now.If she did,she would soak her dress with a gallon of piss right in front of the cop. The quite forest area had cleared now and Anita's car was back on the high way surrounded with heavy traffic, as the chase sequence between her and the cop continued. Anita was unable to piss & her bladder was aching for relief.Suddenly she gave away a short spurt of piss soaking through her panties. "Oh God. It's starting to come out," she cried holding her crotch.She was trying her best to contain her full bladder. As the minutes passed and the chase from the cop continued Anita grew increasingly certain that her overfilled bladder would explode at any point from now. "Fuck you idiot!" she cried out in desperation.She could see the red and blue lights still flaring.He wasn't going to leave her alone so easily. Then fianlly Anita couldn't hold on any longer,"Oh god! I can't wait to piss!" she moaned. She had reached her limit, and she could either remove her skirt and panty and pee in the car while she drove her ass off away from the cop or try to hold it,pay the fine,find somewhere better and probably wet herself in the attempt. Holding herself until the last possible second, she just about managed to remove her panty and skirt away from her pee hole,before her pee came blasting out with incredible force,shooting directly to the steering wheel of her car. "Aaaaahhhhhh! Ya! Come out! Yes!" she sighed raising her head and closing her eyes as her body buried into the seat with relief.She was peeing like a race horse inside her car,while the cop was still behind her ass chasing her. "My God,there was so much pressure," she whispered as the relief she was experiencing made her close her eyes for a second. She was just peeing and peeing and peeing really hard driving her car along twisting country roads, as she tried to concentrate on this and not think about the stupendous relief she was getting from weeing so much. A huge puddle of her pee had formed below her,near her feet. "Holy cow!I can't stop peeing," she said in a low voice,her head resting on the seat as she enjoyed releasing so much pressure. Despite the enormous puddle she had made she hadn’t finished her pee, but at least she had let the pressure off. Two minutes had passed since Anita had started peeing and she was still going strong, continuing her run away from the cop.She was peeing and driving really fast and hard,both at the same time. "It's amazing! peeing with so much pressure is far better than having an orgasm," she thought as a smile ran across her face. It was only when she touched the three minute mark that her stream suddenly died.Then she gave almost half a dozen thick shots of piss before coming to conclusion that her bladder had finally emptied out all of it's contents. "Awww,that was lovely,I really needed that," she said to herself.She again heard the police siren ordering her to stop. Now when she had shot her entire load,she didn't see any problem in getting pulled over by a cop. She quickly adjusted her panty and skirt,drove her car off the lane and stopped.She got out taking the license and registration with her purse. As the cop got off and came closer to her she gave him a sweet smile and said "I'm really sorry," hoping that he won't take a look inside her car.

Pain

 

Bollywood Calling (Remastered)

Edited by- frostyjr2 Katrina Kaif, superstar of the Hindi film industry, always kept herself in a shroud of secrecy. Media was always flooded with the reports of her link-ups but she never spoke on the issue. Some people argued that her actual name is ‘Katrina Turquotte’ but she never bothered to reply to any questions which were not directly related to her job. As usual, Katrina was busy shooting for one of her movies that day. An actor’s life is always hectic and her life was no different. Katrina knew the amount of hard work and sweat it took to reach to the top. She was a struggler once, roaming the streets of Mumbai in search of work and now, she was an established star... heart throb of millions. People would wait in lines for hours and hours on end to meet her, such was her star power. Although critics had slammed her several times for her poor acting skills, it rarely caught up to her. Tough competition from fellow actors always kept her on her toes, because she knew the main reason she was so immensely popular amongst the masses was because of her mind-blowing good looks and a goddess-like figure. So she worked really hard to look beautiful on-screen; from working out in the gym to keeping her diet in check, she was doing it all, but most importantly she always drank a lot of water to keep herself hydrated and energetic. Even today she was just focusing on her work, getting ready for the next scene as she consumed a considerable amount of water between the shots. “Ma’am, we are ready to shoot,” one of the assistant directors informed her. ‘I’ll be there in just a moment,” Katrina replied as the make-up artist gave finishing touches to her make-up. The sun blazed high in the sky. As they began filming the scene, Katrina became engrossed in her character and dialogues, although she never forgot to take regular sips from her water bottle between takes. Kat had consumed a whopping three bottles of water and a tall glass of lemonade since she began shooting and she hadn’t been to the loo even once yet. Shooting today wasn’t any different from the other days, looking heavenly on screen was the top priority. In between the shots , Katrina felt a slight nudge within her bladder. Maybe all the water she had consumed was finally catching up to her. She glanced at the digital wall-clock hanging at the set; it was 1 o’clock, which meant there were still six hours to go before the pack-up. “I’d better make a visit to the toilet and then resume with the shoot” Kat thought to herself. As the break-time was called, she walked off to her vanity trailer with her assistant, Sandy. As the actress opened the door to the loo, she witnessed an over-flowing toilet, mucky water spewing out as if it were to flood the entire vanity van. “Sandy!” she called out in rage, “What the hell is this?” she asked, pointing towards the commode. Sandy was in utter shock. Superstars of such strata are supposed to be provided with five-star facilities and all of their needs and whims are to be accommodated no matter how absurd or trivial, but somehow this error had crept in. Such negligence with regard to a most basic and essential need could possibly cost Sandy her job! “I’ll get it fixed right away, ma’am! Could you please wait outside until it’s done?” she requested politely, although she knew Katrina would be angry at this. “Huh…Okay, I’ll be waiting on the sets. Just get it fixed fast!” Kat ordered as she stepped out of the vanity. As Katrina sat around, texting on her phone, one of the assistant directors from the unit came along. ”Ma’am, I’ve heard you're having a problem with your trailer. Do you need me to arrange another one for you?” he asked. “No, I’d rather use mine; please get it fixed as quickly as possible,” she said a bit sharply, before getting back to her texting. Her need to pee wasn’t urgent so she was just talking with people. She was beginning to feel hungry by this time, so she ordered herself a plate of rice with curd, a cinnamon roll and a cup of black coffee. Twenty minutes later when she was done with her lunch ,she called up Sandy to get some feedback about the ongoing repairs. “Are they done yet?” Katrina asked. “No ma’am, I’m afraid not. The technicians have reported a major break-down and they need to take the vanity to the service center for repairs” she reported, somewhat terrified at the thought of how would Katrina react to this. “What?! she yelled through the phone, “Where am I supposed to change my costumes and go to the loo then?” she growled. “Ma’am, I’m really sorry but you may have to share a vanity with other actors or use the public restrooms for today," Sandy informed her. Then there was an awkward silence as neither of them spoke for a moment. “Are you telling me that they want me to use the same toilet which all the unit members use?” Katrina then demanded petulantly. It was an affront to her dignity to ask her to use public loos and her ego wouldn’t allow her to share another actor’s van. “Ma’am I know it’s really inconvenient for you but ….” said Sandy. Even before she could complete her sentence Katrina countered, “ I don’t give a fuck if the vanity is not working , get it fixed or arrange another one! I will stall the shoot indefinitely my demands aren’t fulfilled,” she yelled and hung up the call. Sandy immediately called one of the members of the production team to arrange for a replacement vanity trailer. “Hello, this is Sandy, Katrina’s assistant,” she spoke through the phone. “Yes ,how may I help you?” came the reply. “I’d like you to arrange an air conditioned vanity van for Katrina since her van has broken down and is being taken for repairs,” she explained. “Could you please get it done as soon as possible?” “I am sorry to inform you miss, but I personally asked Miss Kaif if she’d like us to arrange another one earlier, and she declined,” the man replied. “We’ve sent the only spare vanity to another shooting location now,” he stated, “So I'm sorry, but I can’t help you with this at the moment.” Sandy was totally nonplussed now. “No replacement trailer?!! Katrina will be so angry when she finds out about this,” she thought. She even asked the producer of the movie for help but to no avail. When Katrina finally was told what had transpired, she stalled the shoot as she had warned earlier. “Ma'am, please try to understand the situation,” said the Producer, “All the location company's remaining vanities are booked on other shoots, and it will be at least 3 to 4 hours before another one becomes available. We can’t wait that long, or we’ll incur a huge loss”, he pleaded. "As it is, we're wasting daylight, and we need to shoot this scene now!" Katrina could now feel her bladder filling up; she was almost at three quarters full. These sensations made her argue with the producers even more. “I need my requests to be fulfilled, only then will I resume the shoot, do you get me?” she growled. She just wasn’t willing to listen to anyone, after all she was a star and she needed to be treated like one. Throwing tantrums on the sets was a common phenomenon, since people were always there who would fend for her. An hour and a half passed by. Meanwhile, from the Director and Producer on down to the set dressers, everyone was doing their bit to convince her. Katrina had never been this diva-like on the set before; this hyper-aggressive and attention-seeking attitude had crept in only after a few recent box-office successes. She wasn’t ready to negotiate, but then she realized that it wasn't really the producer's fault that they wouldn’t be able to accede to her demands and this wasn’t the only project she had to work upon. Other projects she had committed to also needed to be looked after, so she thought it was better to adjust a little and wrap up the work as quickly and efficiently as possible, then she would be free to go. Katrina agreed to resume the shoot, but only on the condition of extra payment, which was quickly conceded by the film's producers, who were now desperate to resume shooting. She was provided with a changing room, but was still lacking a personal toilet. “Ma'am, the shot is ready,” informed Sandy. “I’m on my way.” As Kat stood up from her seat, she could clearly feel the strain on her bladder which had significantly increased in prominence, although this had gone unnoticed because she had been sitting down all this while. “Maybe I should go to the toilets first, then report at the sets ” Katrina thought. As she opened the door to the single common toilet stall present on the entire set, she was mortified by the sight of filthiness. It seemed the crew hadn’t cleaned or maintained the loos for a very long time now. It smelled absolutely horrible, and she covered her face with her hand to ward off the stench. “I am never going to use such a nasty loo” she told herself. The only way left for her was to hold her pee until the shoot ended. She shot a look at her wrist watch. It was 4:00 in the afternoon, so she still had 3 hours to go before she could go home. “I can wait that long” she thought. Little did she knew that she had seriously miscalculated how much she drank earlier, in fact she was being a little too overconfident on her holding abilities. Wearing light blue jeans and a white top as per her character’s needs, she walked off towards the sets. On regular days she’d go to the loo every thirty minutes, but if necessary she could easily wait for up to a couple of hours. Kat had been desperate to pee only a handful of times before and she was unaware of the fact that the limits of her boastful cast iron bladder were going to be severely tested that day. After a short discussion, they launched into the dialogue sequence. Unfortunately, the male protagonist wasn’t well prepared and they had to do the scene over a few times. Kat’s urge to go to the toilet was becoming more serious by the moment. Maybe her decision to resume the shoot without responding to her nature calls was wrong after all. Nevertheless she kept shooting, putting her need to urinate on the back burner. She made sure not to consume any more liquids, though; the amount of water she had drunk earlier was already proving to be too much to be held back with ease. As the time passed slowly, her need to piss increased at an alarming rate. In fact, it had intensified to such an extent that it was taking a conscious effort to hold back her pee now, though Katrina was still adamant not to use the toilet on the sets. “I’ll quickly wrap up the shoot and head home,” she thought. Even before she was a world famous celebrity, Katrina had always despised using public loos. Being a cleanliness freak, she would never allow herself to walk into such filthy areas, no matter how desperate she was. The director planned to film her monologue first. Katrina started with her text and after a minute the camera operator stopped and asked her to do it again because of some lighting problem. Then she wasn’t able to deliver the exact expressions and emotions the director wanted from her, and this delayed the shoot a little more. During her monologue, she was asked to stop and repeat a little part a few times. After about an hour or so of this, she was really feeling a massive urge to pee. She tried to act normally, but several times she found herself squirming and rubbing her thighs together, growing a bit uncomfortable now. “Kat! Can I talk to you for a second” the director asked. He probably wanted to discuss some scenes before they filmed them. "The screenwriter has just given us some changes to the script, sorry !" As they spoke, Katrina stood with her legs wide apart. Crossing them would have been too suggestive of her desperate state, but even so she was gritting her teeth from needing to pee really badly now. She revised her monologue on a minute’s notice; even though she was rather distracted by her almost full bladder , she knew she had to focus on her work. As she shot the scene, she thought of the day when she left her home in London, to make a career in the Hindi film industry, or "Bollywood" as it is familiarly called. When she first came to India, she didn’t even speak the native tongue, but still she was confident she would pull it off. Those days of struggle and hardships were the ones that molded her into what she was today. They had said she could never be an actress but she had proven them all wrong, hadn't she? If she could do that, surely she could manage to hold her pee in just a bit longer ! It was 7:20 pm when the shoot finally came to an end. Katrina had been waiting so long for this moment to arrive. “We’ll be going straight home,” she informed Sandy. “Ma'am, I am truly sorry, but you’ve to attend Mrs. Chawla’s charity function, since you’ve been invited as one of the Chief Guests at the event,” Sandy said. "It is crucial for you to make an appearance, otherwise, you know, it gives a bad impression.” “Oh, right, I totally forgot about that! I don’t feel like going at all…” Katrina sighed, “…but since Mrs. Chawla is a close friend, it is better to attend the function, I suppose.” “Ma'am, if you really don’t feel like, then let it be, I’ll just tell her that you were busy with your shoots or something,” Sandy suggested. “No, it’s okay, the event is for a good cause and I shouldn’t withhold my support ,” Kat replied, “But is there any way we could head home first, and then attend the event?” she asked, really wanting to use the loo at home. “Ma'am, I’m afraid not. We’re already running late for the event; if we're going, then we'd better hurry up,” Sandy said. Katrina stood there for a moment, balancing her urgent need against her desire to help a friend. Finally she said, “Okay then, let’s go. I just hope they have a clean toilet , because I would really like to use the restroom as soon as we get there!” This was the first time Sandy was made fully aware of Katrina’s condition, although she wasn’t surprised since she had seen Kat drinking a lot of water during the shoot earlier that day. “Sure ma’am, I’ll call them up and ask them to arrange a hygienic restroom facility for you,” Sandy replied. Wearing a pink top and a pair of fashionably tight blue jeans now, she left for the event. No sensible woman would have ever left the set, needing to pee as much as she did. With most of the water still remaining to pass through her, she was in for a desperate ride. It was a total gamble to try to hold it and travel since she already was immensely desperate and there was a huge possibility that she’d be caught in the middle of a heavy traffic jam at this time of day. As the ride towards the event continued, Kat was growing considerably frantic. She could feel she was already holding a lot of liquid in her bladder. She crossed her legs, and rubbed her thighs with her hands; she was ready to do anything that would have reduced the pressure. “My bladder is bursting, Sandy! When are we going to get there?” She inquired, pulling the waistband of her jeans away from her rock hard abdomen. It eased a great deal of pressure down there, but she still was longing to pee. Her assistant noticed that Kat was getting quite restless and irritated. Then again, what else could you expect from a person who had not been able to use the toilet for a good six hours or, in her case, even longer than that? “Oh dear, are you going to be okay?” Sandy asked, a bit concerned now. “We’ll be there before you know it...” “I hope so!” Every now and then Kat lifted her head a little and looked out of the window, obviously trying to see how far away from the destination she was. She was leaning forwards with her bum right on the edge of her seat with her hands on her knees rocking back and forth. Sure enough, the traffic was terrible, and it was 7:45 pm when the car ultimately reached its destination. Katrina held her bladder with her left hand and wiggled her butt a little. “OH yeah! I’m ready for my big release!” she chirped with excitement, looking out of the dark tinted window of her car. She had never felt her bladder this full ; obviously she was dying for a pee. She seemed a lot more fidgety and uncomfortable than she had been even just a few moments before; bouncing on her seat, wanting the car to stop so she could make a bee-line to the ladies. Sitting inside, she could see the massive crowd of people awaiting her, bright lights and all the glitter of stardom. This was what she had been working her entire life for. As her long BMW pulled up and stopped, she collected some grace in her demeanor and took a step out of the car onto the green carpet; meanwhile the fans went crazy shouting and howling her name. After all they had stood hours waiting for her and obviously there were paparazzi present at the venue too. She had to act normal, as if nothing was wrong. She couldn’t give out a clue that she was desperate to go to the restroom! Meanwhile an usher came to escort her. “This way ma'am..” he said as he guided her along. Katrina gently cupped her now quite visible bladder bulge and followed him till she reached the backstage area. “Where are the toilets?” she asked, but just as she did, she heard the host announce her name. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the one and only, Katrina Kaif!” a thunderous round of applause and cheering followed. This was her cue to make her entrance on stage, and normally there was no way she would have delayed it, but she absolutely had to use the restroom now. “Sandy, couldn’t you ask them to hold on for a moment? They didn’t give me any time to freshen up, I really need to use the loo,” she said. “Ma'am , you've already been announced, and they are waiting for you with a bouquet of flowers, it’s time to be on stage,” an event manager informed her. There was no escaping it now; she had to be on stage no matter what. She wanted to go to the bathroom so badly, but it looked like she would have to hold it a while longer. There was a repetitive chant of, “I have to go to the washroom ….. I have to go to the washroom,” inside her head as she stood there. Unwillingly Katrina climbed upon the stage slowly and carefully, making sure not to put any strain on her super-full bladder. The audience and media went berserk as they got the first glimpse of their favorite star, the paparazzi’s flashbulbs blinding her as they took their photographs. They were whistling and calling her name out to try to get her to look in their direction, as Katrina waved to her fans, received the bouquet of flowers humbly and went straight to occupy one of the seats on stage. She felt a drop of sweat running down her back; maybe her body was trying to get rid of the excess liquid. “Yes.. the more I sweat, the less I have to pee” she thought, but the cool breeze flowing through the open air event wasn’t helping and being seated, there was little to nothing she could do to help her body sweat more. She didn’t give a hoot about the ongoing event. Her entire thought process was focused on the fact that she needed to piss like a race horse. She sat there wiggling her body as unobtrusively as possible, trying to endure this unfavorable situation. “Now I call upon the ever-so-gorgeous Bollywood beauty Katrina Kaif to come and share her thoughts about the issue,” said the host. Unfortunately, Katrina didn’t remember what ‘issue’ the host was speaking of. She had entirely lost her presence of mind but she had to speak something or else what would the media and her beloved fans think of her? Katrina methodically and cautiously took small steps to the podium, trying her level best to keep her posture as gracious as possible, amidst the huge sound of claps and howls. Her bladder was full to the brim, and this made it impossible for her to even stand straight let alone walk. There she stood on the stage, with her bladder ready to explode with all the force of a nuclear bomb. She felt really uncomfortable standing in front of such a huge crowd and wanting to go to the toilet so badly. As she spoke through the mike, she rubbed her thighs together, uttering random phrases that were coming to her mouth, she wasn’t even able to think straight from needing to pee so badly. The audience couldn’t really understand what she was trying to say, but that didn’t seem to bother them in the least. Katrina didn’t have any idea what issue she was supposed to be talking about; all her focus and endurance was being burned up in the effort to stand still and hold her pee in. Suddenly she felt a sharp jolt in her bladder intensifying the pressure manifold. Knowing just how close she had come to wetting herself at that point, she almost buried her hand in her crotch but somehow resisted, realizing she was in full public view at the moment. “…..I thank you all once again,” she managed to say, before she went back to her seat. Kat was steeling herself to keep from running off the stage to use the nearest toilet available as it would have seemed to be rude and disrespectful. Instead, she waited patiently, nursing an aching bladder between her hips as the next speaker rose and made their way to the podium. She crossed her legs so tightly her posture almost looked unnatural, but anything that helped reduce the incredible strain on her sphincter was crucial. Losing control and wetting herself was not at all an option... what would her fans think if she were to have an accident in public, and at a charity function, no less? Her impeccable social image, the aura of a perfect dream life that a star carries around, all of that would be over for her. It was this thought that gave her the courage and stamina to hang on. Finally after 20 minutes of honorary award distribution, the event came to its end. Kat wasted no time in making her exit. She clasped her butt as soon as she got off the stage. The pressure she was experiencing on her pee hole was colossal, and the only thing on her mind was to get inside a toilet and take a wee. It didn’t even matter to her anymore if it was a personal toilet or a public one; all that mattered was gaining relief. “Lead me to the toilets, please…. I’ve got to drain my bladder,” Katrina asked Sandy, desperately shaking her thighs. “Ma'am, I am afraid there are no toilets here,” Sandy replied, avoiding any eye contact. As Katrina heard this, a wave of horror ran through her body. She almost lost control and wet herself then and there, but somehow barely managed to keep the desperate urge in check. “Are you fucking kidding me?” she whispered fiercely, making sure nobody else could listen to them as the bouncers made way through the crowd for her. “I am really sorry ma'am, but this event is being held at an open ground with no restroom facilities,” Sandy replied guiltily. For some reason, she almost felt as if it was her fault that Kat wasn’t getting an opportunity to relieve herself. She realized what Sandy had said was actually the truth; it was an open field. “Hey!, Are there any toilets around?” Katrina asked an event coordinator who happened to be nearby. “No, ma'am, there are no toilets around here.” he answered before continuing on his way in a rush. Sandy saw that Katrina’s bladder was now bulging out like a basketball. No wonder she was so desperate! Poor Kat was left speechless. She had been so sure that once she’d gotten off of the stage, she could finally take a long glorious piss, but it looked like she might have to push herself even more and hang on until she found a solution to the serious crisis she was dealing with. “Oh my God, what am I gonna do?” she asked herself. She was fidgeting now, really worried about when and where she was going to pee. When she was certain that there weren’t any toilets around, she made a decision that was quite risky. There was a major chance that she’d not be able to pull it off and would end up failing miserably and peeing her pants. The only way out of this suffering was to try to get home to use the toilet. There was absolutely no other option left. “Sandy, we are leaving right now!” she exclaimed, revealing the extent of her desperation. The thought of holding her pee till she reached home sent chills up and down her spine. She had already come really close to wetting her panties just now. The plan was to make a quick exit out of the event and head straight home. People were trying to talk to her but the bouncers were fending them off, so at least she didn’t have to worry about being mobbed. Kat saw Mrs. Chawla talking to some guests. It is a common courtesy to say goodbye to your host before you leave, so she went up straight to her. “Hello...” she greeted Mrs. Chawla as they both exchanged a kiss on their cheeks. “I am so glad you showed up my dear…” Mrs. Chawla stated, smiling as widely as possible. “Oh it’s nothing. It was a wonderful event, but I am surprised there aren’t any toilets around here?” Katrina said, bouncing on her knees not caring if it made her desperation obvious. She was not trying to keep up appearances now; she was just trying to keep from losing control and ending up with in a massive flood cascading down her pants. “Yes , I am sorry for that," Mrs. Chawla said distractedly. She seemed quite oblivious to Kat's state of advanced desperation as she took her by the hand and led her away from the door. "Come, let me introduce you to Mr. Singhania, he flew here from Dubai just to attend this event…” Katrina interacted with the guests unwillingly for a couple of minutes, all the while having to contain a vast quantity of liquid in her, and feeling more full than she had ever been in her whole life. She tried to concentrate, but it seemed like they all were just blabbering on and on. They had no idea that she was nursing a bladder which was ready to start overflowing with pee at any moment. At last, when Katrina could hardly manage to think of anything else except, “I want to pee! Oh God how I want to pee! " she said, “I think I’ll leave Mrs. Chawla, I must go home now,” making a hugging gesture, trying to bail out as fast as she could. “Oh dear, can’t you stay for a little while longer?” Mrs. Chawla asked, wanting her to stay, as she held Kat by her elbow. "So many of them have come just to see you, you know..." Katrina forced a smile on her face and said, “No I really have to go," before she added softly, "I can’t begin to tell you just how much I need to pee right now,” shaking her legs a little bit. “Looks like you’re really desperate for the loo! So sad, we couldn’t arrange restrooms at this place, then you could have stayed longer” Mrs. Chawla said, finally noticing the state poor Kat was in. “Well, never mind, I’ll see you again soon.” “Ya, b-bye!” Kat said and left as quickly as possible heading straight to the place where her car was waiting for her, completely ignoring any calls from her fans who were shouting her name loud enough to make the entire neighborhood echo. The walk to the car was sheer agony; each step felt like it would tear her bladder apart. For such a) slim girl she had a pretty big tank, but after all, every bladder has its limits. She waved to every gazing eye and quickly got inside the car. It was 8:30 pm by the time she made her departure. “Let’s go home quick” she ordered her driver, as she crossed her legs tightly, trying to take some pressure off of her pee hole. Katrina made the driver put up the partition screen so he couldn’t watch or listen to what was going on in the back seat. She definitely didn’t want him to witness her desperation, and it was also a precaution in case she finally lost control and wet her pants during the ride home. “Oh Sandy, it was such a long day,” she said breathing heavily, giving her crotch a couple of good squeezes as she looked out of the window. “Don’t worry, we’ll be home soon” Sandy replied encouragingly. Kat was happy to finally be rushing home to pee after an entire day of work. She only wished there was an even faster way to get there so she could end her dilemma. She undid the button and zipper of her jeans, which reduced a great deal of pressure from her bladder. She caressed her painfully swollen abdomen, “I drank like….like … so much water.. .and I’ve been holding it for so long…” she stated, squirming and wiggling her butt. She was extremely worried now about whether she’d be able to reach home in time or not. She was feeling a lot better with her zip undone, but later when she would get out of the car she was going to suffer in agony when she will need to do it up again, compressing her swollen bladder once more. She didn’t have any idea of what time it was, she didn’t care what day it was, she didn’t know where they were going, all she was concerned about was her need to pee which was driving her crazy. “I've really got to go…” she sighed. Each speed bump on the way made her bladder want to explode. She was vigorously rubbing her crossed thigh and knee with one hand and holding herself with the other. Her breathing had turned really heavy, signifying her extreme need to relieve herself. She was about to pee all over the car seat but was somehow managing to hold on. She wasn’t ready to let go of her perfect life model; she always used to think that a star’s life should be perfect, that nothing should happen against their desire, but here she was, holding her crotch. The moment she wet herself her perfect life would end, then and there. Somewhere at the back of her mind she just wanted to scream at the driver to pull over so she could pee by the side of the road, but that would have made a major NEWS headlines for tomorrow morning and she certainly didn’t want that. As the car neared a traffic signal that flashed red, she panicked, “Oh my god, we’re gonna stop.” The driver pressed on the brakes, and this sudden lurch was enough to make her lose control for a moment. She spurted a stream of wee into her panties, and a wet patch emerged on the crotch of her jeans before Katrina somehow managed to regain control of her sphincter and stem the flow immediately. “Oh my fucking god, it’s starting to come out…” her body was wracked by shivers, and she could feel that her chances of making it in time were fading away little by little. “I really should have used the toilet on the sets..” she gasped. "I don't think I can hold on much longer...I'm not going to make it." “Oh no, hang in there Kat” Sandy said, with a hint of support and sympathy in her tone. Katrina had fought a gallant battle against her body, but now it seemed like her control was slipping. Still, she was so close to her home now and her self-respect would not let her to give in to the situation. She wasn’t ready to succumb to her need and wet herself just yet; she would hold on until she couldn't any longer. As the car neared her apartment building, Katrina squeezed her crotch with all the strength left inside her. “Oh my god, I can see the fucking entrance, 17 floors…” she sighed. She said this to herself so that she could collect all her will and resolve to hold it back until she reached the toilet. The very moment, the car finally stopped, she literally jumped out of it without even trying to zip up her jeans. Any additional pressure would have been dangerous at this point. She had left a small patch of urine on the car seat but she didn’t notice it. Holding her rock hard bladder with one hand and covering the unbuttoned part of her jeans with the other, she took quick baby steps to the elevator, leaving Sandy behind in her haste. She didn’t care if anyone saw the wet patch on her crotch, at least it was better than completely wetting herself in public. After being seated all this while suddenly getting up and running was seemingly too taxing for her bladder, but Katrina somehow managed to control the urge to pee which was now almost overwhelming her. She was fatigued beyond words being subjected to such prolonged desperation, but she was just a few brief moments away from the explosive relief she craved. She couldn’t give up now! She hobbled across the empty hallway; no sign of a single person gave her the chance to grab her crotch again. She pressed the button to call for the elevator doors to open. When they did, she quickly got inside just as Sandy finally caught up to her. The elevator started ascending slowly, much too slowly. “Oh my god, no….” Katrina cried out with a look of horror on her face as another two second long stream of fresh, hot urine ran down her right leg, expanding the wet patch drastically along the way as it went. A few dribbles fell on the floor, making it evident that she was losing control of her bladder now. “Fuck, this is embarrassing..” she sighed, her confidence shattered a bit. What if the world knew that the ever-perfect star was not that perfect after all? Her entire body was trembling with the sheer pressure of needing to pee so much. She knew there was a hidden camera installed in the elevator, so a taking a leak there was not possible. That bit of video would be probably posted to the various social media sites and go viral before she even had a chance to get inside and change her clothes! This was the moment when Sandy actually felt sorry for the actress. She couldn’t stand watching Katrina in such a vulnerable state but there was no way she could help her out. Getting to the desired floor was taking a while and time went by slowly, almost seeming to stand still as Kat anxiously watched the lights indicating each floor it was passing. “When are we going to get there?!” Kat wailed, her face looking almost as if she was about to cry. “Hold on just a while more, we’ll be there any moment…” Sandy quoted. “I’ve never held my pee this long ever before…” Katrina breathed, as she blew air from her pursed lips, denoting the incredible amount of pressure she was battling to hold back the inevitable flood. She violently wiggled her legs as she kept pressing her hand into her wet crotch. Finally, the moment came when the lift finally stopped at the 17th floor. Katrina knew her maid must be at home so there was no bother looking for the keys to get in. She held her breath with all her might as the elevator opened. She was sure that if she relaxed her body for even a moment she would loose control of her bladder. With her body significantly bent forward she took tiny steps to the door of her apartment and rang the bell, but there was no sound of anyone coming to open it. Instead, Kat could hear the sound of a loud vacuum cleaner, and the blaring of Indian pop music from the radio on the other side of the door. “Oh my God, she’s not answering the door” she said as she doubled over in agony, legs tightly crossed and grabbing her crotch with her left hand all this while. Luckily there was no one around to witness her predicament. Every single second seemed like an eternity to her, since she was holding so much back. After waiting for about ten seconds, Katrina rang the bell again, this time almost continuously pressing the buzzer. “Open the door quick… I have to go to the toilet!” she yelled as she banged on the door multiple times, 20 times in a row in fact, hoping that the maid would hear it over the sound of the radio and vacuum cleaner . She took sparse breaths; she was trying to keep her body as stiff and taut as possible. At this point any muscle relaxation would have been dangerous. She took out her phone from her jeans pocket and called her maid now. Sandy saw her hands shaking as she did this. “Pick up the call, pick up the call,” Kat chanted to herself as she heard the phone ringing. As she stood there, Katrina’s legs were trembling, her wee was right on the edge of shooting out uncontrollably and this time she was sure she wouldn’t be able to stop it. The maid wasn’t answering the call. She probably couldn't hear anything above the sound of the vacuum cleaner and the music. Kat had thought of using the toilet right at the moment she got home, but it seemed like it wasn’t her day, and the denial of her anticipated release only made things worse. She had wanted to go to the toilet for almost eight hours now... how much longer would she have to wait to gain the relief she had needed so desperately all this while? She tried to ring her for a last time. “Hello?” the maid finally answered. “Can’t you hear that I’ve been ringing the doorbell for so long?” Kat yelled through the phone, hopping from foot to foot. “Sorry ma'am! I was using the vacuum, I didn’t hear anything,” the maid replied, as she hurriedly walked towards the door to open it. “ I’ve to go to the toilet, open the door quick!’ Kat cried, with a look of utmost distress and agony on her face. “Just a moment ma'am..” the maid replied as she disconnected the call, dreading the fact that, how angry her boss would be once she let her in. Kat again rang the doorbell several times in frustration and pain, the maid finally opened the door. “Where the fuck have you been?!” Katrina shouted. She made a mad dash for the toilet, but had to stop suddenly, grabbing her crotch real hard as once again a one second long forceful spurt of urine escaped into her panties, widening the already huge wet patch on the crotch of her jeans and the right leg. This made her hold her breath even harder and make her muscles more stiff as she stood there leaning against the wall with one hand and grabbing her crotch with the other as she tried to regain a little control. “Oh no.., just a few more steps…” she cried out. Relief was now so close, yet still agonizingly far away. Each step increased the extreme pain in her bladder and made her feel each drop of the vast quantity of pee she had been bottling in for so long now. As she finally reached the toilet she opened the door quicker than she had opened any door in her entire life. She didn’t bother to lock it, although she pushed it a little to make the door slide close. Katrina could not even wait until she was fully seated on the toilet; the instant her panties were down and her legs just starting to bend her pee came blasting out like a fire-hose jetting all over and she dropped on the seat completely tired from holding it for so long. “Aaaaaah…!” she sighed in relief, closing her eyes as she face upwards. “Oh, thank goodness!” she breathed as she relaxed her aching bladder muscles completely and let her pee pour out. Then, “Oh the pressure!” She would have never have believed she was capable of peeing with such force. She had always been a steady stream girl, even when absolutely desperate, but this was the biggest blast of wee she had ever managed. Her shoulders sagged in exhaustion. Her thoughts and sight were blurred by the relief she was feeling. Her eyeballs rolled back in utter bliss of finally being able to empty her bursting bladder. The feeling of relief was sheer ecstasy to her, and she felt a euphoric shiver run across her body. The stream coming out of her hole was so thick and strong that it felt like it would make a hole in the porcelain. “Huff…” she breathed heavily, enjoying the wonderful sensation of her urine as it continued gushing out of her bladder ferociously. It was uncanny that even after spurting so much piss for so long she still had a copious amount inside of her. There was a never-ending stream of pee rushing out of her now. Both Sandy and the maid could clearly hear the sound of a torrent of pee falling into the toilet bowl, and Sandy imagined the immense relief now flowing through Katrina's body. “It feels so good to finally release it!” Kat thought. After about a minute and a half of strong flow her stream slowed a bit, then became intermittent. Each spurt of urine that came out of her body gave her unbelievable satisfaction. She gave a couple of more thick short blasts and came to the conclusion that she was done peeing. Her bladder was finally empty, although it still hurt and felt extremely stretched. “Phew… that was a lot!” she said to herself with a smile running across her face. Oh, that feeling of a deflated bladder was beyond words. She stood up and regained her composure. This was undoubtedly the most important pee of her life and the longest one too. She was lucky there hadn’t been any unusually heavy Mumbai traffic that day, or God knows what would have happened. She pulled her wet jeans and panties back on, and it was only then that she realized just how big the wet patch actually was. It ran from her crotch all the way down to the ankle of the right leg of her jeans. “It seems I really needed to pee after all.. ” she said to herself, massaging her abdomen. As she came out of the toilet, she saw Sandy and her maid waiting for her in the dining room. They both saw the huge wet patch on her jeans but kept quiet, not wanting to embarrass their boss any further. “I want no one to know about this, understood?” she ordered. “And, Sandy, you tell the producer to get me a replacement vanity by tomorrow or I'm done with the shoot for that movie!” “Yes ma’am!” they said meekly in unison as they watched the star walk into her room and slam the door behind her. When she was out of sight behind the closed door however, Kat couldn't help smiling at the memory of her desperate day, and wondering if and when it might happen again…… soon.

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