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  1. Love ur amazing stories 

  2. Yo man, I feel a bit stupid for never realizing that the deviart guy I was always following is that I felt sorry for having stopped publishing history actually was here on Omo.org

    I'm just here to thank for these wonderful stories, I have several favorites but all of them are nice (although I have some favoritism by Policewomam Piss, Aunt Linda and tomboy girlfriend ..... possibly some others also that I do not remember now ) thanks for It.

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    Emily Gets A Date

    Thanks for all the nice words! I'm glad you all liked this one! Yes, like FullBladder85 said, there are a few of the more recent stories that I only posted on the Holding It board. Fingers crossed that the board comes back, but of course I have no idea whether it will or not at this point. Probably I'll get around to posting those stories on here or on Deviantart or somewhere ?
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    Emily Gets A Date

    Hello all! So with the Holding It board currently down (permanently? Who knows...), I figured I'd post my latest story on here! Of course, it features long hold times and big bladders, so hopefully it will be enjoyed by those who really like those sorts of things! Emily Gets a Date By Holditin “Oh, fine, Sara, fine. If you insist…..yes, yes. But I want you to know that I’m only doing this for you, not for me! And only because you’re pestering me about it so much,” Emily talked into the phone good-naturedly, with her best friend Sara on the other end of the line. “You’ll like him, I promise, Em! Really, just give him a chance!” Sara pleaded, even though her case was already won. “You’ve promised that about the last few as well, Sara. Don’t think I don’t remember! But like I said, just find out when he’s free and we can make some plans…at least I won’t have to pay for my dinner one night, right?” Emily retorted, again with a smile on her face. Sara agreed and they ended the call, and Emily went to her sitting room to put her feet up and try and relax. Here she was, 32 years of age, single and with no prospects of changing that, save the men that Sara was constantly digging up to try and set her up with. Sara, perfect Sara, who had the body that Emily didn’t have, who always had the men chasing after her, who always knew just what to say. Not that Emily minded, not really, because she wasn’t the best at conversation, and she could care less about the latest pop culture and sports and things that most men seemed to be into these days, but she couldn’t deny that she was lonely. Sitting for another evening, cooped up by herself in her cramped one bedroom apartment, she was definitely lonely, and Sara was always doing her best to drag Emily out of her comfort zone. Emily both appreciated it and hated Sara for it, sometimes all at once. But when Sara started going on and on about her new coworker Dale and how he would be perfect for Emily, well….Emily wasn’t really in a position to say no. She’d already turned down the last 4 or 5 guys that Sara had attempted to put her on a date with. Eventually the date was set up, with Sara acting as an intermediary, because as Emily put it, “How am I supposed to talk on the phone with someone I’ve never met?? What would I possibly say??” “How about ‘Hi, I’m Emily. How are you?’” Sara suggested with a laugh, but Emily was having none of it, so Sara had agreed to speak with Dale to set up a time. At least Sara had no problems with Emily’s schedule to work around, because as usual, Emily’s weekend schedule did not consist of much. So on a cold, dreary Friday morning, Emily awoke with the knowledge that she’d be meeting Sara’s latest muse that night for dinner. She got up, used the toilet, and dressed herself for work. All throughout the work day Emily couldn’t concentrate, as her nerves were getting the better of her. ‘What if he doesn’t like me? How could he possibly like me? What if he expects me to look like Sara and then sees….me? Maybe I should call the whole thing off… No, I can’t do that to Sara, but goodness, why must she keep putting me in such predicaments…’ The thoughts went on and on through Emily’s head. Truth be told, while Emily was not up to Sara’s perfect 10 standard of beauty, she was not the ugly broad she made herself out to be. Sure, she wasn’t as fit as she could be, but she certainly was not a large lady. She was just blessed with well-proportioned hips and a flatter chest, as opposed to Sara’s amazing hourglass figure. The fact that Emily did not dress to appear sexy also did not help her cause with the opposite sex, as she came off much more “librarian” than “single and ready to mingle”. Finally Emily returned home from work, with little time to spare before her date. With haste, she changed into her normal post-work attire, which was certainly for prioritizing comfort over looks. Emily checked herself over in the mirror, and was just about to walk out the door, when a voice spoke out in her head and shrewdly convinced her that perhaps, just once, she should put in some effort and try to dress a little bit cuter. She still wasn’t about to be provocative, but Emily hurriedly changed from her frumpy clothing into a nice yellow sundress, which managed to show the slightest hint of chest. ‘At least now I can tell Sara I tried…’ Emily told herself to ease her conscience. Emily got into her car (a VW Bug that Emily thought was just the cutest thing), and 15 minutes later she was pulling into the parking lot of the steakhouse that Sara had arranged for her to meet Dale at. Emily exited her car, took a sharp breath, considered getting right back in the car, and then threw her head back and decided she had no choice. Walking with small steps, she stepped out of her comfort zone and into the restaurant. Emily scanned the tables and did not see any that were occupied by just a single person. ‘Everyone here already has someone…’ she thought, not exactly liking her brain pointing out something like this at the moment. It was one thing to feel lonely at home, but quite another to do so in public. A hostess appeared and Emily told her that she was just waiting for someone, and went back to the seating near the front doors. There were already a few families taking up most of the available space, their young children running around like wild animals, so Emily took the first free seat she saw, right next to a balding gentleman who appeared to be at the same time content and yet on edge. “Pardon me,” Emily said as her purse made contact with his leg, “I’m just waiting for someone…” The man looked up briefly, “Oh, that’s ok. It seems I’m in the same boat!” And so they sat, closer together than they would have liked, and certainly closer than Emily felt comfortable with, but the little monsters darting to and fro made sure to take up every bit of space they could. After five minutes, Emily glanced at her watch, and after another five, she did it again. This second time, Emily noticed her seatmate flick his eyes in her direction. There was some sweat visible on the back of his neck, and it was beginning to stain the collar of his blue button up shirt. He was dressed rather nicely, between the buttoned shirt and the finely pressed khaki pants, and to Emily he gave off the impression of someone who didn’t dress this way often. Why, those khakis looked like they hadn’t been worn more than a dozen times since they left the store. Perhaps… Just as Emily’s mind started to work things out, the man peered furtively once more, then turned to face her and said, “You know, I’m sorry, I may be making a big fool out of myself, but your name isn’t Emily, is it? I’ve got this colleague at work who’s been dying to set me up on a date, but I don’t get out that much. But it seems that whoever you’re waiting for hasn’t shown up yet…” Emily stuttered briefly, but then asked the man, “Are you Dale?”, to which he nodded the affirmative. Emily began to laugh, “Well, Dale, fancy meeting you right here in the lobby after all! What a good first impression this must be!” Dale started a nervous laugh of his own, “Oh, that’s quite alright. Imagine if we’d just been sitting here all night, waiting for our date to arrive before going home when the place closed! That would have been something to remember, but probably not in a good way!” Emily arose and scurried out from the waiting area, leaving the loudmouthed children and their uncaring parents behind, and motioned for Dale to follow, “Come on, then, let’s at least get a table! While those kids can certainly cover up some awkward silences when we run out of conversation, I’d still rather sit and eat while we get to know each other.” Dale agreed and followed Emily back to the hostess, who led them to a table in the far corner of the steakhouse. They ate and talked, and when they had each had their fill of food, the two talked some more. There were silences, there were moments when neither knew what to say, but overall Emily found herself having a good time. Dale was perhaps a little too earnest, but she could tell that he meant well, and he seemed to genuinely enjoy her company. ‘That’d be a first!’ Emily thought to herself ruefully, but this evening her blossoming good mood could not be ruined even by her cynical nature. The two had taken to just requesting refills on their beverages to have an excuse to stay at the table without their waitress threatening to ask them to leave, as the steakhouse was still crowded even as afternoon turned to evening, and after their second refill had been delivered, Dale slid out of the booth and told her, with just the slightest amount of red on his face, “Well, dear, I’m afraid I have to hit the john before I can continue our lovely conversation. Would you like me to show you the location of the ladies’ room as well? I’ve been to this place before and they keep the bathrooms hidden away back near the kitchen…” Emily waved him along, “Oh no, Dale, you go right ahead! I’m just fine yet.” Dale nodded and continued to the bathroom to relieve his full bladder, and a few minutes later he returned and they picked up right where they had left off. They chatted another hour and as their conversation was finally beginning to wind down, Dale gestured to Emily’s now-empty glass and asked, “Are you quite sure you don’t want me to show you to the ladies’ room before we depart? You don’t have to be shy about it – I’d hate for you to get caught short on the way home.” Emily smiled and shook her head, “Oh Dale, thank you, it’s nice to be with a gentleman for a change, but I’m alright.” At this, Dale whistled in amazement and noted playfully, “That’s impressive – I wish I had your bladder! I thought women couldn’t hold it as well as men, but I guess you’re the exception!” When the words left his mouth, Dale had a mildly embarrassed look on his face, like perhaps he’d taken this line of conversation too far, but Emily began to giggle, and she exclaimed, “Sara is always telling me the same thing! What a lark she is. She’s got every girl’s perfect figure, but when we’re out drinking she’ll have to pop away after every drink, and she’ll say ‘I would trade my curves for your bladder any day!’” Dale nodded in response, and soon after they took their leave, and Emily noticed that he was once again sweating like he was when he was first waiting for her. They stood by the front entrance of the steakhouse for a few more minutes, still enjoying their conversation, before Dale finally asked if Emily would like to see him again. Emily thought for only a moment and then replied, “You know what, I actually really would like to see you again, Dale. I try to tell Sara I’m not the dating type, and she keeps trying to set me up with men, but this is the first time I’ve really enjoyed myself on one of these dates.” Dale’s face brightened immediately, and he asked, “So I’ll call you and we can set something up?” Emily nodded, “I think I’d like that.” With that, they shared a hesitant hug and departed. When Emily returned home that night, she couldn’t help but notice that she was carrying slightly more energy than normal. It was an energy that she couldn’t place, but it was simmering underneath her calm exterior. She found it difficult to concentrate, and after a long while she came to the conclusion that she really did like Dale very much. ‘He’s good company, he’s a handsome guy, and he’s…..nice. He’s quite, quite nice.’ Emily thought to herself as she readied for bed. As she fell asleep, Emily had more hope for her dating life than she’d had in the last few years combined. The next day, Emily was still buzzing with energy. She’d decided that Dale was a great fellow, and after a full night of sleep she seemed to like him even more than she had the previous day. She was also desperate for him to call to set up their next date, her heart fluttering about like she was a teenager again. ‘Hmmm…but how long is appropriate to wait before calling after a first date? I hope he doesn’t dawdle long!’ Emily thought to herself. Thankfully, it seemed that Dale was of a similar mind, because that afternoon Emily’s cell phone rang and she was pleasantly surprised to see Dale’s name come up. “Hello Emily, I hope this isn’t too soon,” Dale began with a hitch, but Emily quickly assured him, “Oh no, really it’s fine! I’ve been thinking of you a lot and I was hoping you would call sooner rather than later!” Dale breathed an audible sigh of relief and when he began speaking again, Emily could tell that he was much calmer. Before long, they had set up their second date for the following weekend, and after they hung up the phone, Emily grumbled to herself good-naturedly about having to wait an entire week before seeing Dale again. “I should have told him to meet me today!” she said with a frustrated laugh. The next week dragged on like no other, but after what seemed like much more than a mere seven days, the weekend was finally upon them, and Dale and Emily could see each other once more. They had agreed on a trip to the zoo for their second date, and Emily found that the night before, she was so excited that she couldn’t get to sleep. Finally she dozed off, well later than she intended, with the result that she slept right through her alarm in the morning. Emily woke up to the sun, already high in the sky, streaming through her window and hitting her in the face. Tiredly, she checked her phone, then snapped up and checked it once more. 10:30! She had agreed to meet Dale at the zoo at 11! Emily couldn’t bear the thought of being late, and so she scampered about, dressing in a new cami and some capris. She tugged on her sneakers and glanced at the clock again. There was no time to spare, so Emily quickly pinned up her hair and put a ball cap over it. She walked right passed her bathroom, despite the fact that she was in such a rush that she hadn’t even had a morning pee. But Emily had peed before bed around midnight, and in any case, she knew that her bladder was much too large to be troubled by one night’s accumulation of urine, so she headed out the door and sped off. Emily arrived at the zoo at 11:10, cursed at her watch for not showing her the time she wanted to see, and briskly parked her car and began walking towards the entrance area. After a few minutes, she found Dale craning his neck amongst the crowded gates, and they exchanged a brief hug before buying their tickets and entering. Dale had wanted to pay for Emily’s ticket, but Emily would have none of it and insisted they split things 50/50. “You’re a rare lady, Em, you know that?” Dale said when she put down her money for the ticket, and Emily had decided that this was a fine compliment, indeed. She made a mental note to remind herself to thank Sara profusely for setting her up with such a thoughtful man. The two began walking down one of the many pathways, chit-chatting about this and that, and Emily told Dale brightly, “You know, I was really looking forward to this, and I’m so sorry I was a bit late! I didn’t mean to be!” Dale shook his head and rubbed her back, “It’s really no problem, Emily. I don’t mind waiting a little bit if it means I get to have such good company for the rest of the day!” Emily appreciated that, but she still wanted to get her point across, “Oh, I really did try though, Dale! I just couldn’t sleep last night – I guess I was more excited to see you again than I thought. But when I missed my alarm this morning, I got right up. All I did was throw on this outfit and drive straight here. I didn’t even use the toilet this morning, or have any breakfast! Speaking of which…could we stop by one of the food vendors, do you think? I really am much hungrier than I thought!” Dale was quick to reply, “Of course, Emily, why didn’t you say so? We’ll stop by the bathrooms as well. I was up early and it’s been a few hours for me, so I definitely need to take a leak, but I’m sure you must be downright uncomfortable if you didn’t even go this morning!” Emily shrugged, “Oh, that’s very kind of you, but I think just the food will do for me. I really don’t have to go for a pee, but I’ll happily stop at the bathrooms if you need!” Dale shook his head, “You know, I really need to listen to you when you tell me things! You told me you could hold it when we had dinner last week, but to wait when you haven’t even gone in the morning – why, I don’t know how you do it! I feel pretty weak by comparison!” Emily smiled at him, “Don’t worry about that, Dale. I don’t mind a bit. I’ve just got a large tank down there, and it takes its sweet time filling up.” The two lovebirds found one of the zoo’s many restroom facilities, and true to her word, Emily waited outside while Dale went to the men’s room to relieve himself. Then they found a nice shop to get lunch at, and Emily couldn’t resist sucking down a large lemonade with her meal. As they finished, Dale suggested getting some waters to have while they walked, as the day was getting fairly hot, and Emily agreed without hesitation. And so they walked, and drank, and marveled at the animals, and drank some more, and Dale had his hand on Emily’s back, which Emily found to be just delightful. Despite her frigid exterior from the last some odd years of failed dates, Emily was realizing that she desperately wanted to make Dale happy. She was falling for him hard. As it became early afternoon, Dale watched as Emily took the last sip from her second water bottle and deposited the empty plastic into a nearby trash can. Dale had only finished one bottle, and he said with a bit of amazement in his voice, “I see you’re really putting away the fluids! That’s good on such a hot day, but are you quite sure you wouldn’t like to stop at the women’s room? You haven’t emptied out for a very long time!” Again, as was becoming the norm, Emily waved him off, “No, I’m alright. I’m having such a nice time that I wouldn’t want to waste a minute on a bathroom stop, and in any case I really don’t have to go very badly.” “That’s incredible – forgive me for bringing it up, but you’ve had much more to drink than me, and you haven’t taken a single trip to the toilet since last night! All of the women I’ve been with in the past have had very poor bladder control, but it seems you put them all to shame! I don’t know how you do it…” Dale exclaimed wistfully. He was learning that Emily was very open when it came to discussing her urinary habits, and this was no exception, as Emily replied, “Oh I don’t mind talking about it a bit – I’ll talk about whatever you like. Yes, I really have a quite strong bladder, and it will hold a lot before it complains. And even if it does, it’s still no trouble for me to go on waiting.” Dale could only nod and tell her, “Well gosh, you really are something special, Emily. So I’ll stop asking, but you just let me know when you’d like me to start looking for the nearest bathrooms for you.” “I appreciate it, Dale, but I don’t think you’ll have to do that. My bladder is very capable of waiting,” Emily told him with a certain confidence in her voice. It seemed that Dale was bringing out a side of Emily that was usually kept far under wraps, as it was unlike her to be so brazen and so point blank about something, especially something as private as her peeing habits, and especially in front of a man. They spent the rest of the day enjoying each other’s company at the zoo, and true to her word, Emily did not ask Dale to help her find a bathroom, despite another large drink with their dinner, and some more water on top of that throughout the day. Dale, for his part, had stopped multiple times in the afternoon to relieve himself, but he also kept his word and did not offer Emily to accompany him at any point. But as they were getting ready to leave the zoo before closing, Dale couldn’t help but draw Emily off to the side of the path and speak with her, “Erm, Emily, you know, I’ve enjoyed these last couple of meetings with you more than you know, and I really do not want you to be off put, but I would be remiss if I didn’t mention something to you.” Dale said, and Emily noticed that his nervous sweat had returned. “Oh Dale, what is it? Have I done something wrong? You can tell me whatever you’d like, you know.” Emily responded with a slight worry. “Oh, no, you’ve done nothing wrong. In fact, this is more about something you…..haven’t….done. If I may make an observation, we’ve been out all day, and you haven’t stopped to use the toilets even one time. If you really haven’t gone since last night, then by my count it’s been somewhere around 20 hours since you’ve had a wee. Do you still not need to go?” Dale asked with a certain incredulousness. Emily furrowed her brow, “Well, I mean I definitely could go if I wanted to – there’s some pressure down there, like you said, as anyone who hasn’t relieved their bladder in 20 hours would feel, but it’s completely manageable. I’d ask you if I wanted to stop, but right now it’s not a problem in the slightest to keep holding it in. But why do you bring it up? You don’t seem at ease about it, Dale.” Dale gulped, took a long pause, and finally continued, “Emily, well, I bring it up because…..I’m absolutely fascinated. I’ve never known someone, male or female, who could wait half as long as you without needing a toilet visit, and I find your strong bladder to be….rather exciting, if I may be so bold. I know that may sound crazy, but I….I’m finding that I enjoy it when you, you know, don’t go.” Dale waited for his new girlfriend to begin shouting “Pervert!” at him, but to his utmost surprise, this did not happen. Emily was regarding him with a quizzical expression, and finally she replied, “Let me make sure I have this right. Dale, I know this may be embarrassing to admit, especially since we’re in public, so you can just whisper it. But do you mean that you’re…turned on…by my lack of visits to the women’s room?” Dale immediately went on the defense, “No, Emily, please, it’s not like that…..I mean, you mustn’t think….I wouldn’t want to offend…..” The poor man was grasping desperately for words and finding none, unable to string together a complete sentence in his haste, and Emily eventually cut him off, “Dale, I don’t mind at all. You’ve said that I’m not like other women, and I think that’s true. I don’t mind talking about my bladder capacity – I mean, I’ve known that it was large, nearly abnormal, since I was a little girl, and it’s only natural to have some curiosity about it. I was curious about it too growing up. I can’t say it affects me in exactly the same way that it seems to have done to you…but if it pleases you and excites you even half as much as you’re letting on, then I’ll take pride in waiting even longer for you. I want to be a good girlfriend for you, Dale, and whatever that entails, I’ll do. So if that means going without a restroom while we’re together, it’s easy for my bladder to accommodate that. You can trust me, I’m happy to do it for you!” Emily made sure to look Dale right in the eyes as she gave her speech, and when she was finished, Dale continued to stare at her for about half a minute, not speaking, as if he had seen a ghost. Then his visage softened and Emily noted that he looked almost giddy underneath the smile that he was desperately trying to hide, and he told her, “You’re an incredible girl, Em. And….if I am going to be as honest as I can….what you suggest would make me a happy man, indeed.” Emily smiled with relief as well, “I’m glad that’s settled! Now come on, let’s get out of here before they kick us out!” She gestured to the zoo’s security guards, as by now the two of them were nearly the last ones left in the entire park. Without another word, they clasped hands and walked through the gates, their relationship now closer than it had ever been before. Over the next two months, Emily had gone out of her way to pursue Dale’s unique little kink for his pleasure. She would make sure not to take a precautionary pee before their dates, and would always make sure to drink more than normal, all the while teasing him about how her bladder could still wait longer, even though it had been so long already. She quite enjoyed the power trip it gave her to be able to come across like Superwoman to Dale, with her giant bladder always seeming to have more and more capacity to hold greater amounts of urine. To Emily’s surprise, they had even begun to have sex with each other – a feat that Emily couldn’t recall actually wanting to partake in since her hormone-fueled high school years. The discomfort of Dale’s member thrusting into her sex and hitting her filling bladder was something that she was more than willing to bear, since he liked it so much, and Emily could not deny that the pain did lead to a certain amount of pleasure in a masochistic way as well. One day, as the two of them were laying on Dale’s bed together in post-coital bliss, Emily developed a curiosity of her own. “Show me what type of porn you like to watch. What sort of things do you have on your computer?” she turned and asked Dale, her hand rubbing his chest and sneaking lower every so often. Dale, to her surprise, turned red and did not immediately take her up on this offer. Emily decided to tickle him a little, “Oh, come on honey, I’m sure there’s nothing embarrassing on there. I already know you like pee! Trust me, I’m a pretty open-minded gal, especially for you. Whatever you’ve got, I won’t judge you, I just want to see it!” With a good degree of hesitation, Dale agreed, and he brought his laptop over to the bed. Emily began to play with Dale’s rapidly expanding penis while he clicked into a few different folders. They watched a couple of tame videos of girls peeing into toilets, but Emily was getting a growing tingle in her nether regions and pressed, “Show me something dirtier, dear. Something a little more extreme. I can handle it!” Dale gulped audibly, but Emily stroked her hand around her boyfriend’s cheek and under his chin, and eventually convinced him that she was serious. With shaking hands, Dale clicked into a new folder, and another video popped up onto the screen. It showed two women lying on a bed together, but they were connected with some type of tubing via their vaginas. Before Emily could totally wrap her head around what was taking place, one of the women seemed to relax, and then there was a flow of yellow liquid through the tubing, and as the flow went on, Emily noted that the abdomen of the second woman was actually expanding. “Is she…peeing into the other girl?” Emily asked Dale, placing her head on his chest. “Yes….they have a catheter hooked up to each other…” Dale replied breathlessly. He was trying not to appear as embarrassed as he was, but Emily noticed his worry and began to stroke his penis in an effort to calm his nerves. “So would you….would you like me to do this? Get filled up with a catheter?” Emily asked. Dale didn’t answer, but his erection had become rock hard, so Emily knew she was on to something. Suddenly an idea came to her mind. She didn’t know where it came from, because she was normally very inquisitive about kinks, but didn’t have any herself. “I have an idea. Tell me if this is too crazy, but it just popped into my head! Maybe you will like it. What if you…peed into me? Would you like that? I’m sure my bladder is big enough to handle the extra load, in any case, so it won’t bother me any if you’d like to try it.” Emily spoke the words, but again she didn’t get a verbal reply from Dale. What she did get was a rapid increase in breath, and just as she finished her last sentence, Dale groaned loudly and suddenly cum was roping out of his penis, shooting high over the laptop and hitting Emily in the face and chest. Emily was shocked, as Dale had just cum during sex a mere 20 minutes prior, and yet it seemed his load was much more voluminous this time around. Many girls would have been disgusted, or at least unhappy, to be on the receiving end of so much semen without warning, but Emily felt a certain glee in having pleasured her partner so well. Before he could object, Emily told him with playful authoritativeness, “Well, honey, I’ll take that as a yes!”, and she pulled his laptop over to her naked lap and began doing searches for catheter equipment to order. A week later, everything had arrived (Emily had insisted on the fastest shipping option). Emily was at Dale’s doorstep 15 minutes after her work day ended, as she was extremely eager to try this new type of experimentation with her beau. Dale was almost shivering as he greeted her, such was his excitement. “You’re sure you want to try this?” Dale asked her, and Emily reassured him quickly that she was. And so without further ado, they stripped out of their clothing and entered Dale’s bathroom, just in case they didn’t get things quite right and had a mess on their hands. Emily noticed that Dale was dancing around a little as he unpackaged the catheter, and when Emily inquired, Dale admitted that he had drank quite a bit over the second half of the day in order to assure that he was ready and didn’t suffer stage fright when the critical moment came. “I hope that’s ok, and that it’s not too much for you…” Dale said worryingly, but Emily was again almost instantaneous with her reassurance, “I haven’t gone all day, so I feel something in there, but I’m sure it will be no problem! You know my bladder can handle a good deal of urine without complaint!” And so they began the process of inserting the double ended catheter into themselves, and quickly discovered that this was a much more difficult task than Dale’s videos had made them assume. Both of them were struggling, and Dale was letting out some grunts from trying to concentrate on the catheter while still containing his bursting bladder. Then they made eye contact, both of them desperately jamming the tubing at their genitals, and both began to erupt with laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation. They shared a hug, and Emily gave Dale’s manhood a playful fondle, and after a brief respite they began the process anew. Now that the tension was out of the air, things progressed at a better pace, and soon enough they had a handle on things and were connected from peehole to peehole via the double ended catheter. “Ok…..are you ready?” Dale asked, his voice shaking from anticipation now more than nervousness. “Yes, honey, go ahead! It looks like you really need the release!” Emily commented, thrusting her pelvis out slightly to receive the influx of urine. Dale breathed deeply and slowly relaxed, and before half a minute had expired his urine began to flow out of him, through the catheter’s tubing, and into Emily’s spacious bladder. “Hah, what a strange sensation!” Emily commented, almost as if she was talking about the weather. “I…I would stop, but I don’t think I can control it anymore dear…” Dale said with concern, but Emily replied sweetly, “Oh Dale, that’s nonsense, you go on ahead and empty out all the way. This is fun, and if you’re enjoying it then I’m happy to fill myself up for you…..not that this is even close to filling me up, mind you.” After a further 30 seconds, Dale’s stream came to a halt, and he sighed with the relief he now felt in his abdomen. Emily looked none the worse for wear, and when Dale asked her, she confirmed, “I’m feeling just fine, dear. Sure, there’s a little more urine in me than there was five minutes ago, but that’s what a big bladder is for, isn’t it? I can go right on holding, and I think I will!” The two managed to remove themselves from the catheter without any pain or problems, and then they dressed again (after another quick fondle of Dale’s penis from Emily, to which Dale responded with a grab of her ass cheek), and went out to a restaurant for dinner. To Dale’s amazement, Emily still lasted the entire evening without a hint of complaint or urgency, even with the extra load her capacious bladder was now containing. As they went their separate ways for the night, Emily even agreed, unprompted, to repeat the act as much as Dale would like, causing him to nearly combust from withheld excitement. Over the following weeks, the two slowly fell into a routine – when they were together, Dale would avoid the toilet and instead urinate with the catheter into Emily’s bladder, and Emily would dutifully avoid the toilet altogether. Still, Emily did not have a problem with the arrangement, holding tight at all times and not fidgeting or showing signs of bladder pain, and she would again give credit to her enormous bladder capacity when Dale would ask. One day, Dale showed her an invitation that had come in the mail. One of his nieces, Courtney, was getting married, and they were cordially invited to attend. The wedding was taking place the following Sunday in a countryside area 3 hours out of town, so the couple decided to go down Friday night and have a nice trip out of it. They had also agreed that it would be a perfect opportunity to take their catheter games to the next level. The plan was to see if Emily could last from Friday evening until they returned from the wedding late on Sunday without needing to urinate, while taking all of Dale’s pee directly into her bladder the entire time. Emily was so confident that she could complete the task that she didn’t even want to pee before leaving, having relieved herself in the morning prior to work, but Dale insisted, saying “You never know what might happen. We can surely push further in the future if this is still doable for you.” Emily appreciated that Dale still valued her comfort above his fetish, and so she used the toilet at 6 pm at her own flat, then drove to meet Dale at his home, and soon after they departed for their hotel, stopping only to get dinner on the way. Dale relieved himself into Emily once that night, before bed, and when they woke up in the morning, Dale took his morning pee via catheter into Emily’s strong bladder as well. Despite having a few glasses of tea and lemonade at dinner, and a cup of coffee from the coffee maker in their furnished hotel room, Emily professed to Dale that she felt no real need to urinate as of yet. “And don’t worry, even when I want to go, I’ll just hold it!” Emily told him brightly. She’d found over the past few weeks that she was really enjoying this peculiar game that Dale had fantasized about for so long. Not to mention the side effect of watching Dale swoon every time more urine was deposited into her reservoir. They had some breakfast, washed down with more coffee, and they were just lounging around the hotel when more of the wedding guests started arriving. Suddenly, they heard a bit of commotion at the front desk, and Dale noted, “I think I know those voices. Come on, let’s see if we can help out.” They walked from the lobby to the front desk and Dale whispered to Emily that he did in fact know the two statuesque blondes who were arguing with the receptionist about their rooms. Emily was surprised, as the girls appeared to be no more than 20 years of age each, and she wondered how Dale knew these two. She assumed they were family, but then Dale let her know that “these are friends of Courtney. I always used to see the three of them playing around the house when I would visit my sister.” The taller, thinner blonde turned abruptly from her argument as Dale got closer, and she exclaimed happily, “Oh, Dale, hello there! I didn’t think I’d get to see you before tomorrow!” The shorter, bustier blonde also greeted him and both girls gave him a quick hug before turning back to the receptionist. It seemed that their hotel room had been double booked, and there was nothing the receptionist could do short of offering a partial refund. The girls made it clear that this was unacceptable, as they needed to stay here in order to be ready to be in the wedding party on the following day. The taller girl finally stamped her feet angrily, but then an idea crept onto her face and she turned back to Dale, “Dale, as I’m sure you’ve heard, and probably everyone else in this bloody lobby has heard as well, we no longer have a hotel room. Do you think we could maybe, possibly stay in your room with you and…” “Emily,” Emily said, offering my hand. The girl shook it briefly and finished, “with you and Emily! It would just be for the one night and we’ll try not to disturb you.” Dale glanced at Emily, but she shrugged without thinking and said it wouldn’t be a problem, so Dale nodded and the two girls jumped for joy. The four began talking as they made their way to the elevators, and Emily quickly realized that these college-aged girls….well…they talked like college-aged girls. Thankfully, Emily possessed a good deal of patience, because she was already starting to tire of their antics by the time the four of them reached Emily and Dale’s room. She had at least learned their names while in the elevator – the taller one was Miranda, and the shorter one was Holly. After the girls had thrown their bags into the room, Miranda began pulling Holly by the arm, “Come on, Hol, I wanna go check out what this town has to offer!” “More like you’re bored already and want to start drinking!” Holly retorted, and while Miranda shot her a look, she did not deny this. Then Holly lit up, “I’m only kidding Miranda….I want to go and drink too!” They waved goodbye to Dale and Emily and scooted out of the room, and only when they were gone did Dale check his watch and remark to Emily, “Drinking?? It’s…10 in the morning!” “Oh, to be young again!” Emily, who was never a heavy drinker, joked back. Dale and Emily did a little tour of the area to spend some time together, quickly discovering that there was not all that much to see in this part of the countryside. The rolling hills were nice, but they both would have preferred a few more buildings to go into. Still, they found a quaint shop for a light lunch, and then returned to the hotel around 3 in the afternoon. By this time, Dale had been without a pee since his morning relief, and he was approaching a level of desperation. Wary of the fact that the girls could reenter the room at any moment, Emily pulled Dale into the bathroom, locked the door, and they hooked up the double ended catheter. Dale peed through it more forcefully this time, as he really did have to go quite badly after holding for nearly 6 hours, and when he was finished, he saw that Emily was now sporting a bit of a bulge in her abdominal region. And why not, he supposed, as she had been holding back her urine for an astounding 21 hours and was carrying three of his own batches of urine as well. Dale wiped the sweat from his face and gestured to the toilet, “You know, dear, I can see that your bladder is full enough to make a bulge below your stomach! Really, feel free to use the toilet if our game becomes too much for you.” Emily snorted as this suggestion, “Oh, really, Dale, it’s not bothersome to wait. As you can imagine, I am quite used to holding in a little pee! You can go into me as much as you’d like this weekend – the next time I’ll be relieving myself will be in my own toilet, as promised!” Soon after the two lovebirds had exited the bathroom and put the catheter equipment back in the far reaches of their bags, the hotel room door swung open and in walked Holly and Miranda. They weren’t sloshed, but their breath smelled slightly of alcohol, and it was clear that they had found whatever bars and taverns they had been searching for. Emily also noticed that both of them, Holly in particular, were shaking their legs around as if to suggest that they were bursting for the pot. As soon as Emily came to this conclusion in her mind, Holly shouted loudly, “You promised, Miranda, I get the bathroom first! I’m about to bust!” Miranda double crossed her legs while laughing at her, “I told you that third shot was a bad idea, girl!” Holly could only groan in response and hobbled into the bathroom, not even bothering to shut the door. Miranda looked on while Emily and Dale did their best to pretend they were busy with something else, but a few seconds later there was a huff from the bathroom and Holly appeared back in the doorway, now more desperate than ever. “Did you guys know your toilet is flooded??” she asked, tears nearly forming her eyes. Dale and Emily both looked at each other and shrugged, because it occurred to them that because of their arrangement, neither of them had actually opened the toilet lid to view the bowl since they had arrived the previous evening. “Erm, no…” Dale stuttered, “It must have just happened recently…” He and Emily pushed past the pee dancing Holly and inspected the bowl – sure enough, the water level was right up to the top and threatening to spill over. “I guess you’ll have to go down to the lobby’s toilets on the first floor…” Dale suggested sympathetically. Holly would have none of it, “But Daaaaale, I can’t hold it that long! I’m about to go in my knickers!” Holly was clearly at the end of her tether, and Miranda was not far behind, as the taller girl’s legs were now quivering all over. Then an idea came to Emily. “Just a minute girls,” she said, and shut the bathroom door with herself and Dale inside. “What’s up, Em?” Dale asked, and Emily shyly expressed, “I don’t know if you’d have a problem with this, honey, so just tell me if you do and I’ll forget I ever thought of it. But if there’s really no other option….well….the girls would be more than welcome to pee into me with our catheter system. We brought some spare tubing along…” Dale’s eyes widened at this suggestion, but Emily knew she was on to something when his first words were not a harsh rejection, but instead, “Oh, Em, I couldn’t ask you to do that! Your bladder must already be fairly full – I don’t know that you can hold what they’ve got as well. These girls are pro drinkers back at college, if their Facebooks are to be believed, so I’ll bet they can hold a good amount of urine.” Emily smiled her confident smile, “That’s alright. Honestly, I was thinking that this weekend game would be a little too easy, so this just makes things more challenging! And I’m sure you’d love to see my bladder get bloated out even further, wouldn’t you, especially with the pee of some college girls, huh? Why that sounds downright kinky when I say it like that!” Emily could see the bulge in Dale’s jeans and knew she was on to something, even if he wouldn’t verbalize it. “Oh, come on honey, it will be fun! Besides, they probably won’t even go for it – it’s quite the outlandish idea to spring on someone! But you have to hurry and give me permission, because I think otherwise we might end up paying for a carpet cleaning!” Dale seemed on the verge of assenting, so Emily sensually ran her hand up his thigh and over his throbbing package, and that did it, as Dale finally nodded his agreement to the plan, and the two of them unlocked the door and exited the bathroom, coming face to face with two girls on the verge of urinary disaster. “You’ll have to just piss in the shower, Hol!” Miranda was shouting at her, while Holly squirmed madly on the bed. “That’s sooo gross! Absolutely not!” the poor girl responded. Emily rushed past them and began digging through her bag for the spare catheter equipment. “Girls, girls, calm down. There’s another solution…if you don’t mind doing something a little odd…..” she told them with a gleam in her eye. “Anything, whatever you want, I just need to piss!” Holly begged, shivering around as if she was about to burst. “Yeah, whatever plan you’ve got, count me in too!” Miranda exclaimed, re-crossing her legs as another bladder spasm ripped through her. Emily smiled and held up the double ended catheter, “Well, if you’re sure! In that case, both of you, drop your pants and I’ll get you hooked up.” Dale was nice enough to walk out of the room and stand just outside the door to afford the girls some privacy, but both college girls were looking at Emily like she was crazy. “What the hell is that??” Miranda asked, her voice edgy due to her desperation. “It’s a catheter!” Emily replied, “That toilet in the bathroom may be overflowing, but my large bladder has plenty of room, so I’ll be glad to be a receptacle for your urine. We’ll just hook you up and you can pee right into me!” Emily had decided that being as friendly and direct as possible was the way to go, as she doubted the drunk girls could make out any form of subtlety. Miranda was about to refuse, but Holly’s bladder contracted once more, and the shorter girl moaned and gave in, “Ok, sure, let’s do it! Be quick, I’m literally about to explode!” With a nod, Emily helped Holly pull down her pants and panties, and managed to hold her just still enough to insert the end of the catheter into her exposed pussy’s peehole. Emily’s practiced hand then inserted the other end into her own, and 20 seconds later things were secure and Emily told Holly to release. Holly needed no further command, as she instantly sagged down while the pressure of the torturous urine subsided and it began flowing through the tubing and into Emily’s mammoth organ. Holly was moaning in relief, and her pee stream continued on for a good minute. By the end, Emily’s bladder had expanded more and showed quite well on her abdomen, but she put on a smile as she helped the exhausted Holly remove the catheter from her nether regions. She then gestured to Miranda, who hesitated for only a moment before crying, “Oh fuck it, I gotta go!”. She ran up to Emily and the process was repeated, only Miranda was apparently in control of a substantially larger bladder than her cohort, and it took nearly two full minutes for her to empty completely. This time Emily unhooked the catheter from both of them, and the girls got a look at her bladder bulge, which now looked abnormal and was jutting outwards from her frame. “Oh my God, Emily! You must be dying! How can you just stand there like that??” Miranda gasped, while Holly made to reach out and touch the giant bulge before retracting her hand. Emily was sweating a bit now, but again she simply smiled and told the girls, “Oh, don’t worry about me! I’ve got the bladder capacity for a job like this, so it shouldn’t be a problem to have a little more urine built up inside me.” It was taking a decent effort for Emily to keep up her air of remaining unaffected, but she was still totally in control and had plenty of room to spare, if need be. Miranda was still in a state of shock, but then Holly blurted out, “You’re so awesome, Emily! You must have a gallon drum down there! Say, this is nuts, but I kind of liked that, now that it’s over with. Can we pee into you again if we have to go? Could you still handle that?” Emily thought about it for a moment, estimating her gigantic capacity against the well-endowed capacities of the college girls, and decided she’d still be alright, “Yes girls, you know, it may be a bit of a challenge, but what’s the fun in not having a challenge? Why don’t you two relieve yourselves into me whenever you need for the rest of the weekend, and we’ll see if I can’t just keep it all corked up.” Holly immediately fist pumped and high fived Emily, who couldn’t help but grin at her enthusiasm, and while Miranda took a few seconds longer to come around to Emily’s plan, eventually she took another look at the overflowed toilet and decided that Emily’s megabladder was a better place to store her urine. “Ok Emily, count me in as well.” Miranda told her, and Emily nodded happily before pulling her own pants back on and going to let Dale back into the room. After a few minutes of awkward small talk, the college girls decided to take a nap to try and sleep off their drunkenness, so Emily and Dale took the opportunity to leave the hotel room and take a relaxing walk through the countryside. It’s not like they had much choice, as the amount of activities strewn about this quaint town was nearly zero. As the two walked, Dale couldn’t help but direct the conversation back to Emily’s protruding bladder. “Dear, I don’t know how you’re managing to walk around so normally! Your bladder looks like it’s about to burst out of your skin!” Dale said, giving the bulge a small rub. Emily didn’t so much as wince at the touch, though she replied, “Yes, there’s a lot of pressure now! My strong bladder will hold it in, but things could get very interesting with Miranda and Holly going forward…..I may have extended my offer to them….” “What do you mean?” Dale asked quizzically. “I hope you’re ok with it, but I decided to let them pee into me all weekend! I thought that would be a better challenge, and I know you’d like to see me push myself.” Emily responded with a blush. Dale stared at her, open-mouthed, for a few seconds, then quietly asked, “Are you sure you’ll be able to stretch your large bladder enough to hold so much urine? You’re already holding a full day’s worth of your own pee, my pee, and now two bladder’s worth of pee from some college girls! You must have limits!” Emily gave him a playful rub on the back, “Don’t worry about me, honey. Let’s see if I can do this for you! I’ll try my hardest! Even though I definitely am filling up, I can store up more urine if I wish.” They returned to the hotel room just as Miranda and Holly were waking up. Emily suggested that they all go out to dinner together, and when Dale offered to pay, the girls were more than willing to join in. Holly seemed to be fidgety as they left, owing to the extra beer going through her system as she slept, but she said nothing and the four departed for a nice restaurant that the girls had passed by on their earlier escapades. They all ate and drank their fill, and when they returned to the hotel room, Holly was bursting once more, trying not to run in place as Dale opened the door. Dale was also professing an urgent need, and so the two of them took turns going into the bathroom with Emily and emptying out their full bladders into her own massive holding tank. Emily was now quite full and doing her best not to show any signs of bladder pain to the group, and thankfully for her, everyone was pretty tired from the day’s adventures, so they sat in the hotel room and watched television until the evening turned to night. Everyone had consumed some beverages from the hotel room’s mini-fridge, and while Holly and Dale only felt a moderate need, Miranda hadn’t gone since her earlier relief into Emily some 6 or 7 hours ago, and her larger bladder was showing some serious signs of strain. None of the three were accustomed to sleeping without a before bed pee, and so they lined up in the bathroom with Emily and all did their business once more, urinating through the catheter into Emily. Miranda’s pee took a minute and a half, and she noticed Emily clenching her jaw when she was finished. “Sorry, I’ve always been able to go a lot…..though nothing quite like you, I’m sure! Are you sure you’re ok, though?” Miranda asked, but Emily wiped the tension off her face and gave her a reassuring nod. Dale was last to enter, and he marveled at Emily’s explosive bladder bulge and couldn’t help but feel her up before she urged him along with a stifled laugh. Despite the discomfort, Emily was a big fan of how much Dale ravished her and her iron bladder. Still, Dale noticed a small grimace come to Emily’s face briefly as he relieved his 20 second stream into her. “How are you holding up, love?” he whispered, so that the girls could not hear from outside the bathroom door. “It’s pretty bad,” Emily admitted, “That Miranda has a bladder like a horse, and she can piss like one too!” She saw Dale’s face morph into a mixture of arousal and concern and continued, “But I’m certainly not about to give up! My enormous bladder’s never let me down before, so it will just have to make some more room for me! Don’t think about anything but how much you enjoy seeing me so full!” Dale gave her swollen abdomen one more rub and then kissed her until she pushed him away, “Gosh my full bladder makes you randy! But calm down just a little, we can’t be in here too long or the girls will know exactly what we’re doing!” Dale seemed like he could care less what the girls thought at this point, such was his lust for his bladder queen, but Emily pulled up her pants and cleaned up the catheter, so he had no choice but to follow her out of the bathroom and into bed. Dale and Emily took one bed, and Miranda and Holly shared the other. Three of them got to sleep easily, and while the fourth had a good deal of tension simmering in her pelvic region, she eventually drifted off to sleep as well. Dale’s phone alarm blared through the hotel room and woke up the groggy foursome sharply at 7 am. Amidst grumbles about needing 10-12 hours more of sleep, the four of them dressed and readied themselves for Courtney’s big day. Emily’s bladder, now 37 hours full, had continued to fill over the night, and her lower abdomen had taken on the shape of a blimp, but she still allowed Holly and Dale to have their morning pees into her. Miranda refused, explaining that her bladder could hold a good deal more and that she often skipped her morning urination. Holly thought she was crazy, but Miranda chuckled and pointed at Emily, “Just ask Emily – sometimes a big bladder can come in handy!” They went down to the hotel’s dining area to get breakfast, running into many of the other wedding guests, and Dale was forced to introduce Emily to a lot of extended family members that had not had the pleasure of meeting her yet. Emily, dressed in a cute blue dress that normally hung loose around her middle (but now was fairly tight), stood and made small talk, though sweat was evident on her brow and she was struggling not to shake her legs. When Dale was finally able to guide her to a table to eat, she groaned, “Oh my, I haven’t been desperate like this in ages! You guys are really giving my bladder a good workout!” She rubbed her midsection and Dale asked her once more if she was sure she wanted to carry on through the wedding ceremony in this state. “Oh honey, did you hear me say I wanted to let any of this pee out? I know you want it to stay inside and keep expanding my huge bladder, so that’s what we’ll let it do. Let’s see how far I can stretch it out for you!” They talked about other things for the rest of breakfast, with Dale unable to tear his eyes away from Emily’s ever so subtle fidgeting when a fierce urge rocked her. The wedding took place in an open field behind the hotel promptly at 11 am. With the hills, covered in a light fog, sloping up and down behind them, and the sun shining down, Emily couldn’t help but be impressed with how picturesque the whole thing looked. Courtney and her now-husband, Patrick, certainly agreed, as Courtney’s tears flowed throughout the ceremony and Patrick seemed not far behind. Emily noted that many of the women in the audience were weeping as well, but Miranda stood out as one of the few who was not. Emily thought she looked decidedly uncomfortable, sitting up in her chair and crossing her legs every so often. ‘Why, she looks just like how I feel!’ Emily thought, and then, looking downwards and seeing her own legs crossed over each other, she modified that thought, ‘Maybe she looks just how I look as well!’. Despite her best efforts, Emily was not able to uncross her legs for more than a few minutes during the proceedings without causing a scene, and so she kept them tightly crossed and kept her hurting bladder clamped shut. Dale seemed unable to spend more than 10 seconds at a time looking in the direction of the newlyweds, as he was continuously staring at Emily’s lower half, but Emily would be lying if she said she didn’t like the extra attention. The ceremony concluded at noon, and Emily felt a sharp pain in her bladder and winced as she stood to applaud the happy couple. Undaunted, she forgave herself for this obvious show of bladder distress, noting that anyone who hadn’t peed in 42 hours would probably do the same thing. Dale noticed and rubbed her lower back, and Emily showed her appreciation by leaning into him for a standing cuddle as Courtney and Patrick walked up the aisle and passed them by. It was time for the cocktail hour, but as the guests began packing up their things to head back into the hotel, Dale put his head down to Emily’s ear and whispered, “I’m sorry if this is inconvenient, love, but I really must drain the snake again, if you know what I’m saying.” Emily nodded and replied, “No problem, dear! That’s what I’m here for, even in the condition I’m in right now! Shall we see if the girls want to have some relief as well?” Before Dale could object, Emily spotted Holly in the crowd and gave a shy wave followed by a discreet point of her finger to her bulging abdomen, and Holly greeted this request with an enthusiastic nod. She walked over hastily, her purse clutched over her crotch, and exclaimed, “Oh thank goodness! I was hoping you’d say that! I had to go during the ceremony but didn’t want to interrupt things!” Emily laughed, then picked Miranda out and gestured a similar offer. Surprisingly, even though Emily could see distinct signs of a girl who really needed a pee, Miranda shook her head and walked back into the hotel. Emily noticed that Holly was watching as well, and Holly added, “That girl….she’s a camel! At least I thought she was, until I met you Emily!” Emily thanked her for the compliment, and Holly replied, “No problem! Now, less talk, more walk, or else I’m gonna have to water the garden over there!” Emily, Holly, and Dale made their way back to their room, and once more Emily allowed them both to empty their bladders into her. Emily’s bladder was now swollen out to unforgiving levels, and the urge to pee was both constant and pressing. “How are you feeling?” Dale asked as the last of his stream went through the catheter and into Emily’s peehole, while Holly sat outside on the bed, relieved. “I’d say I have to go urgently now……but of course I won’t! Let’s find out just how much more urgent we can make it, huh? I don’t mind, even though now I’m really uncomfortable.” Emily told him, cradling her rock hard bladder in her hands and putting slight pressure directly below the pubic bone to try and relieve some of the tension in her lower half. Her bladder was beginning to ask for relief in very strong terms, yet still Emily was intent on denying it. Dale, shockingly, was in agreement with Emily’s plan to let it get worse, and so the three of them went back down to the hotel’s lobby, where the guests were drinking and chatting, waiting for the large dining area to open up for the reception. To Dale’s great surprise, Emily helped herself to a few of the small cocktail glasses while they waited, and besides the occasional fidget, she seemed to be keeping herself mostly under control. A few of the guests had come up to her and asked her if she was pregnant, as the bulge of her bladder was obvious through her dress at this point, but she laughed it off and replied to them that she just liked to eat. By 1:30 pm, the doors to the hotel’s main hall opened up, and everyone stormed inside to eat as much food as they could, dance their hearts out, drink until they puked, and maybe celebrate the wedding of the bride and groom if they could spare a few minutes. Neither Emily nor Dale were big dancers, but they both went out and did their best on a few slower tunes. Emily’s bladder was really presenting her with problems, as it did not like the extra movement associated with dancing, and it began to rebel quite strongly. Dale noticed as Emily brought her legs together quite sharply, but Emily joked to him, “For once, I’m willing to go out and dance and my bladder decides to ruin it! What are the odds of that?” Her face was red as she said it, from the effort it was taking to control herself, but she forced herself to squirm through one more song before mercifully returning to their table with Dale. However, Emily did not put any restrictions on her liquid intake, even with her bladder crying out in distress, and helped herself to multiple glasses of water and iced tea over the course of the afternoon, her legs staying crossed under the table. She also encouraged Dale to drink his normal amount when he contemplated holding off for her sake, telling him, “It would be cheating otherwise, honey, don’t you think? Come on, am I the type of girl who can’t handle a little urine in her bladder?” Throughout the afternoon, she also noticed that Miranda and Holly were imbibing as much alcohol as they could get into their systems, but neither girl came to her for relief. The reception party lasted a few hours, not winding down until 6 pm. Dale and Emily were beginning to pick up their things to leave when Holly bounded over to them, and Emily noted that she was putting one hand in between her legs when she thought no one else was looking. “Emily….I’ve been holding it all afternoon….and I wasn’t sure if the invitation was still open for you to help me out? Tell me quick or I’ve gotta get to the women’s room!” she pleaded, her eyes darting around. Emily started to take her up to their room, but then she got a fun idea and said, “How about we both go to the women’s room? Let’s do it in there!” Emily had anticipated the girls asking for relief much sooner during the reception, so she had come prepared with the double ended catheter stuck snugly in her purse. Thankfully, the restroom was empty, so both women entered into the same cramped stall and locked the door, unable to stifle some giggles. “This is so naughty!” Holly exclaimed, pulling down her pants and panties while Emily helped her with the catheter. Emily thought to herself that she hadn’t done something this wild….well….ever, but this weekend was about pushing limits. Emily gave her the ok, and Holly gasped as the urine left her and flowed once again into Emily’s swollen bladder. Emily grunted at this additional influx, her bladder most unhappy with her for this decision. But she bore the pain and let Holly relieve her full minute long piss into her. As Holly thanked her profusely and removed the catheter, Emily felt that she was now close to bursting point. Her bladder was quaking, and the dam of her sphincter was showing serious signs of strain. The fact that she was standing directly over an inviting toilet bowl was not diminishing her struggles any, but Emily displayed some serious force of will and clenched her peehole shut with double the intensity. That calmed her bladder down enough for them both to leave the stall without further incident, but Emily’s bladder was now throbbing with every step she took. When the girls got back to Dale at their table, Holly gave Emily a hug and thanked her once more, then let her know that she and Miranda would be leaving soon, so she’d go and get all of their belongings from the room. Without further ado, she left to gather everything up. Dale and Emily chatted for a few more minutes, but before they could get any further, Miranda hobbled across the dance floor and up to Emily, panic etched on her face. She was sweating and her hair was unkempt and matted. “Emily! Please – don’t go! I….I need you! I haven’t gone all day and I just can’t keep it in any longer!” Without thinking of her current situation, Emily replied, “My, you seem to be in grave distress! Yes, come on at once, let’s help you out and get you comfortable again!” The two women slowly walked back to the women’s room, with Emily only able to hobble along slightly faster than the desperate Miranda. The bathroom was still empty, by some miracle, so they went into a stall together and both desperately fidgeted out of their bottoms. “Why did you hold it so long, dear? You know you could have come to me earlier! My bladder has been open for service!” Emily told her, and Miranda replied with her voice shaking from desperation, “Um…….ok…..don’t be mad…..But I got kinda curious after last night. I wanted to push your limits, and my own, so I drank a whole bunch and I haven’t peed in around 20 hours! I’m absolutely dying to go!” Emily nodded, “It’s only natural to be curious, and I guess I did bring this on myself after all! I know how you feel – even my 48 hour bladder is begging for some relief! But come on, let’s get that pent up piss out of you!” They hooked up the catheter and Miranda couldn’t even wait for Emily to give her the signal. As soon as both ends were secured in each woman’s peehole, Miranda almost shouted and sank to the ground, the urine pouring out of her like a faucet on full blast. It was streaming through the catheter at record speeds, and Emily couldn’t help but let an “Ahhhhh!” out as her hurting bladder was expanded more rapidly than ever before. She began breathing deeply to try and concentrate and block out the additional pain. Miranda’s pee gushed on and on, and Emily thought that it was a good thing she was urinating so forcefully, because otherwise she didn’t know if her bladder would have allowed the urine to enter. Her bladder was now bloating out to positively obscene proportions, and Emily began grunting in pain as Miranda’s flow continued, unabated. It didn’t stop until 2 and a half minutes had gone by, and Emily was sure that the college girl had managed to add close to 2 liters to her own gargantuan load. After taking a minute to collect herself, Miranda realized the enormity of the bladder bulge opposite her and cried, “Oh, Emily, that’s crazy! Where are you possibly putting it all??” Now Emily was shaking in desperation, her exhausted, overinflated bladder threatening to overwhelm her, but she managed to get out, “I think I’m at max capacity, Miranda. Thank goodness you didn’t have any more in there! You may not have as much room as me, but you’ve certainly got a very large bladder for a girl your age!” Miranda took charge and helped Emily remove the catheter, as Emily’s need was now so urgent that even her hands were shaking, but after confirming that Emily still did not want the toilet and was determined to wait it out, Miranda helped her pull up her pants, and together they exited the stall. Dale was in a state of shock as he watched his strong girlfriend hobble towards him like a schoolgirl who’d missed a break. Emily was huffing and puffing as her bladder contracted angrily. Quickly, Dale thanked Miranda for bringing her back in one piece, then informed her of Holly’s departure, so Miranda thanked them once more and then left to find Holly. “Are you ok??” Dale asked Emily as soon as Miranda was out of earshot. “Honey, I’m burstingly full! That Miranda was holding quite a load! It’s very difficult to keep this inside!” Emily moaned, fanning her legs in and out as she sat at their table. “Come on, you’ve done so well, let’s just get you back to the toilets and then we can drive home.” Dale insisted. Emily groaned as she forced her legs to be still and held only with the power of her titanium sphincter, then told Dale firmly, “Absolutely not! I’m not complaining about all the urine inside me – I’m just stating a fact. I feel like my back teeth are floating, but I told you I wanted a challenge, and this most certainly is one. Just think about it, Dale. I’ve got a piss that I’ve been holding inside for 2 full days, 48 hours, and I’m also holding in all of your piss in that time….and I’m even holding in over a day’s worth of piss from two college girls who bloated out their bladders by drinking all the time! That has to excite you, doesn’t it?” Emily moved her hand discreetly to Dale’s crotch under the table, and found him to be so hard that it was like touching diamond. Dale actually emitted an involuntary grunt as Emily’s hand made contact with his throbbing member, and for Emily, that settled things. She looked Dale right in the eye and told him, “No matter how painful this is, I’m going to burn out all of my endurance to hold this in for you. Now let’s get everything packed up and get to the car before I spring a leak!” At Dale’s suggestion, Emily waited at the table while he ran up to their room to fetch their luggage. Truth be told, it was probably smarter that way, because Emily was sure she’d be a liability to Dale with how slowly she’d have to walk to make it back to the room. Her lower half was inflamed with pain. She couldn’t remember ever filling her bladder to such a degree. She’d thought she was about maxed out before Miranda’s final load, but that girl had sent her bladder capacity into the stratosphere. Emily could feel her peehole fighting her, wanting to release and blow out all of her long held pee. It was like her body knew that her natural limit had finally been reached and was trying to save itself from harm by releasing, but Emily’s mind refused this request. She still had the final say over whether or not her sphincter muscle let go, though if she continued to clench it as hard as she was having to, she wasn’t sure how long she had until it became too tired to conform to her wishes. Emily closed her eyes, set her jaw, and reaffirmed to herself that she would hold it as long as was necessary. It was the least she could do for her loving boyfriend. Besides, taking the urine of Miranda and Holly had been her idea, and she was prepared to suffer for it. It felt like hours before Dale returned, but was probably no more than 15 minutes. He had packed the bags away into the car, so all Emily had to do was stand up and walk out of the hotel and to the car with him. This proved to be much more difficult than originally anticipated, but with a herculean display of willpower, Emily managed to stand straight, ignoring the wails of her aching, overstretched bladder, and walked with small, fleeting steps all the way to the car, Dale’s arm placed around her lower back for support the entire way. “You’re so good to me,” Emily smiled at him and gave him a kiss as he helped her into the passenger seat. “And you to me!” Dale exclaimed, kissing her again with more vigor. Emily reciprocated until an especially sharp pang from her bladder reminded them both that they were on a very time-sensitive schedule. “Ok, let’s get you home! Don’t have a wee on the car seat!” Dale laughed, and Emily socked him lightly on the shoulder, “I have never done such a thing and I don’t plan on it! But please hit the gas, honey.” Dale obliged, and they were on their way. The drive went along just fine for the first two hours. Emily alternated between sitting straight up and bouncing her legs, and hunching over and not moving a single part of her body. It was clear to Dale that her primed and ready to explode bladder was the only thing on her mind, so he kept the small talk to a minimum. For her part, Emily continued to believe that she had never felt so full in all her life, and yet the drinks from the reception kept running through her and making her even fuller. She was apparently cursed with the most efficient kidneys that one could ask for. But she did not complain – she simply sat and controlled herself like a lady, as she knew this was what Dale wanted to see most. Even when a series of powerful spasms ripped through her bladder and threatened to dislodge the liters of pee, Emily growled in frustration and crossed her legs, keeping her pee stopped up by any means necessary. But she was happy that they would soon be back at Dale’s house, because Emily could feel that her bladder was reaching critical levels of fullness. Her iron sphincter was finally tiring out, and Emily was starting to sense that it might open up for just a second even as she clenched it to the maximum. And then, just an hour from home, disaster struck. Emily was looking downwards, focusing on keeping control of the distended 50 hour bladder that was seemingly taking up all of the space from her stomach to her thighs, when the car slowly ground to a halt. “Are we back already?” Emily asked, confused, but Dale shook his head in fear and pointed ahead of them, “Traffic jam, love.” He turned and looked at her shaking, maxed out body as the car stopped, stuck in line behind hundreds of others, and asked, “Are you going to be alright?” Emily sensed genuine concern in his voice, and she was no longer sure that she could hold it in, but in the back of her mind a voice screamed at her that this was for Dale, drowning out any thoughts of giving in and pissing at the roadside, and Emily gave him a firm nod and replied gravely, “It hurts like mad but I’m going to hold it in. No matter what, I’m going to hold it in.” For the next hour, Emily managed to maintain some semblance of her composure. Her leg crossing, bouncing, and fanning was becoming more frequent, as were the periods where she simply couldn’t move a muscle, but she was staying in control of the hot, bursting load inside her. “Well, you’ve done it,” Dale told her as the time turned to 9 pm, “We would have been home by now if not for this bloody traffic jam, and you would have been able to take a well-deserved pee.” Emily somehow produced a small smile, “Yes, honey, but unfortunately it wasn’t so easy. So I will just have to keep my enormous bladder closed off for a while longer. I refuse to pee before that, even though I think my eyes are turning yellow!” But as the traffic dragged on, the car moving only inches at a time, Emily’s perfect composure slowly started to break. One hand had been creeping nearer and nearer to her crotch for many minutes, and finally it became lodged there. The second hand soon followed the first. Emily’s bladder was no longer throbbing in pain – the pain was a constant, white hot agony going from her pussy up past her navel. Even Emily’s thighs were getting weary from straining so constantly to keep the unholy pressure at bay. Eventually Emily was forced into the fetal position, her head down, both hands clutching desperately between shaking legs, shutting off a pussy that was threatening to burst open with long held waters. Dale could scarcely believe how strong Emily was, and for as much as he hated to see his girl in pain, his erection was so hard that it was nearly ripping open his jeans. The clock reached 10 pm, then 11 pm. Emily had remained in the fetal position the entire time – Dale felt that perhaps her control was unbreakable. The only difference was that now she was moaning as well, and would sometimes remove one hand from between the vicegrip of her thighs to rub her horribly distended bladder. Emily, on the other hand, felt her control slipping away. She was clenching and re-clenching her sphincter every second, and still felt it on the verge of opening up. Only her resolute willpower, and her bladder’s tremendous capacity, kept her from unleashing the flood all over the car. But she could feel that time was running out, even as she promised herself once more that she would not be pissing until she was safely in Dale’s bathroom, no matter what. Then, as suddenly as the traffic jam had begun, it dispersed. Cars began driving off and reaching highway speeds, though Dale made sure to slowly increase his speed so as not to jolt Emily’s blown out bladder. It was a good five minutes before Emily was able to lift her head, look out the window, and acknowledge that they were finally making progress again. “Thank goodness,” she said to Dale, and he could tell that it took all of her energy to keep her voice level as she spoke. “You’ll be home in a jiffy, dear,” he told her, and she returned to the fetal position, praying that her exhausted sphincter could hold out against the incessant demands of her terribly maligned, sore bladder. By some minor miracle, with her control on the very edge, sphincter twitching madly, Dale pulled into his driveway and Emily was still in command of her entire aching, ponderous load of piss that had now been contained within her 54 torturous hours. Dale swiftly exited the car and did his best to help his bursting girlfriend inside – it took her a full five minutes to gather the will to stand without pissing all over his driveway. Both hands glued to her crotch, Emily limped inside with Dale just behind. At last, she reached his bathroom, and she entered it, regarding the toilet as one would a deity. But just as she lifted the seat and sat herself on the bowl, Emily looked back at Dale to make sure he had a proper view of the explosion that was about to take place, and instead saw him fidgeting and putting a hand over his crotch. With what little part of her mind she could devote to thinking about something other than fiercely holding in her urine for moments longer, Emily paused and asked, “Oh, Dale…..do you need to use the bathroom? How long has it been??” Dale gasped, his desperation purely evident now that he was so close to his own toilet, “Twelve….twelve hours, love. Since just after Courtney’s ceremony, if you recall. I…I saw you in so much distress that I’ve been trying to put on a brave face for you….but I’m afraid I’m on the verge of wetting myself as well…” Emily considered for only a moment before telling him firmly, “Well honey….the invitation is still open. Piss into me.” Dale eyed her incredulously, “Em….think about this….there’s no way you can take all this as well! You’re about to erupt!” Emily smiled and licked her lips, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Dale? Finally breaking my iron bladder….making me piss involuntarily….just because I couldn’t contain it a second longer….” Dale still looked concerned, but his desperation and arousal was winning out once more, so Emily continued, “Go on, run and get the catheter! Let’s see if I can take it!” Dale nodded and hobbled back to the car, while Emily cradled her impossibly large bladder with one hand and groped her vagina as hard as she could with the other. Pure, constant pressure was the only way to hold in all the piss that wanted desperately to spray out from her shivering peehole. Dale took a few minutes to return, and in those few minutes Emily felt her control reach the very edge of her breaking point. She was sure she had only seconds left before piss rocketed out of her, but Dale was not back yet and she’d be damned if she’d held it for over two days only to lose it without him watching. With a last gasp of incredible effort, Emily staved off her ocean and held it at bay, now shouting with the effort and shaking her legs this way and that, and finally Dale returned, catheter in hand. They were both almost too desperate to complete the process. Neither of their hands wanted to work without quivering, and the effort it took to remove them from their own crotches in the first place was almost overwhelming. Emily was still seated on the toilet, which was causing her bladder to scream at her with a ferocity she had not before experienced, but she was operating on adrenaline alone and her sphincter was clamping with its last vestiges of power. Her bladder spasms were going into overdrive, yet still Emily somehow resisted the maddening urge to piss out the urine that was threatening to explode her gargantuan bladder. Even Dale’s bladder was bloated out from his half day of holding, though it was nothing compared to the perfect sphere of Emily’s 54 hour swollen, almost turgid bulge. Emily’s bladder was so hard to the touch that she felt it was only seconds from popping. After a desperate struggle, the catheter was in place on both ends, and Dale yelled out as he unloaded his 12 hour bladder into Emily. As the urine flowed into her overstretched bladder, Emily yelled out as well, even louder than Dale. She couldn’t help it – she was just so full, too full, fuller than it was possible to be, and yet Dale’s pee continued to go through the tubing and into her, making her bladder stretch yet again to accommodate it. After a minute of pissing, Dale’s flow was slowing down, but Emily’s bladder could finally take no more. She began yelling louder and louder as her iron control over her sphincter wavered for the first time in over 54 hours and a spurt shot out of her. It came out so forcefully and so thick that some of it actually spurted around the catheter and out of her completely, landing with a drip in the toilet. “Dale…I….” she moaned, but Dale was too focused on emptying his own bladder. Shaking, Emily redoubled her efforts, but after only another five seconds of Dale’s piss entering her, her sphincter gave in again, spurting for a full second before she could bring it back under control. Emily’s face was now going totally red from effort, as she crossed her thighs over one another, being mindful of the catheter in between them, and squeezed for all she was worth. It worked, but only for a few seconds, as her bladder had finally reached the limit of its endurance. Her sphincter began unclenching involuntarily, despite Emily’s ridiculous efforts to continue controlling herself for Dale. She desperately wanted to continue holding in his load, but her bladder could take no more. The spurts were becoming more regular and growing in duration, with one lasting a full five seconds before she could corral the flow. “Dale….I….” she tried again, making a last ditch effort to stave off disaster and contain her ocean of overdue piss. One second passed, then two, then three. Dale was still enjoying his relief, oblivious to his girlfriend, who was on the verge of total eruption. It was taking everything she had, an ungodly display of self-control, for Emily to keep re-clamping down on her utterly exhausted sphincter after every spurt. She was now past her limits, and after another five second spurt left her body, Emily clenched her sphincter as hard as she could and found that it would not close enough to stop her pee any longer. With a crazy effort, Emily was able to slow the flow to a trickle, but it would not be stopped completely – her amazingly strong sphincter was simply too worn out to squeeze fully like she needed. “Dale!” she cried, and finally he raised his eyes and looked at her. “What is it love?” he asked, removing the catheter from his still-dripping penis. “I’m at my limit!” Emily screamed, and without further warning she ripped out the catheter in one motion from her stretched peehole and urine began to torrent out of her, unabated, into the inviting toilet bowl beneath her thighs. “Ughhhhhhhhhhh!” Emily half-moaned, half-shouted, as the insane volume of piss left her body. Her muscles were fully released for the first time in over two days, and the pleasure of letting out her long overdue piss was nearly too much for the girl to handle. Dale could only watch on in amazement as Emily’s bladder continued to contract and send the piss flying out of her like her pussy was a bathtub faucet on full blast. “Oh my Goddddd…..” Emily continued to cry out as her piss stretched into its third minute at the same impressive flow rate. Dale had seen all he could, and was now furiously stroking his own member. As Emily’s piss kept going into minute number four, Dale sent his own eruption of cum directly onto Emily’s tits and stomach. Emily was able to give a sly smile before getting lost in the enormous pleasure of her long-held release once more. After seven minutes of the greatest piss Emily had ever taken, the pee finally dripped to a halt. Emily sat back on the toilet, too exhausted to move, covered in sweat and cum, while Dale was sitting and gathering his breath on the edge of the bathtub. Eventually they made eye contact. They both looked a sorry mess, and before long Dale had started to chuckle. “What’re you laughing for?” Emily spat out, trying to sound irritated but failing miserably, and soon she was laughing as well. Then they were both laughing, at each other, at the situation, at the sight of themselves, and most importantly, at the fact that it had all turned out alright. Emily had not pissed in the car. She had not pissed at the wedding. She had gone to extreme lengths to control herself, and she had succeeded at not giving in the entire time they were together in public. As they calmed down, Emily told him, “You know…I am a little disappointed. I really wanted to hold it for you there at the end! To show you I can hold it no matter what! But I just couldn’t, the pressure was too much.” Dale barely let her finish before replying, “Oh, Em, my goodness, you held in more than I could have dreamed! You did brilliantly! I’ve heard stories from Courtney about how Miranda would always hold in her pee for hours and had a bladder of steel, and you held in multiple loads from her, as well as Holly’s pee, my pee, and even your own pee for well over 50 hours! That’s incredible!” Emily blushed, “Well….when you put it like that, I guess I did do pretty well, huh? Did you enjoy it?” Dale laughed again, “I think the cum on your tits is answer enough for that!” Emily smiled, wiped a finger over her breasts, and then put it in her mouth and sucked, nearly making Dale fall over and into the bathtub. “Aww, well, you know, I really did like being your perfect bladder of steel girl. I need to practice though, and we need to try again! I want to show you that I can hold even more than this, and I’m sure with your help and motivation I’ll be able to! It will make me happy, and I know for a fact that it will make you happy as well! What do you say? Will you help me on this quest for invincible bladder control?” Dale didn’t reply, instead rising and leaving the bathroom without a word. Emily sat on the toilet in confusion. Had she really misread the situation that badly? Was that not exactly what Dale wanted….and the more she thought about it, what she wanted as well? But then Dale returned, carrying two bottles of water. He gave one to Emily, then took the other, unscrewed the cap, and began to drink. “Well, Em, if that’s what we’re going to do, then you better train up! I think we both need to get a lot more hydrated!” Emily grinned and began chugging down her own bottle. “And I’m sure,” she told him, “that with your weakened bladder, you’ll be needing to let your bursting pee out again before too long. And I know just the place for you to put it.” Emily held up the catheter, and the two lovebirds shared a kiss before finishing off their waters and going to the kitchen for more.
  5. Just read your story about Ebony, would love to read a part 2, great story!

  6. Two of my favorite stories ever are Rexone's Sunset series and Pain from Omorashi.org's Trip to Rajmahal Fort. I talked with both of them and got permission to use their characters for this story, and I hope I did them justice! Sunset to Never at Rajmahal Fort By Holditin I got home late from a long day of work and found two things happening at the same time. My stunning girlfriend, AJ, was on the toilet happily pissing away what I was sure was a very large load of pee, and I got a text from my friend Preeti. ‘How about another trip to Rajmahal Fort tomorrow? Parul and Sneha are already in! It should be really fun!’ My brow furrowed as I replied on my phone, ‘That sounds ok, but why do you want to go back? It was just a year ago that we saw the whole place. I’m sure not much has changed.’ Almost instantly another text came back, ‘To be honest, neither Parul, Sneha or I were really able to pay enough attention to it the first time. We had to pee so badly! You remember? But I talked with the others and it turns out all of us have done bladder stretching exercises and trainings, so we can wait much longer now and it should make for a comfortable trip! Are you in?’ Now this piqued my interest. I quickly texted back, ‘Great! As long as my girlfriend AJ can come I will see you all tomorrow!’ Just as AJ’s bursting pee was finishing, I received my last text of the night from Preeti, ‘Of course, the more the merrier! =)’ Now I had to make sure that AJ was in prime competitive spirit, so I needled her as she rose from the toilet, “Hey AJ, I think you might need to learn to wait better. It seems you are peeing all the time these days!” She scoffed at me, “Is that so, big boy? I am peeing less and less actually. That was my first pee of the day and in 24 hours total, and it is already 8 pm!” I couldn’t deny how impressive that was, but pressed on, “Well AJ, you see, I got invited tomorrow to take us on a long trip with some friends, and they are all girls who can wait until their eyes turn yellow before taking a pee. So I hope you don’t embarrass me by needing restroom breaks while they remain comfortable.” This comment did it. AJ bristled, “I will certainly hold as long as them and then EVEN LONGER. In fact, I am sure they will be peeing tomorrow morning before the trip, so from right now I won’t take ONE SINGLE PEE until we’re back home, understood?” “That’s tough talk, but I hope you can back up your words!” I told her daringly. AJ gave me a steely gaze for a moment, then went to the fridge. I assumed she was retrieving a midnight snack, but she returned with a 1L bottle of water and began chugging it down. She kept my gaze the entire time, and when she put down the empty water bottle AJ told me again, firmly, “No pee breaks!” I couldn’t wait for the day ahead as we cuddled up, AJ in her tight latex wears, and went to sleep. We awoke the next morning at 6 and were dressed and ready to depart at 7. AJ had chugged down 500 ml more of water in defiance, and even though I could already see a slight bulge in her bladder from the night’s water, along with the extra her kidneys surely poured into her following her 24 hour hold, she hissed at me that she felt no urge and dressed herself in a killing tight latex catsuit, latex panties, and then her normal shirt and zipless skintight jeans. Crazy to me, but just another day for my AJ! We drove out to Preeti’s and arrived just after 8, and thankfully all the girls had met there to save on driving. I knocked on the door and Preeti opened it, “Oh, good to see you! We’ll be out in a minute – Sneha is just finishing up in the bathroom.” I couldn’t resist asking, “Did you all pee this morning to prevent a repeat of last time?” Parul poked her head out from behind the door to answer me, “Yes, we’ve all just went, if you must know. But we will be fine for a long time now. Trust us!” I nodded and walked back to the car to wait for them with AJ. “So you have 12 more hours of pee in you than all of the other girls!” I told her, which made her beam with pride. “And it will stay that way, do not worry about that!” AJ replied. Ten minutes later the three girls came out of Preeti’s house, dragging a small cooler with them to the car. “What is that?” I asked incredulously. Sneha smiled, “Oh, we decided to bring enough drinks for all of us in here. It will be a long day, after all.” AJ got up to help them get it in the backseat, and she ended up sitting back there with Sneha and Preeti, while Parul sat up front with me. Before we reached the highway Parul pointed out a coffee shop and said, “Can we stop there and pick up some coffees? I am still trying to wake up!” The other girls nodded, especially AJ, who I’m sure was getting very excited as the prospect of filling her bladder up with drinks and still holding it all in. I parked and the five of us went inside. They were doing a special on large, 1L cups of coffee, and Preeti noticed it right away. “Hey, let’s save some money and get the 1L cups!” The others agreed, so we paid and all sat, drinking our coffees and reminiscing about old times. Afterwards I got up to take a pee, as I knew that amount of coffee would go right through me, but as expected none of the other girls were even looking for bathrooms so early into the trip. When I returned Parul made a comment, “Gosh, it seems like all of us have gotten better at waiting for a relief….except you!” All I could do was laugh and agree as we all left the place and piled back into the car. I drove us down the highway while the girls talked amongst themselves. While my three friends were quick to befriend AJ, I could tell that they would not become too close due to my feisty girlfriend’s argumentative and intense nature. I did not mind that, though. Sometimes a little conflict made things more exciting! But for now everything was calm and the girls were clearly enjoying themselves. After an hour on the road, Sneha reached into the cooler for the first time. Instead of grabbing something on the top, she snuck her hand way down into the ice, and it came up with a bottle of beer. “Ah, this should do the trick!” she smiled. Preeti groaned, “Ohhh not again, Sneha! Why can’t you just enjoy an outing without alcohol??” “Why can’t you just enjoy an outing without alcohol??” “Yeah,” Parul agreed, “You’ll just have too much and ending up sleeping it off in the car while we have all the fun.” But AJ’s eyes lit up, “Sneha, pass me one of those!” Sneha grinned and fished out another beer bottle for my girlfriend. “See guys? Some people like to party too!” Sneha laughed at her friends, clinking bottles with AJ before they downed their beers. Five minutes later the beers were drained and Sneha and AJ started reaching into the cooler for seconds. “Wouldn’t you rather have one of these, like me and Parul will have?” Preeti asked snidely, grabbing a couple 1L cartons of fruit juice from the cooler. Both party animals cackled and shook their heads, so Preeti shrugged and passed one of the cartons to Parul. I drove on as every girl in the car continued to drink. We made good time on the road until 11:30, when Preeti declared she was hungry and wanted some lunch. My belly rumbled in agreement, as did Parul’s. Sneha and AJ were not so hungry because their two beers had filled their stomachs, but they accompanied us into the next rest stop’s restaurant all the same. As I exited the car, I made sure to briefly pick up the cartons of fruit juice Preeti and Parul had been drinking, and to my excitement found them both to be empty! I arrived into the restaurant late and got in line with my girls to be seated. Parul was at the back with me and suddenly turned and said, “I wonder if they have bathrooms here…” I shrugged my shoulders, “Probably, but they probably are not very nice to use. Everyone comes through here, after all. Why, do you need one?” Parul shook her head, “Oh, no, not for me. I am fine. I was just thinking about Sneha and AJ, because they have drunk all that beer, and you know what that does to you…it goes through you quickly!” I nodded, “I am sure they will still be fine. Remember, Sneha waited as long as you did during our last trip, and she had more beer then than she’s had today.” Before Parul could respond, our table was ready, so we broke off the conversation. I deliberately didn’t tell her about AJ’s impeccable holding abilities because I wanted to see what would happen when the other girls found out for themselves. Lunch was had, and with it the girls made sure to chug down two pints of soda each. Conversation was winding down and we seemed about ready to get up, but then the waitress came back and AJ ordered a third pint of soda. I could see the other girls looking at each other a little as AJ drank it down, and again when she didn’t make a move to the bathroom afterwards. I knew these girls would be seriously filling up in a few hours with all the drinks reaching their bladders, but for now everyone still looked normal and fine. We rose and left the restaurant, with AJ giving me a knowing smirk regarding her third pint of soda. I returned the smirk, but leaned in and whispered, “Are you sure you aren’t gonna regret that later? Your bladder must be a blimp by now!” “I am perfectly comfortable, sweetie, thank you.” AJ replied, though I saw her bladder bulging outwards with over 16 hours of piss in it. What a woman! We returned to the car, and before I’d even driven us out of the parking lot AJ and Sneha had popped out another beer each to drink. Parul began a bottle of water 15 minutes later. I kept driving, and when the clock struck 2 pm I could see bladder bulges forming for Parul, Preeti, and Sneha. AJ’s was not merely forming, it had been there for a good long time! Nearly since she’d woken up, but she was as calm as everyone else was on the outside. I wondered just how much force it was taking her sphincter to keep her bladder full and shut. AJ reached for another beer and asked Sneha if she would like the same. For the first time, I saw Sneha hesitate before accepting it, no doubt thinking about the load on her distending bladder. Both ladies chugged them down while Parul and Preeti stuck to new bottles of water. It was a good thing the girls had decided to bring such a big cooler, because they were working their way through the drinks with reckless abandon. At 4 pm we were a mere hour from the fort, but we were also finally passing a coconut water stand, and I knew that the girls loved this type of drink, despite how much they’d already consumed. “Hey, girls! How about a quick pit stop for some coconut water?” I suggested. “Sure!” came back the unanimous reply, all girls saying it brightly. I pulled the car over and we all got out. I ran to some nearby bushes to take a leak while the girls got in line. When I was drained and relieved, I came back to find them talking over their drink selections. The girls seemed intent on splitting two coconut waters between the four of them, but I wouldn’t have that. I went ahead of them on the pretense of paying for the drinks, and when I was finished ordering each girl was laden with her own coconut water to drink. It was more than they were anticipating and I saw some eyes go wide, not AJ’s of course, but no one said a word and they all began drinking. I followed the girls back to the car and gave AJ a playful spank, to which she stiffened up immediately for a second, then returned to her normal, composed self. Then I got back in the car to finish off the drive. I noticed a hot and heavy tension building in the car as it became 5 pm and we reached Rajmahal Fort. It had been 9 hours with many drinks since Parul, Preeti, and Sneha had taken a bathroom break, and a whopping 21 hours for my poor AJ! As much as everyone was trying to remain normal and carefree, I knew their bladders were filling and in need of emptying. In fact, when we exited the car, I saw that my three friends seemed fairly strained. AJ put on her normal face, but I saw sweat coming down her face and her clenched fists and knew she was putting considerable effort into staying clamped up. “How are you doing, my sweet?” I asked her, putting my arm around her shoulders. We were walking behind the other three. “I am just fine, thank you!” AJ told me enthusiastically. “Mhm…” I replied, suddenly lowering my arm to her waist and palpating her bursting abdomen. I pressed down over her tight shirt and killer latex and felt my hand stopped by her rock hard bladder! The move caused AJ to stop, tense, and glare at me. “Don’t do that, dumbo! Do you have any idea how much I am containing right now??” AJ sneered. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I feigned ignorance, “Do you need a toilet break? No one else has even asked for a stop yet.” “Are you joking?!? My bladder is locked down and under complete control. And that is with no toilet breaks for over 20 hours and only one break in the last 45! Don’t underestimate me…” AJ said angrily. I nodded, rubbed her bladder a little longer, and then we sped up a bit to catch up with my friends. We all entered the fort area together and began walking around, snapping pictures, and enjoying seeing the sights. The girls were all engrossed with the beauty of the fort, and I was engrossed with the beauty of their swelling abdominal regions! Before I knew it, it was 7 pm and we’d been circling the fort for 2 hours’ time. As much as the girls were enjoying themselves, I knew they were only human and eventually their urgent needs would catch up to them. As I snapped a picture of them all, I saw Preeti looking anxious and fidgeting a bit. Sneha was also keeping her legs close together while walking, and wasn’t making much conversation. Only Parul and my dear AJ looked unaffected by the hot balls of piss in their abdomens. Then Preeti stopped as a bladder wave hit her, and finally she asked the group, “Hey, do you know of any toilets around here? I haven’t been to one all day and it would be really nice to get some relief!” “That’s a good idea! Those beers are really wanting to be let out!” Sneha agreed with her. My friends started craning their necks in search of toilets, but then AJ yelled at them, “Only 11 hours and already you guys are thinking of bathroom breaks?? You aren’t little girls, you know. I don’t want to have to stop what I am doing just because you girls can’t control yourselves like I can.” The others were a little shocked at this outburst, and I knew it was a combination of AJ’s normal attitude and her pained bladder making her angry. Parul stepped up to AJ and said, “Hey, look, everyone needs to pee sometimes. I’ll bet even you will need to pee soon! Look at how much you’ve drunk!” AJ scoffed at this, “I can hold it as long as I want! I am well-trained in that area. My muscles are too strong to be loosened by a little bit of pee.” Parul nodded, then convened with the other girls in low tones for a couple minutes. When they were finished, she looked back at AJ and said, “Well, if that is true, then you’ll have to prove it! We challenge you to outhold the three of us! We may be full, but we’re not even close to bursting and we can hold on for ages! Just ask your boyfriend!” AJ grinned at the prospect of this challenge, and replied, “Let’s get some drinks!” At 10 pm we checked into our hotel room for the night. It had two beds – one for the three girls, and one for AJ and me. Over the course of the last three hours the girls’ drinking had gone off the charts. AJ made sure everyone was well-hydrated with water bottle after water bottle for the rest of our time at Rajmahal Fort, and everyone had ordered multiple refills of iced tea with dinner. I ran into the bathroom and took a pee while the girls stayed in the bedroom, wishing they could also feel that blessed relief. AJ was at a mind boggling 26 hours without a pee, while the other girls were at an impressive 14 hours since their last relief. Preeti and Sneha were clearly fidgeting and rubbing their legs together, even crossing them when they thought others weren’t looking. Parul and AJ, on the other hand, were simply frowning and exchanging determined glances while pretending as if their bladders were empty and not nearly overloaded with piss. Because of the tight latex wear AJ had on underneath her normal clothes, her bladder bulge appeared the same size as Preeti’s and Sneha’s, and actually smaller than Parul’s enormous lump. We got into bed, with Sneha, Preeti and Parul squishing and squirming into one bed and AJ and myself occupying the other. I put a hand on my lovely girlfriend’s abdomen and felt nothing but steel hardness, and I knew her bladder must be pushing its maximum limits. I pressed a little bit and got no reaction, so I increased the pressure until I got a delicate squirm out of my iron bladdered goddess. AJ began to glare in my direction, but then her tone shifted. It seemed the giant ball of compressed pee she was containing was pressing on her sensitive g-spot and making AJ horny as hell, because she reached around, into my boxers, and began to pull out my aching penis and stroke it! I was in heaven as my piss-full girlfriend put aside her incredible needs to work me over with a handjob. I began to feel her up and she cooed softly and pressed her ass into my crotch before continuing the handjob by reaching behind her back. AJ was a pro, even with a bursting bladder distracting her. This continued for an hour, with AJ edging me repeatedly but refusing to push me over the edge to cumming, and I had to keep myself quiet so the other girls would not hear our fun. I had thought it would be AJ having to stifle moans of bladder pain when we went to sleep, but I was certainly mistaken! Finally AJ let my still-hard penis go, verified that the other girls were now sleeping soundly, and quietly reached down to her purse by the bed. From it she pulled out yet another liter bottle of water, and with a wink to me and then a look of steely defiance, she put it to her lips and drank it down in one go. Oh how my poor AJ’s bladder would cope with the strain! But she made no mention of pee need, instead rolling over next to me to fall asleep. It took a half an hour for my erection to go down and another half hour for me to be tired enough to fall asleep. I couldn’t help but look forward to tomorrow! I woke up to the sounds of heavy breathing, low moans, squealing, and hushed voices. With one eye open I reached for my phone to check the time – 8 am. Then I turned and was faced with a surprise. It was not AJ whom I was hearing, because she was still fast asleep. I was hearing Parul, Preeti, and Sneha as they fought their bladders in desperation. The girls had successfully lasted an extra night on top of the time they had held their bladders during the last visit to Rajmahal Fort, and with extra drinks to boot! But their now 24 hour bladders were clearly taking a toll on the exhausted friends, as the three were nearly beside themselves trying to contain their waters longer. Parul looked entirely annoyed and was bouncing one leg repeatedly, sweat forming on her brow, concentration bored into her eyes and features. Sneha had her legs double crossed and was sitting on the edge of the bed, grinding her pussy against the bed frame to keep control. Preeti seemed the worst for wear, clutching her crotch and pee dancing near the door. It was clear the three girls were in uncharted territory as far as their bladder capacities were concerned. Through it all AJ was still sleeping peacefully. I was going to let her sleep, but Parul looked at me and asked pointedly, “Can you wake her so that we can go? We need to leave right now if we are to have any chance of getting home dry!” I nudged AJ from her slumber, but told Parul all the same, “Can’t you just use the toilet here in the room if you need it so badly? I did so last night and am about to use it again this morning.” “No! Despite it all we do not want to give that girl the satisfaction of seeing us defeated! If we can all make it home, that’s a tie, and that’s good enough for us….unless AJ loses, of course….or unless she’s already lost. She seems quite calm sleeping there for someone who hasn’t had a pee break for 24 hours! Check her! Did she go during the night??” I waved Parul off, “AJ has tremendous bladder capacity and more than enough willpower to stay dry and not give in during her sleep. Look, she is dry.” To prove my point, I briefly felt AJ’s crotch and then lifted my hand to show no stain of pee on it. AJ’s eyes finally fluttered fully open at my touch, and she greeted me with a smile before remembering where she was and turning her attention to the girls. “Ok, good, you’re up, let’s gooooo!” Sneha pleaded from the bedside. AJ regarded her briefly, nodded, and rose from the bed without so much as a wince, even though she was unrelieved for 36 hours now. “Alright, I agree, let’s go back and see some more of the fort!” Parul groaned in despair, Sneha threw her head back in agony, and Preeti nearly wet herself right there by the door, but none of the girls would give in and reveal that they wanted to go home and gain relief, so off we went without another word, back to Rajmahal Fort! I soon sensed that this visit would not go as long as the previous day’s. Preeti was hobbling along for all she was worth, Sneha was holding her midsection and groaning constantly, and even the iron horse among them, Parul, was showing significant signs of strain. Preeti and Sneha were sporting impressive bladder bulges, but Parul’s was bloated out far further than either of the others. If the other two were holding in 2 liters, Parul must have been containing 3. AJ’s bladder bulge was now the smallest, constricted as it was by the killing tight latex she wore under her clothes, which, to me, made her calm demeanor even more astonishing. She was walking along, keeping a relaxed face about her, talking and carrying conversation with me normally, and while she was not running around, her movements were not more than a just a little bit stiff. It was crazy for someone containing a 36 hour bladder like herself. I guessed that her bladder had calmed during the night, plus seeing herself so close to victory must have given AJ added adrenaline. But beyond everything else, AJ was simply blessed with an almost perfect ability to control her mammoth bladder, even when other big bladdered girls would be on the verge of erupting with piss. And make no mistake, because Parul, Preeti, and Sneha were all very big bladdered girls, and they were all on the absolute edge of a major eruption. By 9 am we had walked the grounds a bit more, and AJ stopped at a vendor to get a morning drink. “Oh, God! More water! I can’t!” Preeti cried desperately. Sneha was frantically nodding her head in agreement. I thought for sure AJ would give them hell for their admission of weakness, but instead she chose to emphasize her superiority by replying, “Then don’t. Obviously my bladder is stronger and can hold extra drinks. Unlike you three I can always drink what I want and stay in control as long as is necessary.” “We can stay in control too, but it’s been 25 hours! There are limits!” Sneha said with tremors in her voice. She turned to Parul, “Right, Parul? Tell her!” But to Sneha’s and Preeti’s dismay, Parul was already walking up to the vendor to get her own liter bottle of water. “Bottoms up, AJ!” she said as she began drinking it down, even though her legs were crossed over each other tightly as she did so. AJ gave a grin and began chugging her own bottle, with neither girl stopping until they were ¾ done. I knew these girls had determination, but this was a new level! Internally, I wondered how long AJ could keep up her façade, if it even was a façade, of perfect control in the face of so many hours without a toilet, and by the same token I wondered how long Parul could stand the pressure. Someone had to crack, and while under normal circumstances I would never bet against my darling AJ, the fact was she was containing an additional 12 hours of pressing pee. I couldn’t recall ever seeing her hold passed 30 hours before, but of course I had only been dating her for so long. Perhaps she had limits beyond what even I knew about… After another hour of walking around, AJ decided it was time for us to go on a guided tour of the Fort. I could see she was sweating and bending over every now and again from the toe-curling pressure of hot piss lapping up against her aching sphincter, but still my AJ was putting on a brave face and refusing to admit her need. Preeti and Sneha, on the other hand, were long passed the point of maintaining calm, openly crying out about their need for a bathroom. Only their misplaced sense of willpower to always remain dry in public kept them from soaking the ground in front of them. Parul was doing better, but the extra water had bloated her bladder out further than I thought was possible, and she was regularly crossing her legs and even holding herself at intervals while complaining that this was “madness”. So we began the tour, with my four bladder goddesses doing everything in their power to quell the ridiculous urges coming from their overworked bladders. AJ was still succeeding and even appeared to be showing some genuine interest in the tour. The very fact that she could focus on anything besides her horribly pent up pee was astonishing to me! Parul was also still containing herself, albeit clearly using everything she had to do so. In contrast to AJ, Parul looked as though she’d rather be anywhere else, and was not even looking at the tour guide, but rather kept her eyes straight down, looking only at the bulge of her mammoth-sized bladder and where she was walking. Sneha was on the verge of a total bladder meltdown, grasping her vagina openly for all she was worth while also double crossing her legs at regular intervals and kneeling down with them double crossed as low as she could possibly go. Preeti was doing an insane pee dance, which was making it very difficult for me to walk for an entirely different reason, and after an hour of touring she approached me, totally frantic, and whimpered, “Can we pleeeease return home?!? Pleeeease?!? I am bursting! This needs to come out!” Hearing this, Sneha roared her approval, “Yes, listen to her! Hell, even to the hotel at this point! I’ll piss in that foreign toilet, I don’t care anymore! My muscles are just too tired to retain this fluid further!” Preeti nodded rapidly at the suggestion, “Yes, even the hotel toilets! Something! Anything! Don’t make us keep these floods at bay anymore!” AJ snorted with glee at these admissions while I reminded the girls, “You know it has never been me keeping you from the toilets. It’s only your own silly pride to try to outhold my iron bladdered girlfriend that has gotten you into trouble. If you admit defeat to her, perhaps she will give you some mercy.” Parul turned up her nose at this, content to hold longer even as her legs shook, but Preeti could no longer bear the thought of not relieving herself. “AJ! AJ! It is true! After 26 hours I can’t hold any longer! I never thought it would come to this! I didn’t know this competition would go on so long! Please, please, stop with this tour and let us return to the hotel and piss! You win!” she stammered to my grinning girlfriend. AJ nodded, but then replied sadistically, “I haven’t won yet. You say you give up, but you are still holding it. You haven’t given up yet. I’ll only accept your admission when pee runs down your legs, but I have the only key to the hotel room and we are not returning to it unless only one dry girl remains. Outhold me or piss yourself trying.” Preeti nearly fainted to hear those words from my lovely, but determined, AJ. At that moment all of my friends had to know that they were done for. Seeing other members of the tour staring at her, Preeti gave a last-ditch effort to control herself and return to her position beside Sneha, but halfway there the urge to piss was too great, and she instantly returned to frantic pee dancing. I expected her to lose her load at any moment, but alas, the girl’s bladder was stronger than her willpower. The tour lasted another hour, making it 11 am upon its completion, and while Preeti was still hanging on, her bladder was in its final stages of containment. Her muscles were simply too tired to go on. As the tour group dispersed, Preeti stood in between us all and pinched her legs together even tighter than she had over the last two hours, but it was finally no use. A cascade of pee began pouring out from between her legs, drenching her and soaking the ground beneath her. I took a step back and so did AJ, to avoid being splashed, but Sneha was in no condition to move. As soon as the piss splashed up against her, it was over. Her sphincter was holding by its final power, and with this added complication it gave up the fight, and Sneha began emptying her 27 hour load right next to Preeti’s gusher. The amount of piss that was being forced out of them was mightily impressive, and even AJ was giving an unconscious nod of approval. Onlookers fled this way and that to give the two sodden, still-pissing girls some space, and after a few minutes of solid fire hydrant-like gushing, I turned and noticed Parul. She was gritting her teeth and moving her legs up and down in desperation, trying her damndest to hold on while watching and listening to her two best friends losing their battles with their otherwise unbeatable bladders. For a second I thought she would lose right away as well, but Parul’s bladder was stretched and aching and still holding, come hell or high water. Preeti and Sneha finally finished their massive streams of pee, and the five of us departed the scene as quickly as we could. AJ again showed her sadistic side by even refusing to return to the hotel to let Sneha and Preeti change into dry clothes. I sensed that her mood was worsening due to the strain of her bladder, compressed so tightly in her maddeningly figure-hugging latex catsuit and contained for 39 hours now. Parul’s own 27 hour bladder bulged out ominously, by contrast, as it had room to expand but also clearly was not going to be able to expand much further before a disaster would take place. Parul’s eyes also bulged out as AJ went and fetched herself a large beer from a vendor. She shook her head disbelievingly and finally refused to match my girlfriend drink for drink. “Any more and I will pop just like them…” she confided. AJ’s smile was as wide as I had ever seen it, “You see, girls, a true lady like me doesn’t need to cut back on her drinking one bit to cope with bathroom needs. She simply clamps down and holds it. Imagine if our hotel bathroom had been out of order? You all would be out of luck, but here I am still acting perfectly normal!” This was not entirely true, as AJ had been keeping her legs close together when the others were preoccupied and was sweating a great deal from her sphincter’s exertions, but she was in much better shape than Parul, and obviously world’s better than the sopping Preeti and Sneha. At noon Parul asked if we could sit down. Preeti and Sneha quickly jumped in to her defense and made it out like she wanted to sit down so we could eat, but it was obvious that Parul was at her limits and needed to sit to have any hope of keeping her flood at bay. The tides were rising and it was just a matter of time. Regardless, we had not yet eaten on the day, so we accepted this and found an open table in the shade, right by a food vendor. AJ, Sneha, and Preeti went to get the food and drinks, while I stayed to hold the table and keep Parul company. She was vibrating with the effort of keeping her pee concealed in her body, muscles strained and cracking and on the verge of breaking completely. “Your….girl….she’s….too good!” Parul said to me with a quiet dignity. It was not often that I got to see Parul exercise such humility and admit defeat when it came to her bladder. In fact, other than our last trip to Rajmahal Fort, I had never seen it happen! A big wave of urgency ripped through the poor girl and Parul grabbed her crotch with both hands, moaned, and rocked in her seat, fighting to keep control of her pee even a second longer. She somehow rode out the wave and stayed in control of the hot ball of urine packed inside her, earning my admiration. Then the girls returned, bringing pizza and drinks. Everyone had a soda, except AJ, who had both a soda and a second large beer. She had finished her first just before we sat down. I could tell by AJ’s body language that the beer was beginning to make its presence known, coursing through her system and adding a diuretic effect to her bladder’s already bursting state, but my girl could see the finish line now and continued to hold tightly, despite sweating profusely, both from her latex wares and from exertion. Sneha and Preeti sipped their sodas in dismay and ate quietly as they watched their iron bladder champion, Parul, shake and tremble and lose her will to continue fighting, minute after minute after minute. Her bladder bulged out exceptionally, but Parul was barely even attempting to eat and drink, such was her tunnel-visioned focus on holding back her enormous piss load. By the time the meal was finished it seemed that Parul was no longer experiencing wave after wave of bladder urgency, but rather one continuous wave that she fought with her very being to stay in command of. AJ was licking her lips as sweat poured off of the trembling Parul, her bladder finally bulged out to complete capacity and on the verge of explosion. For just a second, the tremors that shook Parul ceased, and she squinted and asked AJ, “Where…did you get…that beer?” Intrigued, AJ raised one eyebrow and pointed at a stand 20 yards away. Parul nodded, somehow rose to her feet, and walked very carefully in the direction of the stand. “There’s no way she makes it there dry,” Sneha said, just as Preeti observed, “I’m sure she’ll make it there without a leak.” The two looked at each other, but this was not the time for smiling, and so they remained stone-faced. What was their last hope for the contest doing? Where was she going? We watched as Parul’s squirming form, belly bloated out from the sheer volume that she was holdling, queued in the beer tent line, then bought a large beer just like AJ’s and slowly returned to us. Parul’s face was flushed and red as she sat back down, and without saying a word, for she was too tired to do anything else, Parul put the large beer cup to her lips and began to chug. Even AJ’s eyes were going wide as Parul continued downing the 1.25 liter beer without breathing once. In a minute, it was finished, and Parul slammed the empty cup down on the table. “It’s done!” she gasped. The prideful girl paused, winced mightily as the largest tremor of bladder agony yet shook her to her core, and then added, “And so am I.” In a flash, Parul tore off her clothes until she was completely stark naked right out in the open. Her bladder looked like a cantaloupe in her abdomen, and she groaned and held it as finally the pressure became too much to bear. A hard jet of pee began to emanate from her unclad vagina, hissing into the ground beneath the table. Parul grabbed her empty beer cup and stuck it under her to catch the flow. Her sighs of relief were attracting attention, as well as her obvious nudity, but Parul could care about nothing else but the relief she was finally feeling after over 28 hours of bladder torture, fighting an opponent she could not hope to beat even with an advantage. After 30 seconds, the beer cup was brimming, but Parul showed no signs of even slowing her fire hose of a stream, and so the beer cup overflowed and piss continued raining down on the ground beneath them. Parul’s eyes were rolling back in her head and her display of relief was so pronounced that even AJ was crossing her legs to keep from following suit. The deluge of piss continued on for minutes, and Parul was barely even able to consciously look at any of us until her stream had nearly died off completely. The girl had to have been holding close to 3 liters with how much she’d let out, and her newfound emptiness showed with her flat stomach. Blinking herself back into reality, Parul deftly returned her clothes to their proper positions upon her body before we all got kicked off the premise, but it took a good deal longer for the crowd that was watching us to disperse this time around. Sighing heavily, Parul stuck out her hand to AJ and shook, telling my girlfriend, “Good match. You were too much for all of us.” Our food finished, and the contest finally over, the five of us rose from the table and began walking. Without realizing it, we began to split apart. I was simply following AJ, who was walking back in the direction of the fort, while the other three were walking in the direction of the parking lot. “Aren’t we going back now?” Preeti asked AJ and me, “What more is there to do? And surely you must want to piss by now, AJ! We’re all impressed with your capacity, but we understand that even you will need a relief before much longer.” AJ, prideful til the end, shook her head viciously at this proclamation, replying, “There is no need for me to take a relief. I am not weak enough to just go because I have outlasted you three. Actually I want to keep exploring the fort and the fairgrounds around here. If you three have had enough, you can take one of the public buses home.” I knew the three girls didn’t want to take public transportation home when my car was right there in the parking lot, but what Sneha and Preeti wanted even less was to continue walking around in their wet clothes for the day. With a wave, my three friends departed in the direction of the buses, with Sneha getting in a last word of, “Don’t push yourself too hard, AJ! Use the toilet when you have to! It’s ok!” Then they were gone and it was just my lovely girlfriend AJ and me at the Rajmahal Fort. Once I saw the three were out of earshot, I turned to AJ and said, “Ok, baby, that was an amazing job! You’ve certainly proved your point to them! Now would you like to go to the car, or did you want to stop at the hotel first so you can pee and have a relaxing car journey home?” AJ regarded me, startled, “Honey, what did you not understand there? I said I wanted to explore the fort and I want to explore the fort.” “Baby, weren’t you just putting on a show for them with that line, to prove your superiority? You’ve pushed yourself really hard and I know that you must be desperate to relieve your aching, compressed bladder, no matter what you say,” I responded honestly. This worked AJ up all over again, “I am not the type of girl who stops what she is doing to take a pee break just because I am uncomfortable! This massive load of piss is contained safely and securely inside of me and it will stay there, no matter how much my bladder tries to blow it out and empty itself. I do not train my sphincter muscles for nothing, nor my bladder capacity, you know. Forget about toilets and let me enjoy this trip!” I nodded, “Ok dear, I will do that. But are you sure you don’t even want to stop to take off your restricting catsuit and let your bladder bulge out normally? Surely that would at least relieve some of the pressure you’re feeling…” “As if I can’t contain that pressure without a second glance! I’ll show you! And why should I get rid of my catsuit? I like to dress with it on and if my bladder decides to bloat inwards instead and cause me greater pressures, so be it. I’ll outwait it like I always do and for the last time, I am not using the toilet at the hotel!” she replied with gusto. I held up my hands, “Ok AJ, ok, you’ve convinced me. I know your full, throbbing bladder is making you irritable, but I don’t mean to say those things to needle you. I am only trying to help! But I’ll do as you say and forget about your bathroom needs, and we can simply enjoy the afternoon together.” “Good!” AJ said defiantly, and off we went to Rajmahal Fort. It was 1 pm, and AJ holding back an incredible 41 hours of aching bladder pressure. At 8 pm, after an additional 7 hours of sightseeing, it was finally time to head home. AJ’s bladder was now a compressed watermelon, doing everything possible to spew out her crazy 48 hour piss load while she heroically resisted. The afternoon had certainly been a memorable one. For the first two hours since our three friends departed, AJ had managed to keep herself under nearly total control, if only just. Conversation still flowed easily, and she took no more than a couple short breaks to regain her composure when a particularly hard spasm hit her. But as time went on, her voice began to get shakier. Her fidgeting grew more pronounced. Her sentences began to ramble on and then end midway through. And five minute rest breaks for our legs quickly turned into half hour squirm breaks as my stunning iron bladdered girlfriend fought tooth and nail with her bladder in her ongoing effort to remain totally free of piss breaks. Around 4 pm, her full bladder seemingly being pushed all the way up to under her significant bosom by the unforgiving latex catsuit, AJ suddenly stopped in her tracks. We had decided on a guided tour of the south side of the fort, the only part of it we had yet to see, and I saw AJ’s eyes glaze over as she fought with herself to pay attention to the speaker. It was for naught, as after 15 seconds of rigid, unmoving standing, her bladder fighting an all-encompassing war with her nearly overflowing pee on the inside while my AJ tried desperately to look calm and unconcerned on the outside, she let out a loud groan of pain and clutched under her bladder bulge for support. Her legs pigeon toed inwards for a few seconds, hot breath hissing from her lips as AJ gave all the concentration she could muster to the task of keeping her sphincter locked up against this new pressure of piss. Some of the group turned to look at her, but I quickly shooed them away, well aware of how delicate and precarious my girlfriend’s situation was. It took AJ a full minute to regain total control over herself, but even the biggest wave of pressure she had felt in two days was not enough to dislodge her clenched sphincter. I was amazingly impressed, as her 44 hour bladder had prevented even the slightest leak from escaping. Sensing disaster, I went to her and said in a low tone, “Honey, you’ve performed magnificently. Really you have. Let’s go back to the hotel and let you empty out before you disgrace yourself in public like the others.” I expected AJ to either accept my offer or at least think about it before refusing, but it seemed she had much more confidence in her current predicament than I did, because she replied angrily, “What did I ask of you once we were alone?? Do not mention my need! I am fine! It was a bladder spasm that felt like death, because this damn catsuit is giving me no room to expand, and so the pressure on my sphincter is constantly multiplied beyond anything you or the other girls have ever felt. But I am used to challenges like this, even after almost two days! I will cope and I will not stop to use a bathroom!” I was taken aback, but replied with a question, “So does that mean you will continue to behave normally and not act as though your bladder is full to the brim with boiling piss?” “Of course, dumbo! What else do you expect of me?” AJ shot back. I nodded, then walked away to a nearby vendor, only returning once I had paid for another large beer for my iron-willed girlfriend. Her eyes went wide as she saw my plan, but she steeled her face and body language and gave no other sign of her dismay. “Then AJ, if you are sure you are going to keep up with living normally, I know that you would have no problem drinking this beer.” AJ’s eyes were filled with contempt, for she knew the pain and desperation this additional diuretic fluid would bring, and yet her ego still overrode her better judgment and she spat back, “Even after almost two days without a relief, with this damned catsuit on, having already drank more than Parul, Preeti, and Sneha did just to prove a point, you’re still not convinced of my abilities and want to push me further! Fine! This is my THIRD beer of the day and I will contain it just like I have contained everything else!” With that, she grabbed the beer from me and hastily chugged the entire thing down in a single go. I knew the move would come back to haunt her, but AJ was manic in her conviction to hold longer still, and so I said nothing more. But by 8 pm we had seen everything there was to see, and most vendors were closing up shop for the night. Darkness was falling, and neither myself nor AJ was interested in paying for a second night at the hotel room. I am sure that another reason that AJ didn’t want to stay longer was that her iron control was finally slipping. The third beer had put her kidneys into overdrive, and within an hour of it I could tell AJ was being pumped full of new liquids desperate for escape. For the last two hours AJ had made only spotty conversation and had resorted to keeping her fists clenched at all times, either balled up at her sides or clutching the sides of her jeans that she wore over her catsuit. She was also stamping her feet rapidly every minute or two, finally having to resort to the measures taken by desperate schoolgirls to keep control of her massive 48 hour bladder. We turned in the hotel room key, and even while I chatted with the front desk associate, AJ was helplessly fidgeting around the lobby. I could not call it a full blown pee dance, especially after Preeti’s display hours before, but AJ was reaching her limits, both in terms of her capacity and her sphincter’s nearly untireable strength. Even AJ had a max, much as she wanted to deny the cruel fact. And even though I loved the torture she put herself through, I also loved her, and I was conflicted about seeing her finally push too far and lose control like the others. But not conflicted enough not to get one last beer for AJ for the road from the final open beer vendor… We made for the car and AJ curled up into a ball in the passenger seat, shoving her hands between her legs, and yet somehow still removing them from time to time to work on her fourth beer. The girl was insatiable when it came to bladder punishment. She was now out of the public eye, and so she was forced to do everything necessary to keep her pressing pee shut inside her spasming, painful bladder. “Are you ok AJ?? Is there anything I can do?” I asked with concern in my voice. It was not often I saw my confident girl in this amount of trouble with her unbreakable bladder. AJ took a moment to compose herself before responding, “You have no idea the hell of this catsuit, or of this pressure. I will endure! Just drive! Drive!” I nodded, fastened my seatbelt, and immediately gunned it out of the parking lot. I knew it was dangerous, but AJ’s words and her situation spurred me on with renewed adrenaline and I drove onto the highway going well over the speed limit. I knew it had taken hours upon hours to reach Rajmahal Fort the previous morning, but at the rate of speed I was driving, I figured I could get us home in 4 hours if I avoided being pulled over. With AJ in the state she was, it was a risk I was willing to take. At 10 minutes after midnight, our car screeched into the parking lot of our apartment building. We were nearly out of gas, and two times I was sure a police officer had seen me, but we’d made it. And AJ had also made it, by the skin of her teeth. She was full of surprises, even during the drive. At 10 pm, halfway through the mad rush home, I felt a light thunk against my temple. I turned and saw that it was the plastic beer cup that AJ had thrown at me….and she had thrown it at me because it was empty. The crazy girl had drank down a full 4 beers on a bladder that was already 36 hours full when she woke up that morning! She managed a small smile before returning to the unenviable task of holding all that liquid within herself a while longer. I just shook my head in disbelief and kept driving. In the last hour, AJ impressively seemed to have a modicum of control over her quivering sphincter muscle, and she was putting on a front of being used to the pain her totally overstretched bladder was putting her through. But when we got out of the car and began to walk to our apartment, AJ’s more than 52 hour bladder rebelled. Her overtaxed sphincter was trying madly to hold tight, but as AJ was forced to double over and shove her hands deep into her crotch, I wondered if the end was nigh, and so close to her own toilet! We rushed inside, AJ now finally doing a full blown pee dance as I struggled with my keys to unlock the door, and then we were inside! She had done it! With a cry of joy, AJ fled to the bathroom while I sat down on the sofa. I was absolutely exhausted from driving like a madman for four hours straight, to the point that I was ok with just hearing AJ’s amazing torrent instead of watching her spew out her piss first hand. I waited for a few minutes, hearing nothing of the sort, and got curious. Before I could investigate further, AJ came out of the bathroom, wearing only a skimpy pair of short shorts and a sports bra. Her body was covered in a damp sweat, evidence of the torture she had put herself through. And was still putting herself through, because I was also coming face to face with the largest bladder bulge I had ever seen! It really was like a watermelon in her abdomen. The bulge of AJ’s 52 hour bladder was perhaps one and a half times larger than that of Parul just before she gave in and peed herself, all those hours ago. “My dear….aren’t you going to use the toilet now? You did it! You made it back and through the entire trip, even though it went much longer than planned! You are a true bladder goddess!” I could see the effort in her eyes, and I could see how every muscle in her body was taut and wracked with pain as AJ said, “Oh no, honey. As you said, I am a bladder goddess, and I will prove it by behaving with a 52 hour bladder as I would with an empty one. I certainly…don’t….need a toilet (It took her an amazing amount of effort to add the ‘don’t’ into that sentence), but I only needed to get out of that airtight catsuit! It was squashing my bladder like crazy! I am settled and committed to holding!” She said this even as I noted that she seemed to be at her absolute limits. The white bowl was just a door away and had to be incredibly inviting, but somehow my AJ’s willpower was such that she could resist it, even while changing out of her catsuit just mere inches from it. I bade her to sit next to me and could feel her shaking frame. AJ’s body was not meant to be going through the torment she was forcing upon it, and I knew it was only seconds until she would break. She simply had to. But she did not. Midnight turned to 1 am, which turned to 2 am, and still AJ made no move to relieve herself, even as the shaking of every fiber in her body grew and grew. Her bladder jutted out unnaturally from her, but she would not give in to it, and even let me touch and stroke it while gritting her teeth to fight back a yell. The unbelievable amounts of effort she was putting forth finally did get the better of her…but not of her bladder. At 2 am, with 54 hours separating her from her last release of pee, AJ fell into a light, unstable sleep. Within five minutes of her going out, I realized just how tired I was as well, and sleep soon followed for me too. I woke up at 9 am and saw that AJ was also coming out of her slumber. Immediately upon waking she groaned loudly and reached out to caress her swollen bladder, which now nearly resembled a beach ball. She almost had tears in her eyes from the pain, and I wondered how it must feel to go from a peaceful sleep to waking up and instantly feeling the bladder agony she was feeling. “AJ, darling, perhaps a morning pee is necessary?” I ventured softly, not wanting to upset her first thing in the morning. AJ shook her head in disgust, “If there’s one thing you know about me, it’s that I don’t…need…to take morning pees. And that isn’t about to change now. I don’t care how big the pee inflates my belly. It’s staying put!” She said it even as her legs shook frantically from the strain of holding back 61 hours’ worth of ridiculously pent up pee. I gave her a few minutes to change her mind, but when she did not I got up and went into the bathroom to use it myself. I saw her crumpled catsuit laying on the floor by the bathroom sink from where she had torn it off to be comfortable again, or at least as comfortable as was possible in AJ’s present condition. I took my minute long morning piss, sighed with relief, and exited the restroom. AJ had clearly heard my stream, because she was now sitting up, clutching her bloated belly, and trying not to be overly obvious about bouncing up and down. I made us breakfast, as AJ was in no condition to help, despite her telling me otherwise while rocking on the couch, and we ate and drank in relative silence. And AJ wouldn’t be AJ if she didn’t consume two cups of coffee along with her juice for breakfast, which led to me marveling her bladder strength even more. She was primed and ready to pop, and still AJ refused to admit her need. With no plans for the day, we laid on the couch and cuddled and watched some television. AJ was the epitome of uncomfortable, shifting positions every minute and becoming more and more frustrated with her body’s failings. The coffee was her undoing, and it seemed she would simply HAVE to pee before her body made the choice for her. “It seems nature is calling. Perhaps you ought to listen to it…” I implored as AJ repositioned herself for the tenth time in five minutes, jarring me from a nice spooning spot. I was as hard as iron laying with her in this state, but the part of me that wanted to see my lovely girlfriend relaxed again was growing, even outpacing my tremendous lust for her bladder desperation. “If nature is calling, I am not picking up the phone to answer!” AJ swatted the idea away, crossing her legs and thrusting her hands in between her legs. As AJ’s desperation reached its zenith, she stood up from her seat and began squatting and fanning her legs every minute. Little moans of effort were escaping her lips involuntarily, and beads of sweat were pouring down her face and body once more. Her cleavage seemed like it was directing a river, and her whole body glistened. By noon, with an incredible 64 hours now gone by without relief, AJ’s desperation somehow reached even greater heights. She alternated between doing a pee dance that would put Preeti to shame, fast walking all over the living room, nearly sprinting back and forth, and then curling up in a ball on the sofa and bobbing her knees up and down recklessly. AJ’s sphincter was clearly passed any normal limits of exhaustion and was surviving to hold only on willpower alone. And while AJ’s reservoir of willpower was unmatched, so to was the astounding volume of the reservoir of urine within her maxed out, burning bladder. I kept waiting, and waiting, and waiting for the inevitable flood to come. Even AJ was not immune to nature, no matter what she wanted to believe. I knew she wanted to hold on longer, til infinity if possible, but it was clear she was done in. Her sphincter was mere seconds away from cracking and letting her floodwaters cascade out over the living room floor. Even AJ seemed to realize it when I looked into her eyes, though she still fought like a demon to contain herself further. With AJ’s pride still somehow refusing to let the poor girl empty her engorged bladder, I sat back to watch her lose control. A new wave of urgency ripped through my iron bladdered girlfriend, then another, and another. There seemed to be no delay in between the waves anymore. AJ was vibrating with need, her eyes going starry, muttering “Hold…hold…never pee…never pee…” under her breath, but she was teetering on the edge and I could see the dam was about to be breached. It was 1 pm, AJ on the absolute brink of destruction, a mind-bending 65 hours gone by since she’d had that relieving before bed piss, when my phone vibrated. I forced myself to tear my eyes away from my exploding girlfriend to check it. It was a text from Sneha. “Hey, do you guys fancy doing lunch today? We just wanted to show that there are no hard feelings about the way the trip ended! 2 pm at our usual café?” I read the text, breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked up at AJ. She could not be still even for a minute as I talked to her, “AJ – Sneha, Preeti, and Parul want to have lunch with us in an hour. I think it is a good idea. But I know you are in no state to be in public right now. Please, please, you have proven yourself above and beyond what is necessary. Go into the bathroom, get in that shower, cool yourself off, and piss to your heart’s content while you are in there. It will feel even better with the water running down you as you let out your own waters. Then we can both relax together and have a nice meal with friends. Ok?” AJ looked at me, her eyes going buggy from the pain she was feeling, and I could see her face go deep into thought for a full minute before she answered, “…….no, I will hold….” But her voice finally, FINALLY lacked conviction, and I knew that this time I could convince her, because she herself knew that trying to hold further was hopeless. She was seconds from wetting herself. “No, you will go and pee in that shower, and then we’ll go and get lunch. Ok?” I repeated myself. AJ stared me down until the pee urgency overwhelmed her, and after 65 hours she replied, “……Ok, I’ll pee.” That was it. The words had been said. I smiled widely, gave her a light hug, making sure not to rub against her bladder, which by now seemed to even be pushing her ribs up a little, and got a change of clothes for her and laid them in the bathroom while she slowly managed to rise from her seat for the final time. AJ clutched herself and half-walked, half-waddled to the bathroom, finally having hit her true outer limit and survived to pee in her own bathroom, gave me one more small smile, and shut the door behind her. From outside the door, I heard her clothes come off, and then a minute later the shower began to run. Maybe I was imagining it, but I thought I heard a sigh of relief a minute after that. 65 hours of holding, and finally my perfect AJ could be comfortable again…at least until her next hold. I smiled to myself and began to get dressed to go out. Epilogue I had picked out for AJ a pair of sexy tight jeans and a shirt that showed off her ample cleavage, and when she came out of the bathroom at 1:45 wearing it and looking slim, trim, and confident after her surely orgasmic release of pee, I couldn’t have been happier. My girlfriend was stunning! We walked to the café together and arrived a few minutes after 2, where Parul, Preeti, and Sneha were all waiting for us. We ate and drank and laughed together, and the three of them forgave AJ for her maniacal desire to see them all wet themselves in disgrace. All in all, I was amazed at how well they took it, although perhaps I shouldn’t have been, considering that peeing themselves was getting to become commonplace for the three whenever they travelled to Rajmahal Fort. AJ seemed to be forcing her happy demeanor, but I knew that she still saw them as competitors and that would take a while to fully die down. AJ had also found renewed energy after finally peeing, as she was bouncing her legs up and down to burn off the excess. It was clear we were all still tired from the ordeal, with AJ in particular sitting stiffly after we’d finished our meal and talked for a while. I was wanting to do with a nap myself at this point, so I bade the girls goodbye and tried to leave with AJ. The three insisted on walking us back to our apartment, which caused AJ to tense up briefly. We continued making small talk during the 20 minute walk, though AJ was speaking up less and less as we got closer to our destination. She even made us stop once for a minute on the pretense of having a cramp in her leg, “After all that walking we did at the fort!” she said. Finally we reached our building, and as the other three girls said their goodbyes and walked away, I saw just how much AJ was sweating, even though the sky was overcast. “Are you ok, dear?” I asked, concerned for her, and she gave me a curt nod. We went up the steps and into our apartment, and as soon as I closed the door behind us AJ crouched down on her heel and clutched her abdomen and crotch for all she was worth. “Oooooohhhhhhhhh!!!!!!” she wailed, rooted to the spot. I was dumbfounded and my heart was racing from worry, “AJ, what’s wrong?! Are you ok? Do you need anything?” “Oooooohhhhh! I don’t know if I could have lasted a second longer without giving in back there! Ooooohhhhh! So bad! It’s so bad!” she cried out. “What are you talking about??” I shouted in confusion. “I NEED TO PEE!” AJ screamed. Her face was beet red and she had yet to move from her crouch. I didn’t know what to make of it, “But you just went, dear! Do you mean to tell me you already have to go again??” At this, AJ managed to turn her head just enough so that she was facing me, and she said, “I didn’t go.” I was incredulous, “What do you mean you didn’t go?? I saw you go into the bathroom! You don’t have a bladder bulge anymore! You just went out and had lunch with my friends and acted fine.” “All…a…ruse…Had to prove…I could…do it!” she sputtered. In one swift motion, AJ rose to her feet, tore down her jeans, and tore off her top, revealing the catsuit, the same one she’d worn to Rajmahal Fort, the same one I’d last seen crumpled up in the bathroom, pulled to maximum tightness. She’d put it on even tighter than when she’d worn it out on the trip to the fort, and not a hint of bladder bulge showed thanks to the firm latex material. With a cry of agony, AJ unzipped the catsuit and flung it from her body. Now standing naked before me, her bladder was free to swell in all of its glory. It was somehow bigger than I’d ever seen, and her proportions were so enhanced because of it that it took me a few seconds to fully register what I was seeing. “You….you faked your piss? You went out and managed to act normally even though you were out of your mind with desperation?? It’s…it’s 3 pm now! You haven’t peed in 67 hours!” I couldn’t believe the explanation even as it left my mouth, but AJ gasped, “Yes! It’s all true! It was torturous like nothing you can contemplate! With the catsuit on, my bladder….felt like…it was occupying my entire….lower half….but I…I did it!” AJ stared at me, and her eyes were full of crazed lust and desperation. Before I could reply, heck, before I could even think of what to reply with, AJ flung herself at me and began kissing me with reckless abandon. I kissed back, so she kissed me more forcefully, hungrily. Before I knew it we were making out like animals, slowly staggering in the direction of the bathroom without ever taking our lips from one another. We reached the bathroom and I tried to release a little to give her a chance to sit down on the porcelain bowl and relax, but instead AJ pushed me into the shower stall. Her eyes were ravenous, though whether it was with pee need or fuck need I did not know. Hell, knowing the state she was in, it was probably both! Despite her bladder’s condition, AJ ripped the clothes from my body and squatted down, then started giving me an expertly done blowjob. I was throbbing like crazy from this turn of events, and it was all I could do not to cum. I let her service me for five minutes, all the while with both hands clutching her crotch as she fought to keep her pee in, even now. Her bladder suffering had pushed her horniness to new heights! Then I stood her back up, squatted down, and began to go down on her instead. When my tongue hit her clit AJ immediately shrieked and pounded her fist into her leg. “Fuck! No! No cumming! No pissing! Must hold it all! No pissing!” AJ screamed aloud as I continued to torment her with my tongue. She was sopping wet, but I did not detect a single drop of pee, only girl cum. After a few minutes of torturous licking, I reached around her and deftly turned on the water of the shower. AJ shrieked all over again as the water hit her, and she tensed up to an amazing degree, and I waited for the first fresh drops of piss to storm out of her cavernous tankard of a bladder. Still she held it! I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up, bent AJ over slightly, and thrust my hardness into her tensed cunt. This time AJ’s yell of pleasure was so high-pitched I thought the bathroom mirror would shatter. The amount of pain and pleasure she was enduring was mind-boggling. I could barely get more than half of my penis into her on each thrust, such was the volume of space contained by her piss-laden bladder. And she was so tight from all the clenching she’d been doing for hours upon hours that it was like a vice. I was having to stop and start to avoid cumming deep into her, and AJ was shouting constantly, “Never pee! Never cum! Never pee! Never cum!” while she writhed in agony. Somehow, my girlfriend let me have my way with her for about 10 minutes before turning the tables. She released me from her grip, shoved me down onto the bathtub, and squatted down on me, fucking me cowgirl style despite the immense pressure she had to feel every time she made her descent. AJ’s capacity to handle bladder pain knew no bounds. She rode me for 5 minutes before I couldn’t take it anymore, and with my own cry of agony I spurted deep within her. My orgasm went on for nearly a minute before I came back to reality, and when I did AJ had turned off the shower and was drying off, mere feet from the toilet. She was shaking from piss need, and the look in her widened eyes was one that was far beyond distress at her situation, but even still, AJ did not pee. She had not cum either, and I knew she was the furthest thing from calm as she stood and watched me get up. I took a deep breath when AJ said, matter-of-factly, “I can’t hold it. It’s about to come out.” She was fidgeting, and I could tell her twitching, overworked sphincter was completely exhausted. Her bladder was maxed out and then some. Nothing more could be contained in that beautiful sphere in her abdomen. “What are you going to do?” I asked breathlessly. “I’m going to get a beer,” my girlfriend with the bladder of steel told me, and she walked out of the bathroom she had last used over 67 hours ago to find the six pack in our fridge, still unrelieved. Alternate Ending I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up, bent AJ over slightly, and thrust my hardness into her tensed cunt. This time AJ’s yell of pleasure was so high-pitched I thought the bathroom mirror would shatter. The amount of pain and pleasure she was enduring was mind-boggling. I could barely get more than half of my penis into her on each thrust, such was the volume of space contained by her piss-laden bladder. And she was so tight from all the clenching she’d been doing for hours upon hours that it was like a vice. I was having to stop and start to avoid cumming deep into her, and AJ was shouting constantly, “Never pee! Never cum! Never pee! Never cum!” while she writhed in agony. Somehow, my girlfriend let me have my way with her for about 10 minutes before turning the tables. She released me from her grip, shoved me down onto the bathtub, and squatted down on me, fucking me cowgirl style despite the immense pressure she had to feel every time she made her descent. AJ’s capacity to handle bladder pain knew no bounds. She rode me for 5 minutes before I couldn’t handle it anymore, and with my own cry of agony I spurted deep within her. AJ immediately jammed her hands into her crotch, forcing my dick further into her indirectly. My cum had triggered my iron bladdered girlfriend’s pee need with renewed, unstoppable vigor, as another liquid that wasn’t pee made its presence known in and around her. AJ clawed at herself madly, doing anything possible to remain in control of the massive amounts of fluids inside of her. She rose off of me, climbed out of the bathtub, and began pee dancing frantically next to the toilet. “Don’t need it….don’t need it…don’t need it…” she chanted to herself, while her cramping bladder and flagging sphincter disagreed. In a last ditch effort, AJ double crossed her legs, squatted down in front of the toilet, clutched her vagina with both hands, and sat on her heel all at the same time. With her muscles finally giving up after over 67 hours of torment, she was resorting to brute force to keep her incredible load of pee inside her for a moment longer. But it was no use, because my AJ finally had to pee. With a primal yell, she planted herself on the toilet, removed her hands, spread her legs, and held onto her pee through sheer willpower and determination. My girlfriend, bladder of steel and all, made direct eye contact with me as the seconds ticked by, breath puffing shakily in and out of her, legs quivering, her unimaginable bladder load still kept within herself. Then her will finally broke, and piss flooded out of AJ’s vagina for the first time in nearly 3 full days. AJ moaned as loudly as I’d ever heard her, the pee streaming out of her in a complete torrent. The amount that she had kept dammed up was nearly unthinkable, and her tortured, tired bladder was doing all it could to force every last drop out immediately. The result was the thickest stream of piss I had ever seen. The hiss of it was easily louder than the shower, and Parul’s capacity was outstripped before AJ’s stream had even slowed down. This was a girl with a bladder to die for, and she had pushed herself to the absolute limits. It took 6 minutes for AJ’s impressive downpour of a piss to run dry, and when it did I went right back to her to kiss her again. Reaching my hand down, I began to frig her clit to give her the orgasm she hadn’t gotten, the orgasm she had resisted all this time, the orgasm she – “Stop!” AJ cried, squirming on the toilet seat. In an instant I pulled my hand back, “What is it?” I asked. “I don’t want to cum. I don’t deserve it,” AJ said with conviction. “What?? Of course you do!” I responded loudly. “No,” AJ said, a twinkle in her eye, “First, I need to hold it longer.”
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  8. Hi everyone, sorry for the long time away. Here is another story! I hope everyone likes it. It's also on Amazon Kindle here - http://www.amazon.com/Biggest-Bladder-City-Holditin-ebook/dp/B01DPW3Z74?ie=UTF8&*Version*=1&*entries*=0 And the rest of my stuff is on Kindle here - http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Ddigital-text&field-keywords=holditin Without further ado, here's Biggest Bladder in the City! I was on a date with my beautiful girlfriend Jaiya at the movies when we saw another couple in line for food. The cashier handed the girl an extra large drink and promptly her boyfriend made some comment, “Well Prahi, seems you will need to visit the loo before the movie even ends!” The girl looked back at him and laughed, “Oh, I know you’re joking Hans. We both know you’re going out with the girl with the biggest bladder in all the city!” Seeing a good opportunity, I instantly began needling Jaiya, “So, seems you’ve got some competition, huh? When was it you last relieved your tank again?” Jaiya stared at the other couple with annoyance for a few seconds longer before answering, “I let it out this morning at 6. You know a morning pee is all I need, honey!” My girl was also clutching an extra large soda, and I pointed out that she seemed to be on even terms with Prahi. “Pfft! I’ll bet that cow already had a piss with her lunch just a couple hours ago! Whatever, I won’t even look at a sign for toilets until I see her go!” Jaiya’s pride was quick to make its presence felt, even though it was now 3 pm – 9 hours since Jaiya’s strong bladder had gotten a relief. I knew she was serious about her self-imposed challenge and was looking forward to the show! It was not often that Jaiya pushed herself so hard as to actually get desperate, so I was hoping that Prahi was not bluffing to her man. We entered our theater, the same as Prahi and Hans by luck, and Jaiya started sucking down her soda before the previews even began. Prahi was doing the same a few rows down, which all but encouraged Jaiya to drink with more haste. The movie wasn’t 15 minutes old when Jaiya put down her cup for the final time. “Done. All in, none coming out.” Jaiya said simply. Prahi was still working on her drink, we saw, but seemed no worse for wear from it. Another hour passed and Jaiya nudged me, “Can I have a sip of your drink?” My large bottle of water was only a quarter gone, but I knew Jaiya was playing a dangerous game with already so much liquid inside. “Are you sure you can handle it?” I pressed her, pushing the drink to her hand. Jaiya lifted her shirt briefly to let me see the big bulge of her bladder, “Hah! See, I’m already handling quite a lot without complaint. Besides, I’m so thirsty, and a girl shouldn’t change her drinking habits just to soothe her aching bladder.” Before I could protest, Jaiya had downed half of my water. She handed me the cup, shivered, and was still. By 5:30 the movie had come to an end. Prahi hadn’t left her seat and neither had Jaiya, and both girls had clearly drunk an enormous amount of fluids. I knew my girl could hold longer, but it was clear she was hoping Prahi would end this hold and use the bathrooms after the movie. I looked close and saw Prahi was definitely standing and walking with her legs close, and her abdomen was jutting out, but she didn’t stop at the women’s room for a relief. Nonplussed, Jaiya also passed up an opportunity to use the restroom, though I could see her bladder was bulging painfully now with near 12 hours of built up pee! Hans and Prahi went next to the mall right by the theater, so of course we followed. We tried not to be obvious, but we had to see that Prahi was not sneaking off to pee. They stopped at a food vendor and Prahi picked up another drink, so of course Jaiya stopped right after to get a bottle of tea. This tea wreaked havoc on her bladder on the best day, but she wanted to show she was the strongest and could outhold Prahi even with disadvantages. Both girls finished their drinks quickly, and Prahi and Hans went to the clothes section for Prahi to try on lots of tiny outfits. We kept our distance, but Jaiya did the same thing. Time passed and finally it was 8 pm. Now Jaiya was majorly annoyed. I could tell she had to take a piss…bad. But her pride was refusing to let her, even with a bladder now exploding outwards from her belly due to the tea. Prahi had been pee dancing for an hour but still made no move for the toilets, which were right next to the changing rooms. Then, just as Jaiya entered the changing rooms again to try on a pair of low yoga pants, I saw Prahi dart out and into the bathroom. She came out a couple minutes later looking relieved as ever, and I saw her bladder bulge was gone completely. So it was a lie! She didn’t have the biggest bladder in the city by far! Just then Jaiya came out, and I made a fun decision. Jaiya was stamping her feet around and was fidgety, clear signs that her bladder was causing her lots of trouble, so I pointed to Prahi and said, “Look, Jaiya, after all this time she has stopped her pee dancing and is standing and talking normally. Face it; her bladder is just too strong for you.” Jaiya was too distracted by her mammoth stretched bladder to notice Prahi’s flat abdomen, and gritted her teeth responding, “She will break soon, and I will not at all. It is still hours I can last, even as full as I am. I’ve trained myself to ignore such urges for relief.” I pushed the issue, “Is that so? Seems to me you cannot even stand straight up and relax like a lady should. You should go and pee to keep yourself comfortable.” Jaiya’s eyes burned at me as she said, “That is ridiculous. I am comfortable enough just like this and do not need to let this pressure out to act normally. After all, it has been only 14 hours and I am used to lasting much longer than this at a stretch.” The words were music to my ears! Jaiya made a point to unbend her knees and keep her legs apart, though she was absolutely sweating with the effort to remain normal and unbothered! Finally at 10 pm the mall was closing, and Jaiya had to concede that we would not see Prahi use the toilet before having to retire for the night. We passed Prahi and Hans on our way to our car and by chance overheard them talking about meeting for a bus tour the following morning. Jaiya knew the location of the bus tour and her eyes lit up. “Probably Prahi is one of those girls who doesn’t even take a before bed pee or a morning pee when she wakes! She’ll still be full when she sets foot on the bus tomorrow. If I just hold until the bus trip, I know I can beat her still!” I knew Jaiya’s bladder capacity was ridiculous, but this was something else! “Jaiya, try to understand, you will be going on the bus with a 24 hour bladder! It is impossible. You will wet yourself without a doubt.” I told her sternly. But she was resolute, “Don’t be stupid. I will take a pill to fall right asleep tonight, and you know me. After my morning urge to pee out the flood, it dies down for a while. It won’t be a problem to reach at least 30 hours.” I could only nod as we drove back to her house. Amazingly, the night happened just as Jaiya predicted. She fidgeted rather madly when exiting the car and entering her own apartment, but quickly took her sleeping pill, pulled me into bed with her, and fell asleep without a toilet trip. I could feel her massive tankard of a bladder in her abdomen as she slept, piss swirling inside and boiling to get out. The next morning we got up and Jaiya was beside herself with desperation. Her morning piss pressure was almost too much for her, already having been denied since the previous morning. Only her determination to upstage Prahi kept her from rushing to the loo. Instead she gripped the sides of the bed and sweat with effort. I still neglected to tell her about Prahi’s pee at the mall, nor the good possibility that she had taken a morning pee today already. Jaiya made us stop on the way to the bus stop to grab a coffee, even though I told her that would surely bust her 24 hour bladder. “I told you it could reach 30 comfortably, and I’m not going to cut down on my drinking even a little. That shows weakness to Prahi, and I am too strong and too much of a lady for that!” Jaiya responded. We reached the bus stop just in time. I saw Prahi and Hans stepping on, and again Prahi’s abdomen was flat as a board, so she had taken her morning pee! But Jaiya saw nothing, as she was parking the car and finishing her coffee. We made it onto the bus with seconds before it left, and took a seat a few back from Hans and Prahi. Hans handed Prahi a bottle of water as the bus left, so instantly Jaiya pulled her own from her bag. “Are you crazy?? You don’t need to match her drinking that. You’ve already had a coffee!” I said to my girl. I didn’t want her to wet on the bus seat, after all! Jaiya looked at me fiercely, “Does she look like a girl who would not have a coffee in the morning?? Of course not, don’t be dumb! If she has that water and I don’t, she is ahead of me. I will go drink for drink with her. I can take it!” Jaiya began sipping, but I noticed her legs were crossed tight enough to press a diamond. She was having real problems holding her pee, but wouldn’t admit to such a thing. We continued the ride and the bus stopped at 9 am for a rest stop. Hans and Prahi were some of the only passengers who didn’t get off to have a relief, as the bus had no bathroom, and indeed Prahi was the only girl who did not exit, besides my Jaiya of course! 27 hours had passed since Jaiya had pissed, but she had told me multiple times that she was good for 30, so I this time did not question it. Prahi pulled out another bottle of water as the bus departed again, and Jaiya nearly choked getting her own second bottle down as well. I’d never seen her bladder so round and firm before, and I knew it was taking every ounce of her willpower not to hold her own crotch with both hands. Instead she simply gripped the sides of her dress and moaned. The next rest stop came at noon, and now Jaiya had hit her self-proclaimed limit of 30 hours of holding. “That bitch has been holding for 24 hours now, of course she will have to run off and pee!” Jaiya said triumphantly. But of course the truth was Prahi had only 6 hours separating her from her last pee, and while she was no bladder queen it was clear she had a large tank, so she made no move to get up from her seat. Jaiya’s spirit nearly broke when she realized Prahi was not availing herself to the toilets. “That bitch! How can she expect me to hold normally after 30 hours?!? It is so hard to keep in now!” she moaned to me. “You could just go and end the torture,” I told her, but Jaiya shook her head. “I won’t let her humiliate me like that. I’ll just have to keep my sphincter dammed up as long as it takes. Gosh I have to pee so bad!” The ride continued with Jaiya doing everything possible to keep control of her quivering bladder. It was bulged out to obscene proportions now, and she confided softly in me that she would not be able to stay in command of her twitching sphincter much longer. “You are strong! Don’t let her beat you!” I egged her on, and Jaiya nodded and resumed holding with double crossed legs and a hand tightly gripping her pussy. We hit some bumpy roads and I was sure that it would make Jaiya lose control, but she pressed it shut and kept it in valiantly. At 4 pm we took the final rest stop. There was no doubt that Jaiya would have to use it after 34 hours without. “My bladder feels like a lead weight in my abdomen with all the piss it is containing! I have never been this full, I am sure!” she told me between hasty breaths. And even still, she would not get up if Prahi didn’t. Prahi, I’d noticed, had been sitting with her legs closer together as of late, and after all it had been 10 hours since she’d taken a pee break, but I didn’t really expect her to need it. But I saw Hans asked her to accompany him, and after a slight debate she shrugged and nodded. Jaiya nearly screamed with relief just at that, and she bolted up from her seat after Prahi. I followed and watched as Prahi walked normally into the women’s bathrooms at the rest stop, followed by Jaiya, who was hobbling along for all she was worth, clutching desperately at her pussy beneath her flowing dress, trying to make sure that not even one drop escaped her aching abdomen early. Two minutes later Prahi was out of the women’s room, and it was a further two minutes before Jaiya was out. She finally looked calm and proper again, though we had to hurry not to miss the bus, such was the length of her pent up piss! When we were seated, Jaiya looked at my strangely and told her tale, “It was odd. I went into the stall more desperate than I have ever been in my life. I was sure Prahi would have a 30 hour gusher to let go of as well, so I held and held to make sure she went first, even once we were in our stalls. When I heard her stream hit the water, I let mine go, and I couldn’t even hear hers over the splashing I was making for a good minute. You should have seen the pressure my piss was leaving with! It really did want to get out of there! Then I slowed my stream and heard that she was already trickling dry, and once she left I started spraying like crazy again. It was definitely a two liter pee! Probably more! But hers….hers couldn’t have been more than one liter at maximum. I don’t understand….she didn’t go for so long! We watched her!” It was then that I finally gave up the ruse, “Jaiya, I must admit I lied to you. I saw her go at the mall yesterday, and she had no bulge in her bladder region this morning, so I believe she had taken a morning pee as well. But I have never seen you in such a state! You are so good at holding it in your bladder that I wanted to see how far you would go!” Jaiya first looked angry, then smiled, “You know, I do have a bladder of steel! I guess that means that even I outheld the biggest bladder in the city three times over! That’s quite an accomplishment, even for someone with iron control like me!” “That’s right! But I hope this isn’t the last time you show me that iron control! I want to see your bladder bulge and strain regularly!” I told her. “Don’t worry, honey! That’s my special talent!” Jaiya said as the bus pulled away.
  9. Hey all, here's a new story! It's on Kindle here - http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B019OVO90M?*Version*=1&*entries*=0 And the rest of my Kindle stuff - http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Ddigital-text&field-keywords=holditin I met Pauline in college and we had fallen for each other quickly. One thing I had come to notice about my girlfriend was that she had no trouble putting off her bathroom visits, even when it had been hours since she’d gone last. Pauline insisted to me that she didn’t have a fetish for holding, but added “With my capacity, needing to find a bathroom is never an issue.” It was during a road trip to the beach just after college that I saw her capacity truly tested for the first time. I’d picked her up in my car at her apartment at 9 am. “Ready?” I asked her as she threw a suitcase into the back seat. “Yup, yup,” Pauline replied with a smile, “Got up, took my morning piss at 7, ate some cereal, glass of OJ, cup of coffee, finished packing, I’m ready to go!” One thing about Pauline was that she was certainly not shy about talking about pee, even though she had no fetish for it. “Then let’s hit the road!” I said enthusiastically, and off we went. Almost immediately Pauline popped out a bottle of water from her shoulder bag and began to drink from it. “Thirsty, are we?” I asked with a smile, and Pauline smiled back and nodded. After an hour the bottle was all gone, and I would suspect that a normal person would have been considering pulling over for a bathroom break, as Pauline was now laden with her morning orange juice, her diuretic coffee, and a full bottle of water. Of course I considered this was basically nothing for Pauline, but just then she piped up, “Hey, can we make a pit stop?” I was rather surprised, but agreed. When we pulled in I saw the reason for the stop – this rest area contained a Starbucks. There were few things Pauline loved more than sucking down a Starbucks coffee or ten, and she promptly stood in line at the Starbucks while I used the restrooms, just to be safe. We met up back at my car with Pauline carrying not one, but two coffees of their largest size. “Thanks babe, but you know I don’t like coffee,” I said with a blush, but my girlfriend replied, “Oh I know dear! I got greedy is all. One for now, one for the road!” She set one cup down in the car’s cup holder and began working on the second coffee before she was even fully seated. By 11 am Pauline had finished the first large coffee, and soon after I detected the first hint of a bladder bulge forming in her midriff. She’d chosen a pair of tight jeans shorts that rode low on her hips and a midriff-baring short white cami for our journey, a fact that I had most certainly noticed. She began nursing the second Starbucks coffee, but more slowly, as it seemed her stomach had filled up with liquid. At noon we stopped for lunch, and Pauline had only drunk a quarter of her Starbucks coffee. She didn’t get out of the car when I did, so I gave her a quizzical look, to which she replied, “Oh, honey, just give me a minute. My coffee will be cold by the time we get back to the car! Here, let me just finish it off now.” Before I could respond Pauline had taken her coffee in one hand and tipped it into her waiting mouth, and thirty seconds after that she tipped back the cup, totally empty. She was breathing a little heavily from the chug and wiped a stray drop of Starbucks coffee from her lips as we went into the rest area. For lunch we had soup and sandwiches, and with it Pauline ordered a large soda. I was very impressed that she chose such a giant beverage after just recently chugging down her coffee, and apparently her stomach was still a bit bloated with liquids, because it took her nearly an hour to down the drink, even though we’d finished our meals long before. As she finished the last sip, I checked my watch. “We really should get going if we’re going to stay ahead of the traffic.” I said, just as Pauline asked, “Hey, do you think there’s a washroom in this place? I’ve had a lot to drink.” We both paused awkwardly, both from interrupting each other and from each having separate, conflicting ideas about our next course of action. With slight exasperation, I asked, “Baby, do you really need to go? We should have been back on the road half an hour ago.” To this Pauline laughed and flashed her perfect smile, brushing back her golden hair as she responded, “Oh, no, it’s no problem. I was just gonna go since it was convenient. I can wait easily.” “Ok, good!” I said jovially, rising with Pauline to leave, and to my surprise she actually took my hand and led me out of the rest area and back to the car. You didn’t have to beg this girl to skip a bathroom break - that was for sure. We drove off and managed to make good time for another two hours, but by 3 pm I could no longer ignore the nagging of my bladder. “I need to make a pit stop,” I told Pauline, grasping my crotch for effect. “Sounds good. I could do with a bathroom break as well.” Pauline told me, though by looking at her she seemed as calm and composed as ever. Still, she’d been holding for 8 hours and had drunk an ungodly amount of liquid, and I saw her bladder bulging distinctly over her tight jeans shorts, so I knew she had some serious pressure built up. We entered the rest stop and immediately found the toilets. I hurried into the gents while Pauline calmly walked into the ladies. After my one minute piss, long by my standards, I exited and was surprised to see Pauline standing outside waiting for me, sipping from a bottle of fruit juice. “That was quick!” I mentioned as we got back into the car. “Oh, I didn’t get to go. There was only one toilet and it was out of order, so I just got my fruit juice instead.” Pauline hadn’t been to the bathroom for just over 8 hours now, so I asked, “Are you going to be ok waiting until the next rest stop?” She brushed away my concern instantly, “Oh, it’s not a problem. You really don’t have to look out for the next rest stop. I’ll just hold it.” I knew she’d told me not to keep my eyes peeled for the next rest area, and truth be told Pauline was still showing absolutely no signs of actually needing a loo, but nevertheless I craned my neck looking for signs for the next turn off from the highway for her sake. 15 minutes later it came and I pulled back off the highway. I was sure that Pauline would be appreciative, but instead she regarded me quizzically, “Why are we pulling over, baby? We just stopped!” “But…I thought…don’t you need to use the bathroom?” I stammered, unsure of myself. “I told you, I’m fine. Really it’s no problem for me to wait. Let’s just get back on the road and get to our motel,” she said definitively. I paused to make sure she was serious, but when she didn’t continue, I shrugged, pulled out of the rest area, and went back to the highway. I tried to speed along a little faster than I would normally drive, all the while Pauline was sipping at her fruit juice without a care in the world. Sometimes her legs were lightly, casually crossed, other times she was sitting with them apart. Never did she seem even the least bit distressed, even though it had been hours since she’d used a bathroom and she’d drunk a very large amount, even by her standards. As much as I enjoyed her filling up without letting go, I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable against her will or anything. By 6 pm we’d finally reached our motel, 11 hours since Pauline had felt any relief. I was confident she would sprint from the car to the room to use the toilet, but she followed me calmly to the front desk to check in, then entered the room after me and laid down on the bed, stretching her legs. I gave her a few minutes to change her mind, then rushed to use the bathroom myself when she didn’t. When I exited the bathroom, Pauline was half-nude, because she was changing into a tight, sleek black dress! “I thought maybe we could go somewhere nice for dinner,” she said as she pulled on the dress. I noticed that it was taking her a little longer than usual to slip it on, which was because it was having to slip over a very protruding bladder bulge. Pauline didn’t seem to realize this, however, as I contemplated the idea that she still wasn’t desperate to pee. We were ready to leave at 6:30, and Pauline still made no move to the bathroom. “Do you want to take a pee before we leave?” I asked. “Good thinking!” Pauline said enthusiastically, but then as she turned to walk to the bathroom, she paused, “But we’re already ready to go. No sense in holding us up any longer. I’ll just keep my pee inside for now.” “Are you sure?” I asked again, dumbfounded. “Yeah, yeah, it’s fine. I don’t have to go that badly. C’mon, let’s go get some food!” Pauline was resolute, so off we went. We found a nice little restaurant with an oceanside view and thankfully the service was quick. We had our food by 7. Pauline wasted no time working on her large Coke, despite a 12 hours full bladder that she was keeping contained. I looked under the table midway through our meal and saw that she hadn’t even crossed her legs yet. My girl had emptied her glass by 7:15 and requested a refill from our server, and I figured that would be the liquid that broke the camel bladder’s back. She couldn’t possibly get fuller, could she? We were done with our meals by quarter to 8, and Pauline’s refilled Coke had also been drained dry. We got up and I caught Pauline rubbing her abdomen, which was now bulging up to her belly button. “Oh man, that restroom is calling my name,” she said with a snicker, pointing to a sign for the ladies’ room of the restaurant, but my girlfriend made no move to follow to where it led. “Do you want me to wait here while you go?” I asked, but she replied, in typical Pauline fashion, “Oh no, I don’t want to try and find it in this busy place. I’ll just have to cork it up! It’s really no trouble. I’m good at that sort of thing.” ‘Good isn’t the half of it,’ I thought, but I just smiled and nodded, and we went on our way. We walked along as the sky darkened, seeing if anything interested us, but alas, most of the shops were beginning to wind down and close for the evening. Just as we were prepared to turn back Pauline spotted a movie theater. “How bout we catch a flick?” she suggested, and I agreed. By 8 we were in our seats, both clutching small popcorns and medium fountain drinks, and by 8:15 the movie had finally started. As Pauline sucked away on her beverage, I noticed with something like awe that she still wasn’t showing any signs of desperation. Her bladder was just bloating up under her dress, but she was paying it no mind at all, engrossed in the movie. However, I couldn’t say the same for my own bladder, which started nagging me as soon as I drained the last from my soda, so midway through the movie I motioned to Pauline that I was going to take a leak. She rolled her eyes at me playfully and whispered that I should go before I had an accident in that case. I went, of course Pauline did not do the same, and I returned to my girlfriend as calm as ever, just finishing the last of her fountain drink. The movie finished up by 10 and we left the theater. I pointed out the location of the restrooms to Pauline, but she waved her hand and said, “Oh, no sense going here. I can wait until we’re back at the motel.” I didn’t doubt it. We returned to our room by 10:30, but as soon as we entered I could tell something was amiss. Pauline walked calmly to the bathroom to finally relieve herself, then I heard a “What the hell?” come from her. I followed her in and saw that our toilet, pristine and functional only some hours before, was now overflowing with water. It didn’t appear particularly dirty, but it certainly wasn’t usable. While Pauline stood there in annoyance, I decided to try getting our room switched. But when I went to the front desk, the attendant told me there was nothing he could do. “Yeah, I know your toilet isn’t working. There isn’t one in any room that is. We had a main water line burst. It’s getting fixed in the morning, but it’s out of my hands for now. I can comp your room for the night if you’d like, but even if it was just yours, we’re booked solid for the night. I’d have nowhere to move you to.” I sighed and agreed to his offer of the free room, then went back to the room to tell Pauline the bad news. “We can go somewhere else and find a different room with the money,” I offered, but she regarded me like I was crazy. “No, no, let’s save the money. A free room and all I have to do is not pee? I’m in every time. That’s never a problem.” I thanked my lucky stars that I’d gone at the theater so that I could hold on, but I knew that Pauline had not been afforded that luxury. In fact, as the clock struck 11, she had been without a toilet for 16 hours, despite trying to go on many occasions. With this knowledge, I asked, “Are you sure? I know you haven’t gone all day, not since this morning before we left.” “I’ve got strong muscles down there. And I have a large bladder, so I might as well put it to good use, right? Waiting’s never been a problem for me.” Pauline was resolute, and still showing no signs of needing to take a pee besides her inflated bladder region, so I shrugged for what seemed like the hundredth time today, and together we settled down on the bed to go to sleep. We awoke together the next morning. Pauline got up and I saw just how large her bladder had become. It looked as if another liter had been added to its capacity over the night, such was its distension. Pauline walked sleepily to the bathroom, but exited a few seconds later. “I forgot it was still broken,” she said with a yawn. “You must need it badly by now. We can get a move on quickly and find somewhere for you to go!” I said, throwing off the sheets. “Oh, honey, I appreciate it. But you don’t have to do that. It’s not that pressing.” Pauline told me, which I could scarcely believe. I checked my watch – 8 am – which meant that poor Pauline had been holding in her pee in her rockhard bladder for 25 hours now! And still she was not begging for a toilet like any other girl, but insisting that she could wait longer still. I was in awe, but still made a point to get dressed with haste. Not that it mattered, of course, as Pauline lazily dressed in her rather daring bikini before throwing a top and some yoga shorts over it. We left the motel by 9 and headed down to the beach. As we spread out our towel on the sand, Pauline glimpsed the water and said, “My, that ocean’s looking miiighty tempting right about now,” rubbing her bulging abdomen as she spoke. For a moment it didn’t register to me, but then I understood. But Pauline couldn’t really be considering wetting in the ocean after waiting so long just to use a toilet, could she?? I reasoned with myself that a girl holding a 26 hour bladder would consider most anything to rid herself of such a vast, heavy amount of urine, but then Pauline caught my gaze and continued, “Gosh, I’m only kidding! Get a sense of humor. I only pee in toilets, you know.” “If you ever pee, that is,” I couldn’t help but add with a grin. “Oh, don’t you worry about that. I’m building up quite the gusher in here,” Pauline bragged, rubbing her distended bladder. With that, she stripped down to her skimpy green bikini and raced me to the ocean, moving pretty well for someone with a near watermelon-sized bladder. The two of us frolicked in the water until noon, and Pauline showed no added signs of the water making her want to pee. Her bladder was like a vault on lockdown. When we exited the water, it was time to get some food. Neither of us had eaten breakfast, so we were fairly starved. Clad in only our swimsuits, we entered the nearest restaurant and ordered our meals. Pauline ordered a large drink to go on top of her 29 hour bladder. I couldn’t help but comment, “Are you sure it’s smart to get that considering your…predicament?” Pauline raised her eyebrows briefly, then understood what I was getting at, “Oh, honey, it’s no predicament. Besides, I’ll just go after we finish eating.” Her calmness was mesmerizing to me, as my girlfriend continued showing no signs of desperation while sucking down her large drink, on top of everything else she’d already consumed as well. It was just before 1 when we finally finished our meal, and as she’d promised, Pauline left the table to find a bathroom. “Let’s hope they’ve got one!” she giggled. However, while we were engrossed in our meal, unbeknownst to us, swimmers from all parts of the beach had come in and filled up the restaurant. Pauline returned only a minute later, making her way through the crowded aisleway. “The line for the women’s room stretches nearly to the door. Looks like this girl’s gonna have to hold it.” she told me. “We can look for another restroom for you dear. I’m sure it won’t be too much trouble to find one.” I responded as I got up from my seat. “Are you kidding?? And waste time we could be spending on the beach?? No thanks. I’ll just put my waiting prowess to good use.” Pauline told me resolutely, and with that, we returned to the sandy shores. The two of us played in the waves for another few hours, and Pauline’s skimpy bikini bottoms rode up her ass so far that it was like she was wearing a tiny thong. Not that I minded, of course, and I made sure not to say anything to the seemingly oblivious Pauline. And that wasn’t the only thing she was oblivious of. With well over 30 hours since her bladder had been emptied, Pauline was still behaving normally with me, even moving normally, despite the large lump resting in her abdomen. At 4 pm, 33 hours into her hold, we returned to our towels to rest and relax a little, and maybe even catch a few rays. Pauline laid down flat on her back on her towel and I heard her groan softly. “What’s wrong, baby?” I asked with concern. “Oh, no reason to panic. I guess my bladder is so full that it stretches my skin pretty taut in this position.” My eyes widened as I saw just how full her bladder appeared when she was lying on her back. It was a gargantuan mound protruding up from her lower abs, and the roundness peaked nearly at her belly button and continued a full inch above her belly button. “Baby, we can find you a bathroom if it’s making you that uncomfortable.” I said. “Don’t worry, dear,” Pauline told me, “It’s just the nerves on my skin that were bugging me. My pee is contained without problem.” “How much longer can you keep it so?” I wondered out loud. “As long as I have to. I can wait until it is convenient to go.” She replied without fail. We laid in the sun for a full hour before deciding to head back to the boardwalk. Pauline pulled her yoga shorts back on over her bikini and found that they were unforgivingly tight around her bulbous bladder bulge. “Oh man! There’s some extra pressure I didn’t need!” she told me with a grin, while I marveled at the fact that she said this while still not even fidgeting. We walked around and looked in some shops, then Pauline started complaining of a thirst, so I filled that need for her by buying her an extra large lemonade from a nearby stand. “An extra large, how sweet! That bulge down there may disagree with me, but it’ll just have to stretch some more.” Pauline said when I handed the drink to her. “You’re not maxed out yet??” I asked incredulously. “Haha I’m getting there, that’s for sure. This lemonade will be speeding the process up a good deal! The next toilet I see better watch out!” Pauline replied. “Why’s that?” I asked, playing dumb. Pauline didn’t skip a beat, “Because the highly pressurized jet of piss I send into it, after this lemonade adds itself to the load I’m holding, may just crack the bowl in two!” “Is it really getting bad? You don’t show it at all.” I stated. “Well I’m certainly not holding a few drops! But I’m used to it, so it doesn’t bother me. Those daily Kegels come in handy at times like this.” Pauline told me. By 7 pm I was getting hungry, so I suggested finding a restaurant for dinner and Pauline agreed. Her lemonade was finished, and the bulge in her abdomen was now astonishing in its size. We picked out a sitdown burger joint and settled into our booth seating. Before she sat, Pauline grimaced, then pulled her yoga shorts down her legs and off completely. She sat clad in only her bikini as we ordered our food. I asked her why she removed the shorts, and she replied, “They were cutting into my bladder something fierce! That lemonade really bulged me out! A bathroom trip would feel sooo good right about now.” “Do you want to find a bathroom now?” I asked. “No, no, after we eat. I don’t want my food to get cold if they bring it while I’m wetting away. I’ve filled up so much that it’s gonna take a while to empty out!” Fifteen minutes later we had our jumbo burgers in front of us, and without thinking Pauline got a refill on her large iced tea during the meal. We finished our food by 8 pm, and after wiping her mouth Pauline told me, “Oh gosh, I really have to hit the restroom now! I shouldn’t have had that refill of tea!” I nodded, as after a mere 37 hours without a bathroom break it came as no surprise to me that Pauline needed to pee. She got out of her seat and left to find the bathroom while I sighed whistfully at how long she’d managed to contain herself for. Five minutes later Pauline was back, a frown on her face and her ever-present bladder bulge staring me right in the face at eye-level. “What’s wrong, dear?” I asked. “Some girl couldn’t handle her jalepeno burger apparently. She puked all over the women’s room, so it’s closed for cleaning.” Pauline told me, still frowning in annoyance. “What do you want to do?” I asked, thinking back to how many times I’d offered to find her a bathroom only to be refused. “Let’s just go walk outside some. I need a distraction.” Pauline said. Off we went, walking and talking and seeing the sights…well, as much as a couple could on the boardwalk after dark. I became so enthralled in our conversations that I completely forgot about Pauline’s need to urinate. Part of the reason for this was that Pauline was still not showing even the slightest sign that she was desperate for release. She walked normally, talked normally, and laughed normally, the only difference being that her lower belly was protruding ominously in front of her. Before we knew it, it was 10 pm and we had done a lap and returned to our motel room. When we reached our door, it hit me – we’d never gone back to the restaurant so that Pauline could have her pee. “I’m sorry, baby! We never did get you back to that bathroom in the restaurant, did we?” I apologized. Pauline brushed it off, “It’s alright, you distracted me quite nicely. But I’m afraid I really do have to pee once we get inside!” We entered and Pauline hurried to the bathroom at the far end of the motel room, then came out with a look of despair. “They haven’t fixed it yet!” she cried in dismay. “That’s terrible!” I answered. “Do you think we can go to another motel for the night, honey? I’m sorry, but I have to take a piss very urgently.” Pauline stood up straight and still as she said the words, amazingly enough after 39 hours of holding. “Of course, baby. Let me go inform the front desk. I’ll be right back!” I said as I walked out of our room. Ten minutes later I returned. The front desk associate had offered to comp our room for another night, and while I was sure Pauline would rather find a place to let go her pent up piss, I figured I’d inform her of the option. Her eyes went wide when I told her and she hemmed and hawed, but eventually she said, “I’ll do my best to get to sleep like this. If I can manage it, we’ll stay. A free room is a free room, after all.” I couldn’t believe my ears when I heard her decision, but it was her decision to make. We cozied up into bed together, with Pauline’s look of discomfort on her face the only sign (other than her bulging abdomen) that she had to pee. I didn’t think she’d fall asleep with such a load, but within fifteen minutes we were both snoring away. I woke up the next morning alone in the bed. Grabbing my watch as I wiped the bleariness from my eyes, I saw it was 7 am. I briefly wondered where Pauline had gone, speculating that perhaps she’d left early to find a working toilet somewhere, when out of the bathroom came my naked girlfriend. She waved at me, noticing that I was awake, then went about the task of putting on her bikini for the day, a little pink job even skimpier than yesterday’s. The back was more than a string, but barely. It cameltoed nicely on her front, and showed both cleavage and underboob on top. Pauline’s lower belly was even more massive than it had been the previous night, and I noted that it had now been a full 48 hours since she’d gotten to let any pee out at all. I couldn’t believe she was coping, and then I stared at her and noticed something. Pauline was getting dressed into her bikini with her back to me, but she was moving…differently, somehow. Not with her normal grace. Almost hurried. And she was taking longer than she should have to step into the bottoms because her legs were making unnecessary movements every so often. After so long with no signs, it took me a minute, but I realized that my girlfriend with the bladder of steel was finally fidgeting and pee dancing! 48 hours of holding, combined with an absurd amount of drinks, had grossly overfilled her bladder to the point that even my iron-bladdered girl was having trouble controlling it. “Are you alright, baby? You look like you need a washroom in the worst way.” I observed, hurrying out of bed to start getting dressed. “I need to piss like a racehorse!” Pauline replied, “I knew sleeping on a bladder that stuffed with piss was a bad idea. Look at me, I’m bloated as anything, and now I need to fidget around like a schoolgirl to keep things under control! It’s pitiful, really. I should be able to behave normally like I always do, but I’ve been controlling so well for so long that my muscles down there are weakening.” “What do you want to do?” I asked, “Most of the shops aren’t open yet, and our toilet is still busted.” “Let’s just go down to the beach. I can’t think straight with the toilet right in here, taunting me.” Pauline suggested. I threw on some swim trunks and a t-shirt and we were off, Pauline clad only in her pink micro bikini. Being away from the toilet seemed to work in the short-term for Pauline, as for an hour she returned to her normal, jovial self while we sat on the sand. But her bladder was too full of urine to be ignored for long, and her legs began to fidget as one hour turned to two. Soon she was shaking and wiggling her bum on the ground to keep control over her ponderously full bladder. Once the clock hit 9, an unbelievable 50 hours into her mammoth hold, Pauline looked at me with desperation in her eyes and asked, “Do you think anywhere will be open now? It’s becoming so hard to control!” “I’m not sure,” I answered truthfully, “But we can try if you’d like.” “Let’s wait another hour, then,” Pauline said, to my surprise, “If we get up and walk all that way and get denied, I don’t know if I can keep it all in!” I couldn’t believe the words coming from my strong-bladdered girlfriend, but it was clear that she was nearing her limit. Still, we did as she wanted and waited an extra hour, to 10 am. By now Pauline was wiggling all over the place and gripping her crotch with one hand, cupping the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms to her vagina. “Shall we go?” I asked with concern. “Yes,” Pauline nodded, “Let’s go before I explode!” We got up, Pauline fidgeting madly and continuing to hold herself, looking quite the sight in her skimpy attire. I made myself concentrate on the task at hand, finding her a bathroom, and we set off at a moderate pace, as that was as fast as Pauline could hobble while carrying such a weight of pee. We searched for an hour, but somehow every shop we encountered had either no bathrooms, or an occupied bathroom, and Pauline’s desperation was such that she wasn’t thinking straight. Rather than waiting for a stall to become available, she would have us go to the next location in hopes of an empty one. It was as if she couldn’t bear the thought of having to stand in one place for more than ten seconds, and as I looked at the gargantuan bulge she was sporting in her lower abdomen, I couldn’t say I blamed her. “What should we do??” Pauline asked me desperately. I said the first thing that popped into my head, “Let’s go back to the sand. It helped you regain some control once. Maybe it’ll work again.” Biting her lip, Pauline nodded and we walked slowly back onto the beach. Pauline rocked back and forth. She was sweating a great deal from the exertion it was taking to hold her flood at bay. My idea had perhaps prolonged her hold time a bit, but it had not had the same effect that it had had in the morning. Pauline was simply too full with piss. She was bursting, and it had to come out. “Baby! Baby! My control is slipping! What should I do?!?” my piss-filled girlfriend cried, clutching with both hands between her thighs. I had no idea. The nearest bathroom was much too far away, and Pauline didn’t look like she could even get up again without losing her load. “Just try to keep holding on,” I said, “Do everything you can to keep it in. You only pee in toilets, remember? You told me that yesterday.” It was a last ditch bid on my part, but perhaps being a bit strict and reminding her of how strong she was would help her stay in command of her shaking bladder. “Oh my God! Oh my God!.....” Pauline yelled as she fought for control, “…………You’re right. I pee when I want, and if there’s no toilet I’ll just hold it…….even if it….Oh God!....even if it takes all day…..” With newfound strength Pauline kept her personal ocean inside herself. Her dam was on the verge of cracking, but through sheer willpower Pauline prevented even the slightest leak from escaping her iron, hurting bladder. Before I knew it, it was 2 pm and Pauline was still holding all her pee inside her stretched urine tank. Despite this, we were both hungry, considering neither of us had eaten at all in the day, so I ran to the boardwalk and returned with some hot dogs, French fries, and sodas. I looked on in amazement as Pauline, 55 hours of pee contained within her, still chugged down her entire soda. “You’re trying to make me pop by getting me that soda, aren’t you?” Pauline managed to say playfully. I thought that would be the final straw for her bladder, but then Pauline found resolve I didn’t know was possible and said, “Come on, I’m tired of sitting all day. Let’s go into the ocean!” I got up and walked towards the water and with halting steps she followed me. One hand was permanently on her belly, but Pauline fought through wave after wave of urgency and bladder cramp after bladder cramp, determined to enjoy herself despite her painful need to pee. Her smile was incredibly forced, concentration etched into her features, and she wasn’t able to move all that much due to the size and capacity of her overstuffed bladder, but her control was still monumental enough to impress me to no end. After an hour, Pauline was struck by a wave of bladder pain so acute that it made her double over in agony. With tears in her eyes, she held on, breath whistling through her clenched teeth. I asked if she wanted to return to our towel and she looked up and nodded, incapable of talking without losing her load. When we reached it she was moaning from the enormous pangs of pee urgency she was having to fight off. “My….sphincter….so….tired….can’t….hold….it….” Pauline groaned once she was seated. “You can!” I tried to encourage her once more, “You can! There’s no toilet in sight. Your only option is to hold it in even longer. As long as it takes!” Again Pauline nodded, but she was at the end of her rope. 15 minutes later she told me, “I can feel…..my sphincter…..trying to let go…..to let it….all out. I’m clenching….as hard as I can…..and then clenching….even harder. But it’s too much!” She was twisted up like a pretzel trying to stay in command of her aching sphincter, both hands jammed furiously in her crotch. I knew she’d never make it to a bathroom dryly. “Give it everything you have! Don’t let the urge to pee overwhelm you! You only go in toilets! Fight it! Fight!” I encouraged her, not believing my advice would work but spouting it all the same. It was her only option, and we both knew it. Gritting her teeth, Pauline threw her head back in a yell and clamped down even tighter with her sphincter. Her peehole was quivering from the strain, her muscle control being tested to its max, but still Pauline stayed dry. “I won’t pee! I won’t pee!” she said with fury, more to herself than to me. Her pee dancing increased dramatically as the enormous bulge of piss pressed on her overworked sphincter. That one exhausted ring of muscle, trained for years, was all that was holding back an absolute flood of pent up piss. Finally, it gave out. At 4 pm, with a hurting, bulging, mammoth 57 hour bladder, Pauline could finally hold out no longer. Her pee dancing had been increasing in fervor for the last hour, but it still came as a surprise to me when my iron-bladdered girl gave a shriek and lost a spurt between her clenched thighs. “Oh my God! Only toilets! Only toilets!” Pauline cried in vain, but it was no use. Another spurt followed. Pauline clenched her thighs together even tighter. Another spurt, longer this time. Pauline yelled out and pressed her thighs together so tightly I thought for sure nothing could get out, not with that and her hands and her sphincter of steel all trying to hold back the flow. But finally the pressure overwhelmed even Pauline’s ridiculous levels of control, and her pee poured out of her like a waterfall. Her bikini was instantly soaked, the towel was instantly soaked, and most of the surrounding sand was soaked. Pauline kept holding herself, trying to regain control, but her pee continued to get the better of her overtaxed bladder. It flooded out for another 30 seconds, then stopped abruptly. I was confused. Pauline’s lower belly was still bulging mightily, and it was clear she was still totally bursting. But I looked at her and realized that she was now continuing to hold! My iron-willed girlfriend had refused to let herself completely burst and empty, even after so long without relief! With pain, sweat, and a hint of pride on her face, Pauline stood up straighter and said, “Let’s please go back to the motel room.” I nodded and quickly grabbed up our sodden things, all wet with 57 hour old piss. During our short walk back, I noticed that Pauline was still desperate to relieve herself. One hand was in her crotch at all times, but there was a look of determination on her face that told me she wanted to finish this bursting piss on a toilet. She pee danced hard while I opened the door to our room, but still she did not give in. Once in the room Pauline sprinted to the bathroom. She gave another shriek, but this time I could tell it was a shriek of delight. The toilet was finally fixed while we were away! I heard a quick rustling as Pauline removed her damp thong bottoms, then a plop as she sat herself down on the toilet seat, and then nothing but the sound of piss hitting the porcelain bowl with an intensity more than I thought was possible. The flood was finally coming out, unable to be held a moment longer, but Pauline made sure to get as much of her flood as she could into a toilet, and that was as commendable as anything. Her crazy stream went on and on for minutes on end, barely drowning out her high-pitched sighs of relief. Just when I began to suspect that perhaps she’d actually started to run the tap for a bath, the stream went to a trickle, then stopped completely. Pauline, my girlfriend who never had to pee, was finally empty once again. She came out of the bathroom and started to apologize profusely, “Baby, I’m so sorry. Normally that’s not a problem for me, but it had been so long! I just needed it so bad! I couldn’t even think straight I needed it so bad!” “It’s ok, baby. You held it as long as you could.” I told her, giving her a hug. Pauline sighed a little and slumped her shoulders, “I know. That’s the problem. I held as long as I could and it still wasn’t long enough. I’ll just have to keep working at it. I don’t want to ever not be in control of myself like that when I really need to be.” She thought about it, then looked up, “Alright, I guess I’ll start my training now. Might as well, right? No peeing til tomorrow for me! And lots of Kegels!” I was in shock, “But baby, you just held so much, liters I’m sure! Your bladder is all stretched out, your sphincter is tired, and your kidneys are going to refill your bladder within an hour or two. Are you sure you can handle that??” Pauline smiled at me and replied curtly, “Oh, I’m sure.” For the rest of our week at the beach, Pauline never peed more than once a day. She didn’t have another hold of such crazy magnitude, but I was sure that day would come, sooner or later, and Pauline, ever prideful, would do her best to behave normally through it all, even with a bladder full past bursting and a sphincter quivering right on the edge of release.
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    female Anita's Control

    I hope this story is enjoyed by all. I actually liked writing it more than I liked it on second reading, but I still think it's a good one. Maybe a little more subtle than the majority of my stuff. As always, thoughts, comments, and ideas for future stories are certainly appreciated! Anita's Control I sat at the bar feeling a bit nervous. My first date in more than a few years, and it was a blind date to boot. At 35 I was in pretty good shape and certainly wasn’t bad looking, but I’d never seemed to make a connection with any woman for longer than a few months. Finally a longtime friend decided to set me up with one of her comrades at the law firm she worked at. “Anita is very nice,” she told me before the date, “she’s regal and comforting and makes good conversation. One thing I want to let you know about though – she’s 47. Is that alright?” I shrugged and replied that it was. What did I have to lose, after all? Anita had let me know over the phone that she would be wearing a red dress so that I would know it was her, and sure enough, right on time at 6 pm, in walked a buxom blonde in a tight red dress. I waved her over, internally thanking my friend for her good taste in women, because Anita was truly a stunner! We got some drinks and began perusing the menu for our dinner, and Anita had already drained her water and asked for a refill, along with a beer, by the time we ordered. I got a beer as well and sipped it as we chatted. Anita was charming, and by the way she was looking at me I could tell she was very much enjoying our date. We ate and kept talking, and before I knew it, it was 8 pm! I had finished my water and two beers and noticed an acute urge to visit the facilities. I looked over at Anita, who had consumed the same as me, plus an extra water, and surprisingly she seemed in no distress. I figured she was putting on a good front, so I said, “Hey, I think I’m going to hit the bathrooms. Shall I show you where the ladies’ is?” Instead of accompanying me as I’d suspected, Anita replied with a frown, “Oh no, go ahead if you must. I can control such things.” Taken aback, I turned and went, the whole time replaying her words in my head and not making sense of them. Could she really be implying that she’s got a strong bladder? We stayed for one more hour and had another beer each, and by the time we decided to call it a night around 9 I had to pee once more. “I’m sorry, I have to use the bathroom again before we go. Are you quite sure you don’t want to go?” I asked, curious as to her answer. After all, despite her confidence in her bladder, I knew Anita hadn’t taken a pee in at least 3 hours and had consumed a liter and a half of beer and a liter of water in that time. I also knew that women’s bladders tended to get weaker as they got older, so I figured this time she would take heed and join me in relief. “Do I look like I’m in distress? It is no problem for me to wait,” Anita told me with a smile. And so I went, peed again, took her to her car, and we arranged to meet again. I had really enjoyed our time together and was looking forward to another meeting, but I was also fascinated by Anita’s seeming refusal to relieve herself. Was she pee shy, or did she really possess a bladder of steel like she claimed? We had a myriad of dates over the next few weeks, of varying length, and after each of them I went to the bathroom and asked if Anita (who of course had not gone once the entire time) would like to accompany me. Her responses were: 1. “I’m fine. You go on ahead, dear.” – after another long dinner. 2. “I can wait. It was just one movie, after all.” – after a 3 hour movie with lunch beforehand. 3. “That’s not necessary. I don’t need it right now.” – after 6 hours of wandering the city and looking in museums. 4. “Certainly not. Don’t worry, I’m a woman you can take out and not have to worry about finding facilities for.” – after another 3 hour dinner, this time with even more to drink than our first date! Every time she denied herself the restroom I became more aroused and excited and simply fascinated by her. Part of me desperately wanted to tell her how much I enjoyed her ability to wait, but another part of me was more curious. I wanted to see how far she would push herself normally, without explicitly knowing what she was doing to me. Finally one day I got my opportunity to be with her for an extended period of time. Anita’s law firm was sending her to a conference three hours away in a neighboring city, and she’d invited me to come with her “and keep me from going crazy from the boredom of it all.” I picked her up and we left her house at 9 am. I’d arrived an hour earlier to have breakfast with her and saw the light in her bathroom window switched on, then switch off a couple minutes after I rang her doorbell, so I assumed she’d had her morning pee at 8. It was hot in the car, so Anita consumed a bottle of water during the ride, and by noon we had arrived at our hotel (provided by the conference, so free of charge!). When we went into the room I immediately made use of the toilet, then asked if she wanted to relieve herself to be comfortable before the conference started. “Oh darling, I am fine. I will last the conference comfortably.” I expected this answer but still enjoyed hearing it. Ten minutes later and we were off to the conference building. When we reached the building, we quickly made our way to the lobby. A large group, perhaps 50 people, was milling outside of a set of double doors that led to the auditorium the conference would be taking place in. There was a table set up with refreshments, including a few pots of coffee, mostly untouched, and I overheard a few of the lawyers, men and women, talking near the refreshments table, saying, “Gosh, can you remember last year’s conference?” “I know, it ran so long!” “God, I was bursting for the loo by the end of it and that last speaker wouldn’t shut up long enough for me to go!” “I know, I think everyone learned their lesson this year. I know I’m not having any of that coffee beforehand!” I saw that Anita had heard their conversations as well and needled her, “Do you hear them? Are you sure you don’t need to pee before the presentations start?” Anita huffed at me, “Oh yes, I’ve been to these conferences before. I can control myself much better than that.” With that, my date slid her way passed the grouping of complainers and poured herself a large cup of black coffee. A few in their number kind of made eyes in her direction, but Anita just smiled them off and returned to my side. “They should really learn the benefits of waiting,” she said to me as the doors opened up. The conference was, in a word, boring as all hell. Anita had been right about that. I can honestly say I barely listened to a word of it after the first twenty minutes, instead focusing on how good my date looked in her sharp pantsuit. I also noticed that her large coffee was finished before the first hour. Still, she showed no signs of it, and after an eternity, 3:30 rolled around and we received an hour break for lunch. Anita snickered just a little as we saw a gaggle of conference-goers with bursting bladders quickly go to the restrooms. That meant we were among the first people to reach the restaurant located adjacent to the conference building, and we had ourselves a nice, simple lunch of sandwiches and sodas. Anita was making small talk with the waitress as she brought us our check a little after 4, and when the waitress learned of the conference and noticed Anita’s empty glass of soda, she told my date, “I’ve had a lot of customers come in from different conferences over there. Sounds like they’re no fun at all. The bathroom is over there, by the way. You’ll wanna be able to concentrate when you go back, am I right? Haha!” Anita smiled politely but replied, “Oh, honey, I’m much closer to getting a refill than needing to use the bathrooms, but thank you for the offer.” Sheepishly, I then thanked the waitress for the information and snuck off to use the bathroom. I didn’t think my bladder could take another 3 hours of law theory. Then we departed back to the conference building. Anita got herself one more coffee before going inside, then poured one for me before I could refuse, and we headed back into the conference room. Again, within an hour she’d downed her own, while I had barely touched mine. Truth be told, I’m not much a fan of black coffee, so when Anita looked over and motioned to my full cup, I whispered this to her. “No matter, I’ll have it then,” she replied easily, taking my cup and starting to sip. It was 6 by the time Anita had finished that one as well, and with all the drinks she was building up in her bladder and after 10 hours of holding time I knew she had to be feeling it! But I stared at her and still saw no signs that she needed a bathroom. Her demeanor was absolutely pleasant. Just like the previous year, the conference ran long, finally finishing up at 8 pm, but after 12 hours without a pee Anita was only absentmindedly crossing her legs from time to time. I wasn’t even sure it was due to pee need more than just general comfort. Again almost everyone in the room made their way to the bathrooms (and some with haste) once they were let out, but again Anita was not among them. I asked her what she wanted to do and she suggested dinner, so off we went to a fancier restaurant across town that she knew of. When we reached it around 8:30, we took our seats and I thought that now, surely now, Anita would excuse herself to use the restroom before our meal. But she stayed put, so after we ordered drinks I acknowledged it, “Well dear, you certainly were correct! You made it through the whole conference comfortably, even with the coffee!” Anita gave a little laugh at my blatant statement, then replied, “Mhm, it was no problem at all. I control myself well, I think, even when I start to need it.” “You really don’t need it, even now?” I ventured daringly. Anita gave me a quizzical look, then replied, “What are you talking about? I have dinner with you like this all the time. You know I don’t go at dinner.” I was left speechless, realizing that every time we’d eaten dinner together Anita had been holding her bladder for the entire day going into it! That was all the conversation we made about her bladder during the dinner, and as usual we stayed after our meal to chat, so when we eventually got up to leave it was 11 pm. We’d had a few alcoholic beverages, and I’m sure as we got up Anita expected me to make my customary trip to the bathroom before we returned to the hotel. But instead I said playfully, “Well I for one am certainly not going to use the bathroom before we leave. Dare ya to skip the bathrooms with me!” At this Anita gave a wry smile, “Challenge accepted, sir. As if I was going to go anyway!” I saw a distinct bulge in her abdomen as we left the restaurant. At 11:30 we reached the hotel room and I instantly made my way to the bathroom to let out my pee. After skipping my after dinner pee I had to go quite badly! I was halfway through my noisy gusher when I heard Anita shout, “Can you shut the door or something to keep it down? You’re not making it any easier for me out here!” Confused, I shut the door with my free hand and finished my pee. When I exited the bathroom I asked her, “Why did you want me to shut the door?” Anita was sitting on the bed, lightly rubbing her swollen abdomen, “Oh, it’s alright dear. Hearing you go like that just made my bladder have some empathy pangs. It’s nothing I can’t control. I shouldn’t have even said anything.” “Are you not going to go before bed? You haven’t gone all day. I figured you’d want to be able to sleep!” I responded incredulously. Now Anita looked at me with annoyance, clearly perturbed that her perfect composure was being questioned, “Honestly, dear, I’m just a bit uncomfortable. I’m not wetting myself. I’ll be just fine.” I couldn’t believe it, but at midnight, after 16 hours without a pee break, Anita gingerly laid down on her side to sleep next to me. I couldn’t resist, putting my hand on the swell of her bladder as I spooned her, and after a groan she whispered to me to please move my hand, for it was making it hard to sleep. I did as she asked, instead groping her breast to elicit a much more pleasurable groan, and we drifted off to sleep like that. When we awoke the next morning, I checked my phone and discovered it was 8 am. To my left, Anita was just starting to stir. Her bladder had clearly grown during the night, now jutting out burstingly from her slim abdomen. It had now been an astonishing 24 HOURS since she had taken a pee to relieve her enormous building pressure, and Anita moaned quietly in pain as she forced herself to sit up and compress the mass of water inside her. I assumed her sphincter had to be tiring, but Anita allowed herself no more than a quick squeeze of her crotch before rising to her feet. Instead of making her way to the bathroom in just her panties, she began getting dressed for the day. I was more than impressed, but I also had my own morning pee to let out, and this need won out over my need to watch my beautiful date. As I entered I decided to experiment, again not shutting the door before starting my stream. Not five seconds after I started I heard, “Honestly! Can you please shut that door? I haven’t gone in quite some time!” I was in heaven hearing Anita, my strong-bladdered woman, talk so openly about her need, but I did as she asked and finished my pee with the door firmly shut. When I exited the bathroom Anita was dressed in another of her sharp-looking pantsuits, and she gave me a smirk while wiggling her bum a bit, “You really need to learn some manners when you’re with a lady. Hearing you go makes my bladder very unhappy!” She shook her head at me playfully, then asked me what we should do with our day. I thought about it and suggested sightseeing, since I had never been in this city before. Anita laughed her warm laugh, explaining that she’d been here many times and knew all the sites, so even though it would be boring for her, she would take me around and show them to me. I dressed and we walked to the door, then I stopped and asked, “Aren’t you going to use the toilet before we check out? It looks like you really need it.” “Just because I am very uncomfortable does not mean I need behave like a young girl. I can control myself.” We left and ventured into the city. For someone holding a brimmingly full bladder, Anita was still quite a capable tour guide. Her steps were becoming shorter and her breathing labored at times, but otherwise she just looked like she was feeling some discomfort, not like someone who had been holding her bladder for hours on end. By noon I was ready for lunch, so Anita took me to a nice little pub at the far end of the city. It was 28 hours since her last pee and it had become crystal clear that it was getting very difficult for her to push her need to the back of her mind and focus on anything else. As we were seated I noticed her bladder was swollen to massive proportions, and her pantsuit looked extraordinarily tight, cutting into her quivering abdomen. While we perused the menu I suggested having some fun and ordering beers with our meal, to which Anita replied, “Do you want me to lose my load? I’ve been holding for over a day and you want me to drink more??” Before I could respond, Anita continued, “But I am a lady and my bladder does not control me or my decisions, so yes, I would like to have some beer.” One lunch and two beers each later, Anita was clearly in some serious bladder pain. She was sitting straight up and her knees were pressed together tightly. Between huffs and puffs, she still asked me if I wanted to continue looking around the city, but truthfully I was tired of it, so I told her we could just return home. Anita nodded, took a deep breath in as she rose from her seat, her pee now sitting heavily inside of her, and we went back to the car. I was sure Anita would want to stop on the way home to pee, but amazingly she did not, though when we reached her place at 4 pm I had no doubt she was nearly exploding with pee. The diuretic effects of the beer had taken full effect on Anita, and as she waddled inside, she had no choice but to undo the top button on her pants. There was simply no room left in them to keep them from tearing. A quick look at her now-revealed abdomen showed a bladder that might have been swelled to 3 liters in capacity. Anita had been holding this ponderous load for 32 hours now, and while she clearly NEEDED some relief, her massive, cavernous bladder stayed shut. I followed her in and we sat on her couch and chatted. Another hour and it made 33 for Anita’s bladder. Her skin was now stretched white and she was rocking back and forth in her seat. “Anita, do you still not wish to relieve yourself? You look like you’re about to burst!” I commented honestly. This time Anita admitted, “You are right, I am finally going over my maximum limits. I feel near to exploding, because surely my bladder can’t stretch anymore.” “It’s alright, even people with iron bladders need to pee sometimes.” I told her. “Unfortunately you are right, and it looks like I have reached that point. I need it so badly I can barely think. As much as I try to resist it, I can’t do it any longer. My poor bladder of steel can’t hold it anymore. Would you mind terribly if I went and used my own toilet now?” I looked my beautiful Anita up and down and realized that she was on the absolute verge of an accident, white knuckled, legs shaking and beginning to scissor, face matted with sweat. I nodded that I would have no problem with her finally having a pee, and no sooner had I said that than she bolted up off the sofa and walked hurriedly to her upstairs bathroom. I followed, of course, and was in awe of the fact that even at this extreme level of desperation Anita refused to use her hands to help her hold while she walked. She entered the bathroom, pulled down her unbuttoned pants, sat on the cold, seldom used toilet seat, and relaxed her sphincter muscles and gargantuan bladder for the first time in just over 33 hours. “Ooooooooooooh…..” Anita sighed as the pee stream began to leave her aching bladder. There was no gradual increase in the stream. Clearly Anita was at her limits, because the pee burst out of her with a force. Like a tap on full blast and then some, Anita let loose her flood of pee into the pristine toilet bowl. I couldn’t imagine holding even a sliver of what she was letting out as the pee kept coming with no signs of stopping. After a couple minutes Anita had her wits about her again, though her pee was still going strong, and she apologized to me, “I am sorry you have to see me like this. I am normally a strong and in control woman, not a weak one like now. It’s only been a few minutes and I can already feel myself emptying. I need to practice more. I shouldn’t ever have to find myself in this state.” I hugged her as the pee kept flowing from her, “It’s alright dear. I thought you did a fantastic job controlling your needs.” She looked at me, face full of relief, and asked, “Now that you’ve seen me like this, are you alright with me waiting like this in the future? I do not like peeing, even when it is absolutely necessary.” At this, I smiled widely, “I hope you keep trying to control it even when you’re at your limits.” She nodded and hugged me, still on the toilet and still peeing strongly five full minutes after she’d started, and I knew that my time with Anita would be unforgettable.
  12. holditin

    My Girlfriend

    Yeaaaaaah......This is my story. I wrote it a while back, and it's called My Tomboy Girlfriend. Here's the link from my Deviantart page. http://thatcoolguy11.deviantart.com/art/My-Tomboy-Girlfriend-428810073 I'm really happy that people are enjoying it, but please don't try to post it like it's your own work.
  13. holditin

    female She Can Wait

    Here's my latest story. It's an attempt by me to write a story similar to those by Rexone, for those of you who are familiar with his work. I tried to imitate everything from his characters and dialogue to his writing style. The hold time is fairly extreme, but for those of you (like me) who like that sort of thing, I hope it is a plus. I hope everyone enjoys it! And as always, ideas for future stories are more than welcome! Some time ago I had a fascinating girlfriend named Ebony, not fascinating for her looks (though she was very attractive!), or for her personality (though she was smart, funny, everything I like in a girl), but fascinating for her habit – she would always try her hardest to pee as infrequently as possible. It didn’t matter if she was out in public or by herself in her apartment. When I saw her, Ebony would doubtlessly be putting her habit into effect (and putting her bladder into use) by holding her pee, even when she was obviously desperate to go. I didn’t understand her habit, but it didn’t affect our relationship. She had no problem with me peeing when we were out, in fact she seemed even a bit smug to be able to wait so much longer than I could. And as long as I didn’t have to hold it myself, I didn’t mind if she indulged herself, at least in the beginning. At first when I discovered her pee holding, I was dumbfounded. Then, after doing some googling, I suspected it was for fetish. But she denied this countless times, and I’m sure she was telling the truth. She got no physical pleasure from straining her bladder, but mentally she simply had to be in control of it. There was no real reason for this, she couldn’t think of one even when pressed, but nevertheless Ebony needed to be in total control of the building, burning liquid inside her, no matter how long she’d already contained it for. I couldn’t understand it, but eventually it frustrated me that she continued to hold on when relief was so easy to obtain. Finally I couldn’t hold my tongue anymore. One day we decided to go to a big amusement park together. I picked Ebony up at 8 am sharp outside her apartment, and she looked so sexy! Another thing Ebony followed with fervor was to dress in as tight and restricting clothing as possible, because to her that was as sexy as it gets! So she’d opted for a very tight white t-shirt and skintight jeans…except neither were skintight, because she’d managed to fit them over a restricting black catsuit, one obviously much too small for her hourglass frame. I knew she’d be sweating the moment we got to the park, but this was normal for her, so I didn’t mention that. I did decide to needle her a bit about her feminine needs, however, asking, “My God, honey, you look fantastic! Better than ever! But…how will you take a pee when you need to go at the park? I don’t see a zipper on that catsuit, and anyway it’s much too much of a hassle to take it off to do such things.” Ebony gave me a frown as she told me in no uncertain terms, “Come on now baby. Why do you ask me these questions? Of course I will not need relief when we are out, or at all for that matter! That silly girl need is no need of mine! I let my flood free at midnight, if you must know, so today I will be totally comfortable.” I couldn’t help but scoff at this, “Ebony, I know you are good at controlling yourself, but even you said yourself that you needed a relief last night! I know you will need it again! Just stop this game and pee when you need to!” Now Ebony bristled at me, “Oh why don’t you shut up?! I’m enough of an adult not to need to pee if I don’t want to! So how bout this – not only will I not pee for as long as it takes to convince you I’m above such a trite and silly need, but if my head gets crazy in the heat and I ask you for a bathroom, which I won’t, by the way, because I can control such things, but even if I do, you should tell me no and to hold longer, and I will. I am the master of my bladder, even when it’s bursting, and I’ll prove it to you!” My eyes widened at this challenge, “Well darling I gladly accept, but just so you know, I may take a long time to convince.” But Ebony was resolute, “Then I will hold it a long long time!” As we drove out to the amusement park, I couldn’t help but be happy with how our challenge would surely end up for poor Ebony. Finally I’d prove to her that she had a limit, would cure her of this silly habit, and perhaps she’d be convinced and give it up. All I had to do was make her pee herself, and considering how long Ebony was known to wait, that shouldn’t be much of a problem. We made small talk and spoke about couple’s things for a while, and by 11 am we reached the park. Back on good terms, I opened the car door for her and instantly saw the sweat begin to form on her face as the heat of the day hit her. The latex trap she was wearing would surely make her day as sweaty as could be. “Better drink a lot to make sure you’re not fainting.” I told her, pointing at the sun. “Oh I plan to, don’t worry.” She replied with a confident smile. Damn her confidence was sexy, even when it made her do things I didn’t like! I put my hand on her firm ass and we entered the park. Within minutes Ebony complained of being hungry, so we went to a food stand and bought some lunch. Ebony hemmed and hawed over a drink size until she saw a special promotion on the corner of the display sign. “Monster Chugger – Unlimited Free Refills at any Park Location - $20” “I’ll have the Monster Chugger,” Ebony told the teen running the register. The boy scratched his head and said, “Are you sure? It’s a really bad deal. No one ever finishes it and gets to use the refills. Maybe try a Large instead.” Now Ebony got mad, “I said I want the Monster Chugger and that’s what I want! I’ll drink it all in hours! Don’t even put in ice. I want only my soda in there!” The teen backed off with fear in his eyes and relented. Of course, then Ebony looked at my lovingly, batting her eyes, because I had to actually pay the $20 for the drink. But I swallowed the pain in my wallet and did so, knowing the big drink would help my cause of filling her bladder. I began to get confident that she wouldn’t even make it through the afternoon if the drink was as large as it was claimed. It wasn’t as big – it was bigger. The Monster Chugger was positively enormous. The plastic cup had to be 3 liters in volume, filled to the max with Ebony’s favorite soda. Ebony had to cradle it with two hands as we walked away, but she refused to let me help her out of pride. “Well you may indeed finish that soda,” I began, watching as Ebony beamed at me for taking her side, but I continued, “But only if you make a visit to the restrooms halfway through! There’s no way you can hold that much!” Ebony’s face darkened when she answered me, “You know what, I will hold it all! Sure, some of it will sweat out with these uncomfortable latex things on me, but I’ll just fill it again and keep drinking…….And keep WAITING, once it empties. Trust me, it will empty, but my bladder will stay full.” Once more I told her it wasn’t possible, but now Ebony was through talking. She just put the straw in her mouth and started sucking down soda. We started going on rides and enjoying ourselves, even if Ebony was clearly dying of heat as the sun continued rising. By 1 in the afternoon she’d downed over half her ridiculous soda, and though I’d had just a normal soda, I was feeling the urge to relieve myself. I told Ebony this and she smirked, “Of course, the boy always has to pee first. Go ahead, then, find the bathrooms and let it out.” I managed to return her smirk, “Oh, the boy has to go first? When you say that, that means that the girl has to go at some point too, right?” I playfully patted her bladder area, which felt firm. Ebony didn’t like my response and answered, “Of course not! Just an expression dear. My bladder is still feeling fine, even with 13 hours since my last relief…and many more to come!” We reached the restrooms and she stood defiantly outside them while I hastily peed into the urinal of the men’s room. I exited and we continued riding rides. The day wore on and by 3 pm I was met with a shock. Ebony presented me with her Monster Chugger cup…except it was now totally empty! She had done it. Wiping a bit from her lips, Ebony smiled and asked me sweetly to refill it for her. We found the nearest kiosk and the man behind the desk was more than happy to give us our new soda, but he also chided us, “I’ll bet it took both of you all day to down this, huh?” I was going to let it pass, but Ebony would have none of it, replying, “Actually sir, it was just me that drank it. Yup! I drank it all and haven’t even been to a toilet since!” The man was speechless, so we took the new soda and left, and Ebony began to work on it as well, despite her belly surely being filled already. At 5 in the afternoon I noticed Ebony was trailing behind me. “Honey, what’s keeping you?” I asked. I turned and saw that she was clenching her thighs together briefly. It was clear that the soda was finally starting to affect even her mammoth bladder. I figured Ebony had to be at least 2 liters full in that region, and there was no way her bladder could hold much more! But she straightened up before I could say anything and flashed me another smile. “I am fine, baby! My latex is just becoming uncomfortable, so I had to adjust it. Surely that is ok?” “Of course baby,” I said, pretending to believe her lie. However, an hour later I wasn’t so sure if she was telling the truth or not. Despite walking all over the park, Ebony had made no comments about her bladder and had not stopped again or shown any signs of bursting. Ebony saw me staring and asked what the matter was. “I was going to ask you that!” I replied, “You have drank so much, I was expecting you to become fidgety, but it seems you really are immune to such needs!” My girlfriend’s face shone with pride as she told me, “Yes, see? I can control my needs as much as I want.” “I just hope you can keep controlling…the day is not over yet,” I muttered, but Ebony’s cheeriness would not be undone by my cynicism, “Oh no baby, I told you, that I don’t give in to such urges. I am fine and will continue to be fine.” We walked on. By 7 pm I noticed that Ebony’s legs were becoming restless every so often, despite what I presumed were her best efforts to stop them. I said nothing, waiting for nature to take its course. But Ebony continued to be strong, even with 19 hours of pee residing in her. We got dinner at the park (after I had to pee once more), ate (and by the way, during dinner Ebony finished her Monster Chugger a second time! Still with no breaks!), and walked around, enjoying each other’s company and being in love. At 10 pm the park was closing, and besides a slight increase in her fidgety legs, Ebony’s desperation had not increased at all. I was amazed that she could resist the urges for so long having drank so much. And she was still able to make conversation with me after 22 hours of holding! What a woman! We went to my car and while my plan was to take Ebony home, instead she suggested, “Why don’t you get us a hotel room instead? It’s much too late to drive for so long.” I couldn’t help but agree to her whims, but in my mind I was thinking. Did Ebony want to get a hotel room close by so that she could pee quickly when we reached it, rather than wait the 3 hour ride back to her place? Or perhaps did she want to hold longer, because I knew that while she hated using her own toilet, she hated any other toilet much much more! I was going to find out, as we pulled into a hotel parking lot and got checked in, reaching our room by 10:30 at night. Now my dark-skinned goddess shed her t-shirt and her jeans, standing in just her black latex catsuit for my viewing pleasure. And I saw that this was not an ordinary catsuit, but one with a corseted middle for even tighter restrictions! Ebony modeled for me for a few minutes, her legs shaking slightly, before she climbed onto the bed and we began to watch some late night TV. This continued until Ebony began to fidget with greater urgency, and at midnight she popped up from the bed and went into the bathroom. I was ready to hear the hiss of her pee in the bowl so that I could gloat about my victory, but none came to my ears. After 30 seconds I also left the bed to go check on her, and found my iron-bladdered girlfriend brushing her teeth with her legs crossed tightly and an expression of concentration on her face. Oh how she must have wanted to pee out her load, the inviting white bowl being right there in front of her! But she was not making a move towards it. After she finished Ebony turned to me, still with legs crossed hard. “Dear, I have to ask you now, are you convinced yet that I can hold as long as I want, fighting off any pressure that might come to me?” I saw through her words and looked at her sweaty face. The girl was desperate after hiding her needs all this time! Surely her bladder would burst if it didn’t get relief this instant. I could only imagine how it felt, having so much liquid inside but having it pressed together by the unforgiving corseted catsuit! She had resisted valiantly for 24 hours with loads of drinks, but now her fate was in my hands, and if I let up now, she’d assume this meant a victory for her. I couldn’t have that. She needed to lose her cocky attitude with her bladder and give up the game of holding herself. So I did what I had to do, “Honey, I thought you said you could resist as long as you wanted to. It’s been just 24 hours! Are you really ready to give up yet?” I saw nerves in her eyes, but there was no wavering in her voice as Ebony responded, “Oh, no, it’s crazy of you to think that. Of course I can hold longer if you need more proof! Just with the toilet so close I had a moment of weakness, but it will not happen again! My bladder will have to keep expanding and keep shut.” Having said her piece, Ebony walked with halting steps out of the hotel room’s bathroom and lay back on the bed. She went under the covers and made no move to remove her sweaty latex wears. The fact that she wanted to stay tightly enclosed in them even after the hold she had endured impressed me to no end, and I decided I needed to be more impressed. So I grabbed her empty Monster Chugger cup, filled it from the bathroom tap, and gave it to her. Ebony’s eyes went wide, but then she smiled and chugged down a good liter of it before turning over, inviting me into the covers, and falling asleep against my shoulder. I shut my eyes, and soon sleep took me as well. I awoke the next morning to the feeling of rustling in the covers. Rubbing my eyes, I discovered the reason for the noise was Ebony. She was awake, and evidently her bladder was giving her some problems, because she was moving her legs constantly under the covers. Ebony soon noticed my movement and exclaimed, “Oh, good! You’re awake, love! It’s 9 am, and as you can see I haven’t had any pee throughout the night!” I nodded, doing the math in my head. That meant 33 hours total since my girlfriend had felt any type of relief, and all the time she had been locked in that torturous latex catsuit. I looked at her and realized that she had announced that she was still dry to give me an opening to congratulate her and let her go and finally expel her hot load of piss. Her face was red and sweaty, and I could tell she was nearing her limits. Or at least, so I thought. So I replied to her, “Oh yes, baby, you’re doing great! Let’s see how today goes! Or do you need a relief now, with all the day still to come?” Ebony’s smile faltered for a second before she told me, “Oh, no, of course I can last longer. It’s just that this catsuit is starting to drive me crazy with its tightness. Also my morning pee urge is at its highest right now, as you can plainly see…” I nodded, “Yes, I can see that. It’s a good thing you can still easily hold off, huh?” I was goading her now, playing with her maniacal pride. “Erm…yes, of course baby. Easily…” Ebony said the last word with contempt, as if it was the thing causing her all this pain instead of the monstrous amount of pee she was attempting to contain. And not just attempting to contain, I had to remind myself, in awe of her abilities once more, but succeeding. “So, what were you thinking of doing today?” my girlfriend asked me with gritted teeth, trying to take her mind off of her predicament. “Well,” I answered, “First I’m going to take a shower. Then we can go out, get some food….oh, there is a soccer match playing at the arena today, perhaps we can go to that!” “Terrific.” Ebony nodded flatly. I smiled at her, feigning obliviousness to her condition, then went and took my shower. Though normally I love showering with my buxom girlfriend, today I didn’t even give her the offer, because I wanted her to remain trapped in her latex prison and I wanted her to continue to sweat under the tight clothes. She should feel no relief of any kind until she is willing to admit defeat. And not just admit it, but actually be defeated by the pee pounding the walls of her aching bladder. I finished my shower, also making sure to pee while in there, imagining how much the sound of running water was making her squirm, then dried, dressed, and went out to see Ebony at the door with our things packed, dressed now in a tight red top and a belted micro skirt over her catsuit. She was bent over and holding herself, but when she noticed I was entering the room she made a big effort to stop herself and stand, remaining motionless except for a twitch in her leg and the scrunched up effort of her face. “Shall…shall we go, then?” she asked me, her eyes looking passed mine and towards the toilet in the bathroom. “Yes, let’s get moving.” I replied sadistically. And so we left the hotel and headed to our car. It was 10 am, and my girlfriend was willingly leaving the hotel room and her last best chance at bladder relief despite a bladder throbbing with 34 hours of intense piss need. I drove us to a restaurant to get some breakfast, and Ebony choked down a couple glasses of orange juice with her meal, as I reminded her to stay hydrated while she wore such restricting clothing. “It is really no problem, you don’t have to remind me,” she tried to tell me, but I insisted it was for the best. We finished our meal, then realized we had time before the soccer match. I offered to take us to a nearby museum for some sightseeing, and Ebony was in no position to refuse such an offer. We reached the museum by noon and now I was once again shocked. I was sure that my strong-willed girlfriend was mere moments from wetting all over herself back at the hotel in the morning, but now here we were, back in public, and by some monumental effort Ebony was standing straight up, walking normally, and looking as if she didn’t have a care in the world, much less a ticking time bomb of a bladder that needed emptying in the worst way. I observed her for half an hour while pretending to look at artwork, then came up from behind her and put my arms around her abdomen, squeezing slightly as I did it. The effect was instantaneous. Ebony froze, her breath caught in her throat, and she nearly moved her legs across each other, but with sphincter strength alone she resisted any urges she had. The bladder I felt was more than rockhard, it was like feeling steel! My girlfriend was so powerful! “Do you not like my hugs darling?” I asked innocently. Her breathing was shallow, but her voice was firm as Ebony replied, “Oh no, honey, do what you want. Of course I am ok.” I couldn’t believe my ears, but I squeezed her tighter anyway. Besides a light groan Ebony fought off the increased pressure with no outward signs, an incredible feat for a girl holding over 36 hours! I let my hands leave her and began to roam the museum again, my head spinning. Perhaps she was telling the truth and really had no limit?!? I had to find out now. We walked around the museum until 3 pm, and Ebony managed to keep up her façade of normalcy even as sweat poured off her face from her efforts. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but with a 39 hours full bladder Ebony was able to talk rationally about paintings while keeping her legs apart. I had made no mention of her incredible endurance, but as we finally began leaving for our soccer match, Ebony said, “See, I can behave normally even without toilets! Have I made my point?” I turned and regarded my girlfriend. Even though the latex catsuit was supposed to have no give at all with its tightness, her bladder had expanded so much that it was clearly bulging way outwards against the material, pushing her skirt waistband down nearly to crotch level. At this point I nearly gave in and admitted defeat, but before I could a stronger part of my brain reminded me of the task at hand, and I told her, “Oh darling, you are surely holding on well, but the soccer match is coming up and we can’t be late for it! I know it will be no problem for you to wait longer, right?” Annoyance showed on her pursed lips, but then Ebony said, “Yes of course I do not actually need relief before the match…..or after for that matter!” I smiled at her and we were on our way. We reached the stadium by 5 pm, bought our tickets, and made our way through the crowd to our seats. Ebony elected to sit and hold them while I got us food, so off I went. Deliberately I got her the largest size drink and filled it to the top with iced tea. When I returned I spied my girlfriend sitting rigidly upright, both hands in her lap, looking anything but the calm, cool, and collected girl she normally was. I knew her 41 hour bladder must be wreaking havoc on her body by now. But she was making no move to get up and find the nearest women’s restroom. I stared at her for a good five minutes, then made my presence known and came next to her with the food and drinks. Ebony looked surprised to see me back so soon and quickly tried to make her appearance more normal. She leaned back into her seat, causing her bladder to bulge almost comically upward from her abdomen, and the new position caused her to grunt and intake breath sharply. Her legs began to shake a little as I handed her the large beverage, but Ebony did not try to move back to her previous, more comfortable positon. “You…you know, baby, perhaps I do not need such a large drink. I am not that thirsty, you see.” Ebony began, clearly trying to figure out how to fit even more liquid into her heavily distended bladder. “Nonsense,” I replied sternly, “You need to drink all you can. Perhaps you are just weak and need a toilet to give you more room for it.” Ebony opened her mouth, closed it, thought for a moment, and then told me, “Fine, of course I am not a weak kid who needs to stop what they are doing or drink less because of my silly bladder. It’s crazy for you to even suggest it!” Without further complaint she began to drink down the iced tea, though I could see it plainly in her eyes that the new liquid was bothering her. We sat and made chit chat, though Ebony was now shifting around in her seat every so often, and finally the match started at 7 pm. Ebony really did love soccer, so she was able to somewhat take her mind off of her pressing urges to watch it with me, but at all times one hand remained firmly against her upper thighs. It was obvious that she was clenching her sphincter rhythmically every few minutes to keep control, and I knew that eventually even her iron sphincter muscle would tire. Then the flood would be set free and I would be the winner of this challenge. Halftime came and I noticed that Ebony’s drink was nearly empty, so I made a show of going to refill it for her, despite her efforts to tell me she did not need more. I returned just before the second half with the new drink, and Ebony managed a small and obviously fake smile at this. But she continued to drink and watch the soccer match, her feet slowly becoming intertwined until her legs were crossed firmly with 15 minutes of action left. Finally the match was over at 9 pm. I got up but Ebony did not follow. “Are you coming?” I asked as she sat, quivering in the chair. “Yes, of course, just give me a minute to…get more comfortable first.” She replied, trying to muster enough self-control to stand. I would have none of it. “Come on now, you’re a grown woman, let’s go.” I pulled her arm and forced her into a standing position, and instantly she let out a squeal and bent double, clutching between her legs. This was it! The moment I had been waiting for, surely her flood was about to be let loose! But then…nothing. Ebony huddled like that for maybe 10 seconds, teetering right on the edge, but then she regained her control enough to stand straightly and begin walking with me to the exit. I was in awe. As we walked through the stadium I noticed that Ebony was craning her neck and looking around a good bit. “Honey are you searching for a restroom? Come on they are of course all closed by now. Let’s just go back to our hotel room.” I suggested. “No…no…why would I be looking for that? I am a…a…grown woman after all. I do not need a bathroom.” Ebony replied, but her voice lacked conviction and her eyes continued to search. She was so desperate that she did not even realize I had told her we were going back to the hotel, where she would not want to pee, rather than to her apartment. We reached the hotel by 10 pm, and Ebony stumbled in, clutching at her bulging belly, now 46 hours full of pent up pee. She shed out of her skirt and top, remaining in just the latex catsuit and the damning corset attachment. The latex was now so tight across her abdomen that it looked as if it couldn’t move another millimeter. But my, what a bulge! It was fantastic now, as though Ebony was containing a bowling ball in her catsuit, rather than just a bowling ball-sized bladder. I shut the door to our room and while there was now nothing to do but get ready for bed, Ebony couldn’t help but keep walking and pacing to and fro. Her desperation seemed to be peaking with relief now so close at hand, and she was muttering to herself as she paced, hands clenched into fists at her sides, 46 hours of boiling pee begging to be set free. I spent another hour using the toilet, brushing my teeth, taking a shower, etc while she paced, growing more and more frantic by the minute. At 11 pm, finally Ebony came into the bathroom with me and said, “Please, baby, help me get out of this latex catsuit. It is too tight on me and I need to…I need….” I knew she wanted to tell me that she needed to pee, but still her ridiculous pride would not let her, even as she stood here bursting, mere moments from wetting all over her expensive catsuit. “Don’t be silly darling,” I told her, “I want you to stay sexy while you sleep next to me, so your catsuit should stay on at all times. I don’t think this should be a problem for you, especially since you can control yourself so well.” Ebony couldn’t believe I would still refuse her, but she was so desperate that she simply accepted this instead of arguing. As I came to bed my beautiful girlfriend was a hot sweaty mess, gyrating on the bed covers to maintain her scant control of her enormous bladder. I turned out the light and pretended to go to sleep, instead keeping one eye open so I could watch my prideful girlfriend fight her losing battle with her desperate, quivering bladder. Ebony stayed where she was for the first hour or so of the night, shaking with need. Then she moved to the foot of the bed and began bouncing on it with her legs clenched together and her hands wedged against her crotch. Around 2 am Ebony began pacing once more, but now it was even more frantic, as she was nearly running from one side of the room to the other and double crossing her legs at each end. Her bladder was refusing to calm down, instead amping up the pressure against her awesome sphincter in a bid to rid itself of the hurting piss inside it. I was by now incredibly tired, but also so turned on watching her display that I had no problem staying awake. At 4 am Ebony briefly seemed to go crazy with her need, ripping at her latex catsuit with her bare hands and trying in vain to loosen the sadistically tight corset. Nothing worked, as it was clear she’d need my help to escape her predicament. After that incident, I noted that Ebony was glancing more and more frequently at my “sleeping” form while she pee danced. It took me a moment, but I realized that she was now at her wit’s end. The only way out of this torture was to swallow her pride and ask me to undo the corset, remove the catsuit from her, and let her have access to the toilet. For nearly an hour she fought against her pride to ask me. Many times she would nearly open her mouth to shout to me, then close it and slam her fist into her leg in dismay before going back to fighting the waves of bladder urgency. I was more than impressed with her fighting spirit, but finally her willpower could take no more. At 5 am she dove into the bed and shook me awake. “Baby! Baby! Please, help me out of this latex trap! I can’t do it anymore! I need to pee!” The words were magic to my ears. I told her to turn around, and she did, legs jiggling madly. Her ass wobbled in such alluring fashion as her legs did their dance of desperation, and I made myself snap out of my trance before feigning undoing her corset. After ten seconds of faking it, I stopped and said to her, a gleam in my eye, “But darling, I seem to remember you telling me something. What was it?.....Oh yes, it was that if you asked me for a bathroom, I was to tell you no and to tell you that you should hold it longer.” Ebony snapped around, her eyes wide with fear, “Baby! You cannot be serious! Clearly I was just saying things, you should know that! I really need to pee now! It will come out on its own!” But I shook my head, “No love, I think you can keep waiting. After all it’s only been 53 hours. I know you can do better than that, being such a grown up adult woman.” Ebony looked at me like I was crazy. Her enormous bladder was filled to its bursting point, busting at the seams, and I was refusing her access to the toilet after more than 53 hours without it! I waited for the flood to start in earnest, but then Ebony shoved her hands into her crotch and yelled at me, “Fine! Damn you! Fine! I will try to wait!” From that moment onwards Ebony’s pee dancing increased tenfold. What I thought had been desperation was nothing compared to the show she began putting on now. She was going insane with her need to pee, her bladder bulging out to ridiculous degrees and me asking her to keep it that way. It was more than anyone could stand, but as the morning went on, she somehow continued to stand it and keep dry. Finally, at 10 am, I readied our things and told her that we would be leaving the room for our day. “What?!?” she screamed at me, “You want me to go out like this?! Are you crazy!?” Her legs were double crossed and she seemed to be trying to triple cross them, and her bladder was jutting out even an inch or two further than it had been. But she was in no position to argue, and so we left the hotel room, her cursing me every step of the way. Once in the car, Ebony had to rifle her legs up and down to stay in charge of her 58 hours bladder. “Where are we going??” she nearly spat at me. “Now honey,” I began, “That’s not a very nice way to ask…” “Fuck you! Just tell me already! I’m dying to have a pee and I don’t care if it’s rude! You keeping me from the bathroom after nearly 60 hours is rude!” She returned fire, and I couldn’t help but agree with her logic, so I told her, “We are going on an all day cruise down at the waterfront. I thought you’d like to see the water today.” Just the thought of water doubled the intensity of Ebony’s bladder spasms, and I actually feared my car seat would become wet as I drove us to the ship. But Ebony’s iron control still would not be broken, and by noon we reached the place, her holding her bladder in control now for 60 hours. We boarded the ship after paying for tickets and smiled at all the crew, some of whom wanted to help my girlfriend, who by now couldn’t help but walk funny in public. I knew she was near her limits, but I refused her the help, explaining that she was just tired. As soon as we passed them and were on our own, Ebony bent cross-legged and hissed, “Dammit, please find me a bathroom on this bloody ship! I will lose it all!” Again I calmly reminded her of the promise she made to keep holding even after she begged for a toilet, and she cried out in rage and despair before going back to trying to rip the latex bodysuit right off of her sweating form. The bladder bulge on her was insane and she could barely stand up straight from the size and weight of it, so I knew these were desperate times. But I made sure to offer no assistance and wait for her to tire herself out with the unforgiving latex. Eventually she gave up her fight with the material when more shipgoers entered our view. “I am at my limits! Damn you, I will lose all control!” Ebony told me as we continued to stroll along the top deck of the ship. The ship left port at 1 pm and Ebony had to clutch her abdomen as new urges ripped through her due to the movement. Her bladder was swelled absolutely massively. I suggested we stand next to another couple by the railing and watch the water. Ebony protested, but I dragged her along and she was more than preoccupied with keeping her awesome flood contained. At the sight of the water Ebony tried to maintain what little composure she still possessed, but rocking legs soon turned to crossed legs, which became one hand near her crotch, and then, despite being in full view of the other couple, Ebony sat down against the railing and drove both hands deep into the crotch of her latex catsuit, trying not to wail from the pressure. I thought for sure she would lose control now, but still nothing. Her sphincter was passing limits previously untouched. After five minutes of her laying there while the other couple looked on in shock, Ebony managed to reach her feet and we slowly walked away, into the dining cabin of the ship. We got our food for lunch and I made Ebony drink two glasses of water despite her embattled protests. “Don’t you understand?! I am full! Totally full! This has nowhere to go!” She yelled at me, but I quieted her down and made her finish it. She kept complaining throughout the meal and when we were done, it was 2 pm and I was tired of it. “Ok, come on now, if it really hurts that much, then take a pee right here, right in your latex wears!” At the mention of relief, Ebony bent double to keep her sphincter tightly locked down. “No…I pee only in the toilet, and only when I must.” She finally replied to me, still bent double and clutching her watermelon of a bladder. “Then I’m sorry baby, but your pride is the only thing keeping you from an empty bladder now. You can go if it’s not in a toilet.” This seemed to drive Ebony’s bladder spasms into overdrive, but as she sunk to the floor once more she was breathing in and out rapidly, “No, I will control….I will control…No, I will control…only a toilet…” After 62 hours and still no pee, we left the dining cabin and went to our own personal cabin below the deck. Ebony was tired so I allowed her to rest, and after getting no sleep the night previous she lay down and was instantly out, even with her beach ball bladder jutting precariously out of her, threatening to flood the room in dark yellow piss. I then also realized how tired I was from staying up all night to watch her desperation show, and even the sight of her mammoth bladder couldn’t keep me awake. I lay down next to her and we slept soundly. We awoke to the tooting of the ship’s horn. “Oh my! How long did we sleep?! We must have returned to port for the night! Come on, we must leave quickly.” I said, rising and reaching the door in seconds. I checked my watch and saw it was now 8 pm. Ebony did not follow. “Give me some time, baby, my bladder is cramping so badly now!” The girl was laying on her back to give her bladder maximum room against its latex prison, but it was clear it was still being squashed to a great degree. “No time! If we stay down here the ship will leave again and we will be trapped on it until the next time it makes port! It could be days more away!” Now I knew for a fact that this ship was not leaving again until the next morning, because I had read the ship’s schedule posted in the dining hall while Ebony was fighting her desperation, but my girlfriend knew no better than to trust me, and the threat of spending more untold hours with no chance of relief was too much for her to bear. As fast as she could manage, Ebony rose from the cot, put both hands under her bulging abdomen to steady her bladder, and followed me with hobbling steps. We were the last passengers off the boat and went to our car. Ebony had lasted through part of the day with her nap, but I knew now how to beat her bladder once and for all. The constant suggestions of relief had driven her closer and closer to the edge, so now I threw down the ultimate gauntlet. “Baby, I am tired after these days together. What say we go to your apartment and rest?” How could she possibly resist her own personal toilet bowl?? Ebony was ecstatic to hear this from me, as I knew she would be, and though she was still unbelievably desperate and in pain from her throbbing bladder, adrenaline had to be pumping through her veins at the thought of finally reaching her home, and maybe reaching it dryly! We set off and made it after a two hour journey. 70 hours Ebony had resisted her feminine urges for relief, despite all manner of hell endured from her bladder. It was strained to the max, and even getting in the door proved no easy task with such a large load of pee being contained. We entered her apartment and Ebony was now frantic. She was so close to relief, but lasting the day after thinking she would lose it the whole time had given her even more pride. With quivering legs my girlfriend avoided the toilet and set about making us some tea. Her resolve was unmatched, but I could see her tight bum clenching every second in its latex trap and her bladder was also quivering even more than her legs! It was clear that she was at her critical max capacity. She sat with me and had to lean all the way back to even give her bladder room, because even the slightest extra pressure at this stage would end the hold. Ebony babbled on from time to time, trying to make small talk while every single fiber of her body was telling her to stop this silly game and pee! Her toilet was in the next room! Just pee! But Ebony managed for a whole hour to talk with me about this and that while sipping her tea. At 11 pm, with 71 hours since her latest loo visit, the tea hit Ebony’s bladder with awful consequences. Her bladder, already cramping every couple of seconds for the whole day, now revamped its efforts to expel the massive load of piss, cramping with unwavering urgency every second! Ebony groaned at the pain, tried to fight it off longer, but with tears in her eyes her conversation with me slowly ground to a halt, until she was focused on nothing but maintaining control over the liters of pee inside her. She struggled, eyeing the door to the bathroom but trying not to give in, a sweaty mess at the end of her capabilities. Ebony got up, walked with halting steps to the door, stopped at the doorway, turned, groaned again, and returned to sit by me, still unrelieved. It was clear she could keep this up no longer, but that resolve was incredible! What a woman, after all she had endured! Then she asked me quietly after another minute of pure, unrelenting desperation, “Baby, may I please go and use that toilet? I need it, I assure you I do.” I saw that she was on her last powers now, and after watching her suffer for so long I finally relented and said, “Yes baby, you may go.” Ebony nearly squealed with joy and raced into the bathroom, but I heard no peeing sounds. After a minute she called for me to enter, and I did. There she was, a total sweaty mess, still clad in that damn latex catsuit, looking at the bowl ravenously but unable to use it even now! “Honey, please, I need help with my catsuit! Get the latex off for me!” she moaned in despair, yanking in vain at the seemingly indestructible suit. But to her dismay, I refused her request. This was my last gambit in this game. I told her, “Baby, you are a grown woman and you wore that catsuit knowing the consequences. Surely you don’t need anyone’s help with it, especially a man’s. I said you can pee in the toilet, but you have to take off the latex catsuit yourself.” Ebony howled and began trying to tear the suit once more. It was now way too tight to take off any other way thanks to the all-encompassing size of her bladder. Her sphincter of steel was clenching over and over to keep the flood in, but now it was too weak to maintain such control. Ebony could feel herself losing her load, finally, and redoubled her manic efforts on the catsuit, but it was no use. With a mighty cry she managed to make a tear in the neckline of the latex, something I thought was totally impossible, but by putting so much energy into the task, there was not enough energy left in her body after over 71 hours to continue the fight with her enormous bladder. Ebony did not scream out as I expected to when her piss finally burst from her. She sat on the toilet seat, still in the cruel latex, and sighed. I could hear the incredible hissing sound through her catsuit, and I can tell you the pee pressure was unreal! How she had managed so long I will not know. After a minute the patter had no signs of slowing down, but now her catsuit was filling up! She motioned to me and now I graciously took the tear that she had started at the top of the suit and ripped it all down through her front. The latex had been stretched so thin on her that it was easier than I expected after the first tear was made. Piss gushed out of the suit and onto the floor, and more followed from her now exposed pussy, flowing out of her like a river. Ebony was beside herself in pleasure, so happy to be free from her torments. I found myself getting very horny at the sight of her in such ecstasy and sat on top of her, making out with her while she continued to pee unabated. The flow was so constant that I don’t even know when it stopped, surely many more minutes had passed, because I just got used to the sound always being there while I kissed my exhausted, sweating girlfriend. Eventually we got up, and I went and got a mop to clean up the bathroom. I chided Ebony good-naturedly about the mess she’d made, and she replied, “Well, yes, I made a mess, but it was three days I’d gone without any pee! Surely you can understand it!” I paused, almost deciding to let the comment go, but then I spoke up, “But honey, it wasn’t 3 full days you made without a pee break. You lasted 71 hours and some minutes. 3 days is still beyond your reach.” My prideful girlfriend couldn’t leave it alone, and she bristled, “Alright, fine, so I didn’t make 3 days this time, but I will! I will only go once every three days at all times if it makes you shut up about it!” My prideful girlfriend was back, and I finally realized that I didn’t really mind her holding habit.
  14. holditin

    Indra vs Kira

    I just wanted to give a little introduction to this latest story of mine. It was not written how all my others have been, sitting at my computer and typing away. Rather, this one was written on my phone during bus rides to work over a span of many months. I looked it over and believe there are no plot holes or egregious repeats of words, but if there are, that's the reason for it. After finishing it on my phone, I went onto my computer and typed it all out, which took nearly a week's worth of free time to finish. So I hope everyone enjoys it, because I put in a lot of work to make it happen. Also, if anyone has future story ideas they'd like to see, as long as they involve a bladder of steel or two, be sure to message them to me. I love hearing new ideas. And without further ado, here's Indra vs Kira. Day 1 Growing up as a girl in India, my parents tended to be strict with me on certain issues. My bedtime, meal portions, and most central to this particular story, my bathroom habits. You see, in the area we lived in, sanitary bathrooms were not exactly easy to come by. This problem was doubled by the fact that I was a girl, because while men had no hesitation in whipping it out and taking a leak on a side road, it was considered extremely indecent for me to pop a squat in any but the most enclosed of spaces. Unfortunately, luck was not on my side in this matter, because growing up I had always had a bladder that was, shall we say, below average. That’s probably putting it kindly, as my parents would complain to no end about my lack of control. But whether they tried forbidding bathroom breaks, mandating regular sphincter training, or even messing with liquid intake, it didn’t make a difference. I was just as liable to pee myself no matter what, a fact that brought my parents great shame. I couldn’t deal with the constant embarrassment, and when an opportunity arose for me to escape the situation, I took it. A special exchange program had been set up with some high schools in my district of India and some in the southern United States of America. I graded highly enough in my studies to qualify for the opportunity, and I jumped at the chance. My parents didn’t really question my decision, and I think they realized it would be best for everyone involved. Two weeks later I was a freshman at Houston Area High School in beautiful Texas. All exchange students were set up in college style apartments, and though we were admittedly young to basically be living on our own, we all quickly got the hang of it. An interesting thing happened when I was finally free from the burden of my parents; constant pressure – my bladder control began to improve. At first I thought I was just imagining things, but as my pees became more and more volumous, I had to admit that my bladder actually seemed to be getting bigger. Before long I wasn’t peeing at all during the school day, and after such a long time of hating my weak bladder, I quickly began gaining pride in my new and improved holding tank. Even my classmates began to take notice of how long I was waiting before relieving myself. By my senior year I was a bona fide All Day Girl. My bladder of steel always seemed to have extra room, no matter how much I drank or how long I went without a bathroom break. As my senior year drew to a close, my parents made arrangements to come and visit for the graduation, followed by a trip around the US, as they had never been there before and intended to take it all in. As we chatted on the phone a week prior to the visit, making final preparations, I casually mentioned that I was much better at waiting for bathroom breaks now. Instead of the flood of well wishes I expected to receive for this comment, my mother gave a short laugh, one quickly echoed by my father, and sarcastically told me that that was good. She then changed the subject entirely. It was clear to me that she didn’t believe me in the slightest. When the conversation ended I found myself nearly heartbroken by this… But then my demeanor changed. If they weren’t going to believe me, then the only way to prove it to them would be to show them in person. My graduation took place on a cool Saturday evening at a converted church, of all places. My parents were both in attendance, along with my older sister Kira. Oh Kira, as happy as I was to see my older sister, just now finishing her studies in engineering at a respected Indian university, I couldn’t help but be reminded of how she was the favorite sibling of Mom and Dad. Not only was she admittedly more studious than I and regarded as a much better and more proper Indian woman, but Kira also kept my parents’ favor by way of her iron bladder control. While I was complaining of holding it after mere hours, Kira would be showing no greater sign of needing a toilet than pressing her thighs together, often waiting the better part of a day before seeking relief. I was sure she had kept up with her bladder training while at university, but secretly I hoped my capacity had overtaken hers. I was backstage, waiting for the graduation ceremony to begin, when I peered to the seating area and saw my family choosing a good vantage point from which to spot me. I watched as Kira held the seats while my parents visited the lavatories. While they still prided their daughters on their ability to last without a restroom, age had finally caught up to them in this regard. Kira seemed to be keeping her legs close together, but otherwise looked as calm and frankly as beautiful and perfect as she had years ago when I had seen her last. I had no shame admitting that she was the taller, prettier sister, but hopefully I could now make the case for being the better-bladdered sister. In accordance with my plan to achieve this end, I took another long swig from the water bottle I was carrying with me. Two others sat empty in a waste bin, consumed in the hour since I’d arrived at the church. I’d relieved myself at noon and that was it. Now it was closing in on 7 pm, so I was definitely feeling something building up inside me, but thanks to my newfound status as an All Day Girl, there was no urgency. Finally, at 7, the ceremony began. Truthfully it was overly long and induced severe boredom, both among the graduates and the audience, but it was still a rush to hear the name “Indra Patil” boom over the pa system as I made my way across the stage. I beamed as my family shouted and cheered for me, and that high was enough to sustain me until we were all made free to go at 9 pm. “Indra, darling! That was wonderful!” My mother yelled with delight as she hugged me tight in the lobby. My father was next, more compoased but as happy as I’d ever seen him nonetheless. Big sis gave me a good hug as well, and I was on cloud 9 when my mother suddenly asked, “Do you need to use the bathroom before we leave for the hotel?” I furrowed my brow and replied incredulously, “Isn’t it only a 15 minute ride from here?” “Well yes,” my mom replied, “But I just wanted to make sure you’d be alright. That was a long ceremony, after all, and I know you’re not like Kira. You haven’t gone since the airport back in Mumbai, have you?” Kira shook her head, demurely so as not to embarrass me further, but clearly still proud of her bladder’s lasting ability. I still noticed my sister’s closely held legs and took note that the long hold was taking its toll. While my own bladder was also nagging me due to the three waters I’d chugged down, I made a point to stand with my legs apart as I responded, “It’s ok. I’m not a little girl anymore. I can hold it if I need to. I was actually hoping we could go out to dinner before we hit the hotel.” My father merely shrugged as if to say “your funeral” while my mother regarded me with a look that mixed slight shock with begrudging respect. She then turned to my sister, no doubt aware that Kira had probably been expecting to get free from her long held waters within the hour. “Is that ok with you?” My mother asked her. No mention was made of Kira’s bladder state, but the implication was clear. My mother knew my iron bladdered sister had been holding on for most of the day, and she didn’t want to push the golden goose too far. Tension hung in the air, however, because it was not often that Kira even needed to be consulted about such a matter. But my sister, my perfect, irrepressible sister, just smiled and nodded, “Of course, dinner would be lovely!” Only my well-trained eye saw that her smile was fake. And so we went to a nearby steakhouse for some much needed sustenance. My family was unaccustomed to the Texas cuisine but quickly grew to enjoy it, despite “its lack of anything resembling spice” as my father put it. by the time we’d reached the restaurant those water bottles were definitely wanting to come out of me, but I just handled the increasing pressure and sipped at my medium Coke. I was used to enduring classes with more of an urge than this, so I knew I’d be ok. Kira was also drinking sporadically from her glass of water, but I caught a glimpse of her legs under the table, and they were crossed at the ankles. She was keeping her composure quite well, however, and I wondered briefly if I’d underestimated her bladder capacity. As dinner progressed and Kira’s need didn’t seem to increase, my skepticism in my own bladder returned. Here I was, a confident girl with a bladder that had grown enough to take on all comers in the last couple of years, but as soon as I found myself in the same situation I’d faced so many times as a kid, it was like I reverted back to the state of mind I had all those years ago. Suddenly my brain was telling me that my bladder wasn’t big enough or strong enough to last, especially compared to my ever so perfect big sis. Dinner was finished by 10 and with nothing left to distract me, my bladder felt like a lead weight in my abdomen. At this point I couldn’t tell how much of my urgency was psychological and how much was the 2 plus liters of liquid I’d consumed wanting to escape. As we readied to rise from the table, I was presented with a defining choice. I could admit my need to my parents, follow them dutifully but shamefully to the restrooms and pee to my heart’s content while Kira and her superbladder waited outside. This was the safe option. I’d already lasted longer than any of my family expected, after all. The point had been made to an adequate degree, and maybe, just maybe, I’d held long enough to earn my parents’ respect. Or…I could follow through with my original plan. I could wait longer, and trust that my bladder had enough space and strength in it to last until we reached the hotel. I could prove that my bladder was now a match for Kira. I was on shaky legs as I got up from the table, more from the gravity of the choice in front of me than from my desperation. I glanced over at Kira as she stood. When she thought no one was looking, my sister pressed her legs together hard. It only lasted a second before she went back to standing normally, but I had seen it, and that bit of desperation inspired me. Kira’s bladder was strong, but it wasn’t superhuman. She needed relief at some point too. Perhaps I could last as long. Gritting my teeth to keep from opening my mouth and backing out of my risky decision to continue holding, I followed my family towards the bathrooms. My father entered the men’s room with a grunt, and my mom walked towards the ladies’. When she got to the door she realized that I was not behind her, and turned to ask me, “Aren’t you using the bathroom now dear? You haven’t gone since just before the ceremony.” I nearly just shook my head as a response, but when my mother added that second sentence so naturally, as if it was obvious that I’d peed my tiny bladder empty right before walking on stage because that was surely the only way I’d lasted this long, I couldn’t help but issue a confident retort. “Don’t worry mother. I can wait until I am at a more proper place.” My mother again gave me that look I’d seen so rarely out of her, a mixture of respect and bewilderment, before entering the bathroom to relieve herself. My sister and I stood and made chitchat, both clearly very much in need of the toilets that were now mere feet away, but both continuing to resist them out of pride and good manners. If Kira was impressed with my holding ability thus far she certainly wasn’t showing it. I consoled my ego by telling it that she was clearly just much too desperate to pay me the proper attention. But soon enough our parents returned. Thankful to be spared of more awkwardness, I began to walk out of the restaurant. “Indra, are you sure you don’t also need to go?” My mom asked from behind me. This time I just smiled and shook my head. We arrived at the hotel at 11 at night. 11 hours since I’d seen the inside of a restroom, and probably a few more than that for poor Kira. Despite my sister’s reputation, she was obviously eager to get to our room and free herself from her load of pee. Our room was on the 3rd floor, and when we reached it Kira was the first to enter. She put down her purse on one of the beds while the rest of us entered and quickly made her way into the bathroom situated near the front door. To say she ran in or desperately entered is to do a disservice to Kira’s composure. Her huge bladder is known in my family for a reason, after all. But at the same time, the large amount of urine she was containing clearly needed exit soon, one way or another. My own bladder was beginning to brim with fullness, and I feared that my composure probably didn’t far exceed my sister’s at this moment. I clenched my sphincter hard in anticipation of having to hear Kira’s stream pounding the toilet bowl, and my intuition was correct. There were a few seconds of rustling sounds, followed by a loud hiss as Kira’s piss finally escaped her. My own bladder began to spasm at the sound. It was all I could do to bunch my hands up in my graduation robe and not hold myself openly. I knew that if I did I’d lose all the respect I’d built up with my parents over the course of the night. After perhaps two minutes Kira’s stream dwindled and stopped. It was a piss to remember, and normally I’d be marveling at my sister’s unbelievable bladder capacity. But after my time in America, I was no longer as impressed. In fact, I thought I could take her. Another minute and Kira exited the bathroom, looking truly comfortable for the first time in hours. My father was busy unpacking, but my mother leaned over and told Kira, “It was good of you to wait.” That was about as close as my parents would ever get to addressing someone else’s bladder need, even in private. Kira nodded to her, equal parts confident and delighted to have made her mother happy. Then my sister turned to me, and I saw her smile waver just a bit as she looked me in the eye. In the good old days such a urinary feat would have been met with reverence, respect, and perhaps a tinge of jealousy from me. But as I looked back at her, I knew she saw none of those elements in my visage now. It was time to put the final stage of my plan into action. Casually I walked to the bathroom. My bladder began spasming again with its relief now so near at hand, but I forced myself to continue walking normally. I entered, took off my grad robe, pulled down the skirt I had underneath, then my sliiightly skimpy panties, and released. The whole day of tanking up on drinks had led to this moment, and I hoped it would be worth it. My urine began to hit the water below it, first as a pitter patter, but steadily increasing in volume and strength. 15 seconds into my pee and it sounded nearly like a jet was taking off in the bathroom. Being in such an enclosed space, it was tough to gage how loud my pee was compared to my sister’s, but either way I knew without a doubt that everyone in the bedroom could hear what I was pouring into the toilet. I tried to stop it, but as the waterfall continued to emanate from my vagina, a moan of pleasure escaped my lips. I loved being able to contain so much pee for so long, but when it finally had to come out, the relief was sure worth it. Another minute passed and I felt myself starting to grow empty. Wanting to make this as good a show as possible to my sure to be listening family, I squeezed off my flow until it was a mere trickle. I let that thin stream go on for a good 20 seconds, no problem for my sphincter muscles, even after such a taxing hold, just to let them all think I was about ready to finish up. Then I bore down with everything I had, instantly flushing the rest of my piss out of my stretched bladder and into the bowl. The hiss this produced was extraordinary, as what had to be a half liter of pee was expelled from me in a matter of seconds. Empty at last, I breathed deeply, trying to compose myself. Inside, my mind was a whirlwind, wondering how my family would react to such a display, especially from the supposed runt of the litter, bladder-wise. I quickly pulled my garments back up, heart beating like crazy, washed my hands, and reentered the bedroom. My parents were making a show of busying themselves with unpacking, but I could tell it was a put on. The tension in the room was palpably thick. My newfound bladder capacity was the elephant in the room. As I prepped for bed I saw Kira staring at me. Her face showed concentration, but also something else. Then she nodded slightly and went to change. I pondered that look for an hour as I tried to fall asleep on the hard hotel bed, and finally I figured it out, just before I drifted off to sleep. While I’d intended for my huge piss to be the end of my plan, in reality I’d just thrown the gauntlet down. Kira’s nod was her way of saying, “Ok Indra, my little sister, you want to act like you have the iron bladder in this family. You’ll have to prove it. Consider the challenge accepted.” “Challenge accepted indeed,” I breathed as sleep took its hold on me. Day 2 I awoke the next morning to the sounds of my parents bustling around getting ready for the day. Yawning, I slipped out of bed to begin the arduous process of waking up. Kira had already changed into her clothes for the day and I quickly did the same. Obviously my parents did not have any clothes of mine that still fit, so Kira had generously lent me half of her wardrobe for the vacation. She was skinnier than I, so the jeans shorts I’d chosen were a very tight fit, but it wasn’t like I had much of a choice anyway. By 9 am we were nearly ready to leave, so my parents availed themselves to the facilities one last time. I wondered if my sister and her iron bladder would decide to wait, but she went in right after them to take a hefty morning pee. It was down to me. As Kira’s pee droned on, I contemplated whether I should partake of a morning pee as well. I didn’t really need it, though my bladder certainly had something decent already inside with how much I had drank the previous day. In the end, I decided that if Kira could have a pee then so could I. Better to have it now than to need to stop mere hours into our day. As she came out of the bathroom I slipped in. A quick stare passed between us before I shut the door. My muscles loosened right away when I sat on the toilet, and the feeling of my bladder deflating as my morning pee left it was perhaps even better than it was last night. Clearly my bladder, trained though it was, was happy for the extra relief. We left our hotel and headed out for a day of sightseeing in Houston. As the person who had lived there for the last four years, my parents occasionally asked me for directions or recommendations about where to go next, but for the most part Kira and I were relegated to the role of followers. My parents had been planning this trip meticulously for quite some time, so they had done plenty of research on the places they wanted to visit. With the Texas sun beating down on us, we were all equipped with large water bottles of 1.5 liters each, and they were emptying at an alarming rate. Kira and I wanted to stop to get some real lunch after hours of walking, but my parents allowed us nothing more than a quick stop to refill our water and for them to pee out what they had drank. I was feeling no urge, so waiting was an easy choice. Kira paid the bathroom no mind, window shopping until our parents returned. After more walking, more pictures, and more sights successfully seen, we finally stopped for an extremely late lunch at 3 pm. Kira and I shared a look of exasperated glee at getting the chance to fill our stomachs and rest our feet. I was happy for that look, because it was the first time since last night when both Kira and I were on the same page, as opposed to being bladder rivals. She may have wanted to make my bladder pop to prove a point, and that went both ways, but we were still sisters. We ordered our food, mine coming with a tall lemonade and Kira’s with a large soda, and ate and drank our fill. Both Kira and I made sure to drain our glasses and the refills we were given. It was 4 by the time we finished, which meant neither Kira nor I had visited a bathroom for 7 hours. For an everday girl that would be impressive, but Kira and I possessed bladders that were far from ordinary. Still, I could feel some pee sloshing around in me when I stood up to leave. If Kira felt the same way she showed no sign, standing calmly while our parents peed for the second time on our outing. I caught Kira sizing me up out of the corner of my eye, as if trying to get a gage on my bladder’s condition, so I made sure to stand with my legs farther apart than normal. Upon returning from the restaurant’s washrooms, my mother told us, “You girls have been really good thus far. If either of you get tired, especially you Indra, just let your father and I know and we’ll head back to the hotel.” I read between the lines of my mother’s message to uncover what she was really saying, which was “You two are doing a good job of waiting until we are in a proper place to relieve yourselves. If either of you get desperate, let us know so we can spare you that indecency.” Once again, my mother had recognized that both Kira and I were going all day without a toilet and was giving us an out should we need it. But the fact that she singled me out “especially you Indra”, implying that I would need a bathroom well before Kira, made my blood boil. There was no way I was going to let myself pee if my iron bladdered sister was still holding on. The afternoon passed much as the morning had. Kira and I quickly needed to stop at a water fountain, as our big water bottles were empty for a second time. Kira immediately took a long swig from her bottle, so I followed in kind, after which we filled them right back to the brim. Kira gave me a glance as we rejoined our parents before taking another long drink. Again I followed suit, and that’s when I realized what she was doing. Kira knew I was determined to prove myself and would match her drinking, so she was trying to drink me under the table, so to speak. The confident half of my brain told me that Kira was trying to force an early end to our contest because she was nervous about her continued ability to hold for hours longer; the more reserved half of me was afraid it would work. I forced myself to remain calm. I reminded myself of my bladder’s prowess, thought of all the training that had led to this weekend, and determined once again to hold firm. As the four of us began walking again, I caught Kira’s eye and took a five second chug from my water bottle. Kira’s eyes squinted in annoyance as she drank more as well. With this brand of drinking bravado, Kira and I managed to drain our water bottles dry in only 20 minutes. The effect wasn’t instantaneous, but it was close. By 8 pm it was becoming increasingly difficult to hide my need to pee. My bladder had expanded greatly, going from being tight against those wretched too-small jeans shorts to being nearly suffocated against them. I looked down briefly and realized I could see the roundedness of my bladder bulge begin above the shorts, get right up to the edge of the waistband, and then get pressed inward as the constricting shorts refused to budge. I made an attempt to be discreet and put my hand below the snap of the jeans shorts. Sure enough, my bladder was also protruding out down there, meaning those dreadful shorts were literally pushing my bladder back into itself at the exact apex of its size. My capacity was being restricted at the very time I needed it most. Cautiously, I glanced over at my sister. She was more used to the tighter clothes than I, and in fact was in something similar herself. How was she managing to cope with it while I felt my bladder being squeezed and tormented? Then I saw her trick. Kira had casually unbuttoned the snap of her jeans, letting her gigantic bladder bulge expand as much as it needed to minimize the pressure on it. Though by how large it looked, it must have been a lot of pressure anyway! As I continued to watch my well-practiced sister, I noticed her either turning away slightly or doing something distracting with her hands every time my mother or father would go to speak to her. In this way she was managing to hide her improper attire decision from them. I was clearly watching a master at work. Slowly, while everyone had their back to me, I reached down towards my own button. I almost undid the snap. My bladder was screaming for me to. But I stopped myself. For one thing, while Kira had years of experience doing this, keeping her clothing modifications a secret from our parents, it would be my first time at it, and I didn’t think I could pull it off. If my mother saw me walking around in public with unbuttoned pants even for a second it would undo all the goodwill and respect I had gained in the last 24 hours. I simply couldn’t let that happen. But secondly, that deeper part of my psyche that I had started listening to more and more wanted to keep that snap shut and keep the pressure on. It proved I could hold on despite the circumstances, that my bladder was strong enough to cope with it, and it showed that I was doing something that the proclaimed iron bladder of the family wasn’t daring to do. I felt superior to Kira, and that feeling was far too addictive. I couldn’t undo that button, no matter what my bladder said in protest. And so I suffered silently, putting off my bladder’s needs for pride. My bulbous bladder continued to try and break through that deadly button, but to no avail. It simply grew around it, to the point that the pain was starting to make me a bit queasy. But I had come this far, and even though it hurt I knew my limits were still ahead of me. 9 pm came and finally it was full dark. Reluctantly, my mother made the call to return to the hotel. Inside I was joyous, knowing the torment I was going through would soon be over. But on the outside, I did my best to look calm. I think I succeeded. In past years, my parents would notice my relief at getting to the end of a long journey, and they’d guess correctly that the reason for my emotion was my full and quivering bladder, desperate to be emptied. Inevitably they would shoot me a disapproving glare or make a comment about needing to be stronger. Tonight they paid me no heed. I saw Kira breathe outwardly, probably in relief at not having to contain her load much longer, but I wasn’t sure. I could have been grasping for a sign that she had to go worse than me, because I desperately wanted that to be true. But nothing other than her close steps and the ominous bulge of her abdomen over her tight shorts belied the urgency Kira had to be feeling. I had to admit that my sister was succeeding in living up to her reputation. By the time we reached our hotel at 10 pm, Kira’s steps may have been shorter than when we started to return, but otherwise she was doing a remarkable job of keeping her 13 hour bladder in check. I, on the other hand, was feeling the fullness get to me. I struggled, but I couldn’t help coming off as tense when my father turned to ask me something 10 minutes from the hotel. As he turned back around, Kira gave me a look that said “I know you’re just about done in. I’m winning.” I feared she might very well be right and redoubled my efforts to clamp down on my sphincter. When we got inside, my mother immediately entered the bathroom. My father was waiting at the door for his turn. Kira and I gingerly made our way to our bed to sit and ready ourselves for bed, though she was still managing to come off as pristine as ever, while I seemed to be on the verge of losing what slight control I had. It was only once we began sitting that I reminded myself for the first time in an hour that Kira’s button was undone, while my bladder remained squashed. This information was of little use to me, as I still refused point blank to undo the button, but it gave me the little ray of hope I needed to muster the strength to last until bedtime. That came at 11 pm at the urging of my parents, who reminded both of us that we had a long day ahead of us tomorrow. Indeed we did, a winding, all day bus trip that would land us in Oklahoma City. Kira had no shame in going to use the loo first. I almost, almost cracked and asked to go first, but somehow I resisted. After doing so well, I couldn’t bear to show weakness, even when it was past when my parents would be able to accuse me of being weak. After all, I’d just been 14 hours without a pee, but in my holding delirium, I wanted more. I wanted to stay strong for so much longer, and leave my parents, and especially my steel bladdered sister in awe. For a brief second I considered going to bed unrelieved, but then Kira’s torrent started to hiss from the bathroom, and my bladder spasmed hard enough to make me realize that that was simply not going to be a possibility on this night. And so I clenched my thighs together, willing myself not to start holding my crotch in my presence of my parents, and waited for the interminable splatter to end so that mine could take its place. It was perhaps 3 minutes later when Kira’s massive organ ran dry, and another before she calmly exited the bathroom. While the previous night I had felt confidence mixed with the beginnings of desperation as I went in to follow my sister’s pee, tonight I wanted to let loose so badly I could think of nothing else. I walked in quickly, nearly bumping Kira in the process, which earned a smirk from her, but then I was in the bathroom and the door was shut. Frantically I undid the button of those terrible jeans shorts and threw up the toilet lid. I was milliseconds from bending my knees to sit atop that gorgeous porcelain throne when I stopped. My bladder, which seconds before had been cramping with urge after urge to let go, was suddenly calmer. Not calm, because there was still a heck of a lot of liquids stored up in it, but I no longer felt as though I was on the verge of wetting myself. Even though I could let go in the toilet bowl at any moment I chose, I stood and thought. What changed to make the urge die down so completely when I was SO SURE that I was done in? it wasn’t easy to wrack my brain with liters of hot pee wracking my stretched bladder, but I forced myself to continue waiting. With the inviting toilet bowl staring me in the face, I finally realized what had been so obvious. The shorts! No wonder my bladder was throwing so many spasms against my sphincter as the night wore on. That cursed button had been digging into the very core of my bladder at a time when it needed all the capacity it could muster. Kira had been smart enough to loosen her shorts, but my sick pride prevented me from doing the same to ease my strain. That pride had almost cost me everything…but it hadn’t. I had lasted. As I thought about that more a chill of pleasure ran up my spine. It nearly loosened my sphincter enough to allow a gush on the bathroom floor, but I denied myself even that. I began to ponder my options as I stood there. That little demented part of my mind, the one that seemed to be growing the longer my sisterly contest went, wanted me to walk out of the bathroom unrelieved. I considered it as my bulbous bladder throbbed, but eventually brushed the idea aside. I had to think long term, for there was still plenty of trip left. Another plan soon formed in my mind, and I smiled as I fantasized about its implications. But that was for tomorrow, and tonight, my bladder needed to be emptied of over 14 hours of piss. Dong my best to keep from being eager, I finally lowered onto the toilet seat. One, two, three seconds I waited, still resisting, just to remind my aching bladder of who was in control. Then I relaxed my sphincter and let my body have the pee it had been craving for hours. I was like a tap turned on full, which impressed me greatly. I hoped my family would have similar thoughts, though I knew that at the very least Kira would refrain from showing me. One minute turned to two and my stream continued unabated. My bulge was decreasing but wasn’t flat yet. Instead of being content with my current flow, I bore down with my abdominal muscles, urging my bladder to release even faster. For a moment there was no change, but then my stream seemed to nearly double in width. I could actually feel my piss pushing my peehole wider and wider, which was a crazy rush. After 30 seconds of roaring pee splashing into the toilet, I finally ran dry. Sighing with relief and pleasure, I rubbed my now-flat abdomen and stood up. I pulled the jeans shorts back up, noticing as I snapped the button back into place that they felt looser than they had in hours. Then I washed my hands and went back into our hotel bedroom. Once again I felt the tension in the air upon my return from the bathroom. It was not as bad as the previous day, but it was certainly still present. I had just proved that my pee prowess was no fluke. No one spoke as I flopped down on the bed next to Kira, but it seemed as though everyone wanted to. I busied myself with preparing my belongings for tomorrow, when we would be leaving the hotel to take our bus trip to Oklahoma City. My mom suddenly cleared her throat, “You know, Indra, I must say-“ “Mother, what should I wear tomorrow, do you think?” Kira cut in suddenly, and at once our mother changed her tune to speak on the virtues of the long sleeved shirt. It took me a few moments to realize what had just happened, but it dawned on me that Kira had just stolen my moment. My mom was fully prepared to acknowledge my prodigious bladder capacity in front of the entire family and Kira had instantly stopped her and changed the subject! It wasn’t often the “b” word entered my mind regarding my sister, but in light of her blatant sabotage of my compliment, I felt the word boiling to my lips and had to bite my tongue to keep it back. Any remaining qualms I had about beating Kira’s bladder into submission vanished, and as sleep overtook me that night, all I could think was “This. Means. War.” Day 3 I awoke the following morning with sleepy eyes, an ache in my back, and a very slight protrusion in my abdomen. I wouldn’t call it a bulge, not yet, but it was clear my kidneys had been doing some work during the night. it was probably a bit less than what I’d been holding the previous morning, but was certainly an amount that any sane individual would want to rid themselves of before starting their day. Slowly I pulled myself off the bed and got to work finishing my packing. A quick check of my phone revealed that it was 8 am, so 9 hours had passed since I felt desperate relief the last evening. I carefully selected sweatpants with a stretchy elastic waistband, not wanting to repeat the horrors of the day before, and when I was sure my parents weren’t looking, I deftly slipped off my panties and put them in my bag. The less I had constricting my bladder the better, though this also meant greater risk, because if I let loose a spurt there would be nothing to prevent it from instantly becoming visible on my pants. Kira woke up just as I had finished my wardrobe change, and I noted that she also opted for sweatpants, though she justified it to our parents by talking about wanting to be more comfortable on the bus. By 8:30 we were ready to leave, with both of our parents having just entered the loo to ensure they’d be ok for the start of the ride. On the previous days Kira had shown no shame in peeing first after our holds, but on this day she seemed to be making the distinct point of waiting until I’d gone, standing as far away from the bathroom door as possible as we prepared to leave. I sniggered to myself at this. She would be in for quite a shock. My father had used the toilet first, and when my mother exited after him she kind of gestured with her body language that my sister and I could go in now. Kira continued to stubbornly wait for me, barely even acknowledging that the bathroom was open, and I was about to make her pay for it. “No thanks, Mom, I’m fine thank you. Kira might need it, however. It’ll be a long ride.” I batted my eyes in my sister’s direction as I said the last sentence. I could scarcely believe I’d laid out such a brazen, public challenge to her, especially about such a taboo topic, and I could feel my adrenaline pumping as we stared each other down. Kira paused for a few seconds, wide eyed from my display, but when she replied it was in an even, confident tone, “Oh, of course I’ll be fine. Let’s go!” My father let out a sigh of slight exasperation, perhaps thinking our egos were getting the better of us. But mother beamed with pride, maybe mixed with a bit of fear, but pride nonetheless, at the thought of her two girls being so strong. It looked like she was finally getting used to having two iron bladdered daughters instead of one. And so the four of us paraded out the door, left the hotel, hailed a cab, and reached the bus station by 9, Kira and I both with 10 hours of pee being stoically held by our strong sphincter muscles. After another half hour of wait, during which the four of us casually sipped from our water bottles, the bus arrived, so we piled on. We were in the back half of the bus, with maybe four rows of seats behind us. I sat at the window next to my mother, and on the other side of the aisle Kira sat with our father. The seating was random, but also, perhaps subconsciously, fitting. After all, by taking the window seats, Kira and I were restricting ourselves from having ease of access to the bus lavatory, since we would need to both ask permission and crawl over our parents to reach the loo. It was just subtle psychological warfare between the two of us. Even if this impromptu holding contest wasn’t taking place, both of us would still easily be able to wait for a rest stop. The bus left at 10 am sharp. It was nearly full. Unless people hadn’t filled out the back, only two seats were free from what I could see. And since I had no intention of going back to use the onboard facilities, I obviously had no reason to look to the rear of the bus. The first two hours of the trip passed uneventfully. Kira and I continued to take large gulps from our oversized water bottles while our parents nursed theirs at a much slower pace. By constantly peering over at each other to keep track of the other sister’s progress, we were able to polish off our waters almost simultaneously at 12 pm. Our first rest stop was in half an hour, and I was content to wait until then to refill my water. After all, already there was 1.5 liters of water sloshing through my stomach and making its way to my bladder on top of my morning pee. Such was the same for Kira, but as I snuck a glance at her I saw her make quick eye contact with me. Then she turned to our father and asked for his half full water bottle, claiming to be thirsty. Father gave her a look that seemed to say “Don’t be stupid”, but Kira returned fire with a condescending yet steely glare that meant “Do you realize who you’re talking to?” Father sighed and handed over the bottle. Kira was nice enough not to drain it, but by the time she’d finished sucking water from it, there had to be an 500 ml making its way towards her expanding bladder. Then she handed back the bottle and looked at me mockingly, daring me to do the same. Like I needed the invitation. “Mother, can I please have some of your water? I’m quite thirsty, and as you can see, mine is empty.” I pouted and shook my empty water bottle for effect. My mother’s face began to show fear. Try as she might, it seemed she was still having a hard time adjusting to my new status as “big bladdered daughter number two”. “Are you sure you want it?” she asked me in a low voice. We both knew I wasn’t thirsty and just wanted to prove a point, though I’m sure she didn’t realize the extent of Kira and my holding contest. “Yes,” I replied confidently, “I’m thirsty.” My mother stared at me for a few seconds, waiting for me to crack and take back my request. When I didn’t she sighed, tried to smile to herself a little, and handed over her water bottle. I did my best to drink a comparable amount to Kira, handed it back, and rested my head on the window, waiting for the rest stop. We ended up being late to the rest stop, arriving at 1 pm. I’d noticed my mother sitting rigidly as the clock passed 12:30, but she managed to call upon her reserves of bladder strength and wait. But she was up right away when we stopped, and I knew her bladder was bursting. I, on the other hand, felt comfortable despite 14 hours of pee sitting in my bloating bladder. Kira too gave no sign of needing relief at the stop, and so we both patiently waited our turn and exited the bus. I noticed, as we made our way inside the stop, which was basically a large food court, that Kira and I were the only two women to not immediately head to the restrooms. What I was sure of was that we were the only two that hadn’t gone that morning, as well as the only two with two liters of water coursing through their systems. I decided to take action. “Here, let me fill that back up for you, sis,” I said, grabbing her empty bottle and walking to the water fountain. She made no effort to stop me. Instead, I noticed an odd, thoughtful look on her visage, but dismissed it and began letting the water pour into the bottles, secretly imagining all of it pouring straight into my enormous bladder. I saw my lower stomach growing and growing in my head, and nearly lost myself in the fantasy. When I recovered, both water bottles were brimming with bladder torturing liquid. I took them and turned to find Kira, but my sister was right behind me already. She was holding up two half liter bottles of cranberry juice. “I’m tired of just water. I think we should mix things up,” she said with a mischievous grin, trading me one water bottle for one cranberry juice bottle, giving us both an additional two liters of fluid to suck down and hold on to. It was certainly a lot of liquid, but I didn’t flinch, accepting the bottle and following her back to the bus, having found no relief at the so-called rest stop. We sat back down in our respective seats and Kira instantly began sipping at her refilled water. Refusing to be outdone, I did the same, and by the time the bus was ready to leave, we had both drained another half liter each. Our parents were beside us again, so talk was kept to a minimum, but from the glances my mother was giving to both of us, it was clear she was having trouble reconciling her joy in our bathroom etiquette with her fear of us losing it on the bus. I just smiled wanly. By 2:30 I decided to crack open my cranberry juice. Personally I wasn’t a big fan of the stuff, finding it rather bitter. Before touching it to my lips, I thought back and remembered that Kira wasn’t much of a cranberry juice drinker either. So why now? On a whim I began to read the label, my eyes scrolling down through the listing of ingredients and nutrients. I was about to shrug and take a swig when I saw it. ‘Can act as a mild diuretic.’ Now I was intrigued. Why would Kira pick this drink in particular? Was it chance, or did she know of cranberry juice’s diuretic properties? And if she did, why would she get it, knowing full well that she would also have to endure the extra pee flooding into her well trained bladder? I sat and contemplated this, then came up with the answer. Kira was trying the same strategy she’d used the previous day. She was trying to push the liquids to a great degree, betting that her ability to wait at full capacity would outlast my own. Surely the way yesterday ended had given her hope for this strategy, as it was I who was the more obviously desperate of the two when we finally reached the hotel in the evening. I’m sure she figured if she kicked the fluids up one more notch with the diuretic-laden drink, I would have no choice but to fold. However, she had overlooked one very important point. I hadn’t nearly lost my load yesterday because of the large quantities of water I consumed in the afternoon, but rather due to the unbearable tightness of her tiny jeans shorts pressed right on my full bladder. With both of us clad in comfy sweatpants on the air conditioned bus, this would be a nonissue for me. I was determined to hold out, no matter the stakes. With a grin to myself, I threw back my head and consumed the entire bottle of cranberry juice at once, sighing loudly enough upon completion to alert Kira to what I had just done. Her eyes went wide for a moment when she saw the empty bottle in front of me, but then she began to snicker. She did not, as I had expected, instantly chug her bottle in return, instead merely popping off the cap and taking a single sip. I steeled myself. So that was her game. She was playing dirty now. If she kept up her current pace, her cranberry juice would take over an hour to be finished, while I was now fully laden with the diuretic laced juice. My bladder would end up being pumped with a larger quantity of pee than hers. I was slowly realizing that perhaps she wanted more than just to win a fair contest with me. Perhaps she wanted me to embarrass myself in front of my family, to piss myself in shame on the bus ride for even having the gall to challenge her in this endeavor. Well, if that was her game, I was more than willing to play it. Ii knew my abilities, and I reckoned I could still handle myself and my sure to be bulging bladder. It was 4 pm by the time Kira finished the last of her cranberry juice. With 17 hours separating her from her last trip to the toilet, she looked the picture of casual calm. Hands pressed into her lap, true, but I didn’t doubt that my iron bladdered sister still had plenty of room and will to hold on. On the outside I also appeared ok. Maybe I was a bit tenser than she, but only slightly. Well, there was one outward sign of my need to pee, if we’re being honest. My bladder had started ballooning around 3:30 and only recently stopped growing at such a quick rate. I was thankful that the cranberry juice wasn’t as bad as a full blown diuretic pill, otherwise I’d probably be nearing my limit. But as I gently palmed the lump that was even slightly visible under my sweatshirt, I knew the juice had still affected me. We had another rest stop at 4:30, this one lasting until 6 so that we could all eat a real dinner. Considering all my family had had by this point in the day was some random snacks on the bus, we were quite happy for the stop. Though part of me was disappointed that my increasing hunger would no longer be there in the pit of my stomach to distract me from the throb of my bladder. I stood carefully to follow my mother off the bus. I peeked to my right and saw Kira stand, wince, and put her legs closer together before gingerly exiting after me. The diuretic had finally started to hit her as well. She probably hadn’t realized how full she’d gotten until she stood up, whereas I was used to the increased pressure thanks to finishing my cranberry juice well before her. Of course, I knew my sister’s bladder was still plenty strong and figured she’d be able to rebound from this setback soon enough. I, on the other hand, would in all likelihood be faced with having to control a weakening sphincter muscle before she would, since I was facing the pressure for a longer period of time. That thought sent a chill up my spine, but my heart began to beat faster as I noted that it was a chill of pleasure, not fear. This rest stop, near the Texas-Oklahoma border, featured a sit down restaurant proclaiming itself to be “The last true Italian food before Oklahoma”. I tried to stifle a laugh at how absurd that sounded and entered the restaurant. Thankfully we were allowed to seat ourselves, meaning our parents could immediately scurry off to relieve themselves once more. That left Kira and I at the table. I could tell she was smoldering at my insistence to continue holding as long as she did. I had just turned my glance away from her when she piped up, “You’ll never manage to outhold me, you know.” My jaw dropped at my sister’s blatant acknowledgement of our contest. Even though it was clearly happening, it still took getting used to to be talking about it. Not waiting any longer for my reply, Kira continued, “You couldn’t beat me growing up and you certainly can’t now. I don’t know who you’re trying to impress. Mom KNOWS that I’m the bladder queen of this family, and that’s not changing no matter how much you try. I know you can’t hold as much as me, and I know you can’t hold as long as I can. Indra, you should just give up now and spare yourself the embarrassment of having to use the bus toilet.” It took me a moment to recover from her outburst, but I shot back, “Oh yeah? Well ever since I moved to Texas my bladder has been getting bigger and bigger. Throw all the tricks at me you want, I can hold it.” “Please,” Kira responded with a smirk, “You nearly lost it last night. Another hour of walking and you would have peed yourself. I would have been fine. In fact, I’m still fine, while you’re probably sitting over there with a bursting fanny.” The venom in her words jolted me. It made me realize just how much Kira valued having the biggest, strongest, longest lasting bladder in the family. But this knowledge didn’t make me take pity on her for even attempting to unseat her. It just made me want to push her, and me, further. I was busy thinking these thoughts and Kira became impatient. “Well, what do you have to say for yourself??” I gave her a blank stare as I asked her, “How far are you willing to go?” Before she could answer, I flagged down a passing waiter. “Two iced teas please.” The dinner was fantastic. I promised never to doubt the true Italian tastes of North Texas ever again as the final bite of pasta entered my mouth. Kira and I had both finished our iced teas within minutes of our parents returning from the restrooms, so of course that meant we needed refills. I figured that would be all the drinking we’d need for now, but Kira was intent on following through with her plan to drink me under the table. As our waiter collected our dirty plates, Kira motioned to him. “Sir? I’m ever so sorry to bother you, but would you mind topping off my water bottle?” Not waiting for a reply, Kira took out her water, still one liter full, and chugged down half of it. I could hear my mother audibly gulping as the waiter then filled it with a liter of water to make it full once more. All eyes turned to me, everyone knowing what was coming. Kira was mouthing “Give up Indra” over and over, but she wouldn’t be winning this contest this easily. I took out my own 1.5 liter bottle, pressed it to my lips and didn’t lower it until the water level was at the same spot it was in Kira’s bottle. “Mine as well please.” I gave the waiter my sweetest smile to make up for the fact that he had to go and get another pitcher before he could fulfill my request. After all, it isn’t often girls ask for an extra two liters of water after a meal with multiple iced teas each. Our parents rose from the table. It was nearly 6, so we needed to get back on the bus. My mother was sweating, caught between wanting to say something about the condition of her daughters’ bladders and being restricted by her culture and upbringing. Finally she squeaked out, “Are you girls ready to leave?” Kira and I briefly stared each other down. She was doing a pristine job of maintaining her composure and hiding her need, built up by 4.5 liters of drinks and nearly 19 hours since her last pee. Her hands were in her lap and her legs were crossed and jiggling slightly, but her face remained calm as she replied, “Oh mother, I’m as comfortable as ever. Let’s get back on that bus.” My mother turned her gaze to me. “Indra?” Despite the telltale ache my bladder was now experiencing, and I lieu of the fact that it was packed solid with piss, round and hard in my abdomen, I took no more than a second before answering, “Why, I’ve never felt better. To the bus!” I caught Kira’s face nearly snarling in my direction as we made our way back to finish our trip. The bus pulled back onto the road. We were right on schedule and were due to arrive in Oklahoma City at 9 pm sharp. By 7 pm I was regretting the fact that we didn’t take a higher quality bus, as my bladder was expanding to even greater proportions and I desperately wanted to be able to lie back and give it room, rather than having to stay crunched up in the tiny seat. And I could tell that Kira, for all her bluster and outward confidence, was also feeling the strain. She was sitting straight up, sometimes moving her legs up and down, sometimes banging her hand on her thighs to keep herself distracted, but never looking fully calm. Both of us, however, remained in control, leak free and in firm command of our sphincters. The bus drove on. As 7 pm turned to 8, my bladder swelled to the size of a small cantaloupe. Kira was shifting her legs uncomfortably in her seat, the pee pressure clearly getting to her. But my father made no move to let her up to get to the toilet, and in any case Kira wouldn’t have bothered. She was holding with determination, as she better have been after her harsh words at dinner. But I didn’t feel much better. I was reaching what I felt to be my maximum capacity, my bladder hurting more with every additional millimeter of bulging. Still, the two of us continued to assault our poor, aching sphincters by drinking from our water bottles. There was no more chugging, we were both too full for that, but every five minutes or so we would alternate moderate sips. There was no stopping our insane holding game. Our bladders would just have to enlarge further, hurt more, and stretch to contain what we demanded of them. It seemed defeat was not an option for either of us. My legs had begun to softly scissor inward and out. The desire to release was becoming too strong to ignore without movement, and even then it was eating away at my will. I saw Kira begin to bob her knees up and down and redoubled my holding efforts, knowing we were both feeling the same strain, determined not to crack first. Somehow, both of us played Russian roulette with our bladders and came away unscathed, as the bus rolled into its station in Oklahoma City at 8:45 and neither Kira nor I had suffered even the most remote of leakage. It was clear to anyone who looked upon us that we were two young adult girls in dire need of a bathroom break, wee bursting to escape, but still we suppressed our bodily urges. On shaky legs I rose to exit the bus, and Kira followed after cupping her expansive bladder with her hands. Once we were out it was merely a 10 minute walk to our hotel and the freedom our pent up pee was so desperately desiring. “Are you two ok?” our mother asked us as we began the short walk. I whispered out “Of course mother,” while Kira could only nod and grimace. A particularly hard bladder spasm was wracking her beautiful slim figure, and it was taking what appeared to be a great deal of concentration and muscle control to fight it off. The walk was slow going but Kira and I pushed ourselves to our limits in an effort to appear unaffected by the quantities of piss pushing us to release our bladders all over the sidewalk. Our hands curled into fists, we both forced our backs straight, wincing mightily as the urge to let loose our torrents doubled in intensity. We both sported large pudges growing over the waistbands of our sweatpants. Had we been wearing Kira’s tiny shorts from the previous day, we might have been done in, even with our massive resolve and bladders. But thankfully our bladders were able to stretch as much as necessary to contain our immense floods, if only just. Finally the hotel was in sight. Kira gasped as she held it in in the face of yet another bladder spasm. I was taking ever smaller steps as we entered the hotel lobby, shaking legs pressed together as discreetly as possible. We all approached the counter and my mother began the process of checking in for the night. I looked to my right and saw Kira fighting with everything she had to remain still in front of the hotel employee at the desk, and with a groan I followed her example. But the check in began to drag on, and after two minutes I heard Kira take a sharp intake of breath and begin to fidget, clearly willing herself not to grasp her crotch for everything she was worth. For a moment I felt superior. Then I noticed that I had been unconsciously wiggling my legs for the past minute. Both of us were gagging for a toilet, two desperate young women holding back 22 hours of pee in our overstretched piss containers. It had to come out soon, one way or another. We were both pee dancing on the spot. For the first time I noticed Kira give me a worried look. The iron bladder of the family herself was close to breaking. Then the clerk handed my mother two hotel room keys and we were off, all thoughts of wetting on the floor of the lobby forgotten for the both of us as we walked quickly to the elevator. The movement gave me back some semblance of control, however slight, and I felt that Kira got the same effect from it. In any case her constant hitching of breath as she fought through spasm after spasm had stopped. The elevator took us to the top floor, and we walked desperately down the entire hall before reaching our room door at the very end of it. Mother inserted her key card while I kept myself from spurting at the thought of being so near a bathroom at last. But as she turned the handle, a new thought struck me with horror. Who would go first? Surely it would have to be Kira, as in my intensely prideful state I felt I would rather wet than pee before her. But that meant I would have to hold on for at least 5 long, painful bladder busting minutes before getting the opportunity to gain my relief. I didn’t know if I could make it that long, not with the toilet so close, not while listening to Kira piss out Niagara Falls. With bated breath I entered. The room was huge. For a split second all thoughts of pee pain left my head as I marveled at the size of our hotel room. “Sorry it took so long,” my mother was saying beside me, though it was difficult to concentrate on her voice, “I had us upgraded to the suite.” Momentarily I wondered why my frugal, penny pinching mother would voluntarily pay more money for an albeit bigger room, but then all that went to the wayside as I saw another perk of the room size – it had two bathrooms. Instantly Kira hobbled into the bathroom nearest the hotel door, while I raced to the one on the far side of the room. I heard her door shut with a thud and mine followed seconds later. My sweatpants were somehow tight to my body, such was the distension of my bulging bladder. I yanked them down frantically, crossed my legs for one second to regain full control and admire the cannonball in my abdomen, and then rushed to the toilet. My gusher began as soon as I was seated. 22 hours of piss streamed out of me with crazy force. That damn cranberry juice had nearly done me in, heck it had nearly done in Kira, the mastermind herself, yet we both survived. I could hear Kira’s massive gush faintly through the door, but by bearing down even harder on my own stream I managed to drown it out. I had always been good at peeing with force once I’d become a competent holder, but my current flood outstripped even the ones I had made in the past few days. I was well and truly bursting. I wiped matted hair out of my face as my pee continued into its second minute unabated. My mind fought through wave after wave of pee pleasure to think about Kira and the ridiculous levels this challenge had now reached. 22 hours without a single pee break was crazy, even for a well-trained Indian girl such as her. Or such as me. I wasn’t sure if we could push the limits any further to really find a winner in this contest of bladder capacity. Even with a milk diuretic we both lasted a full day. With despair I noted that this trip would be over soon. We had another bus ride to Albaquerque tomorrow, and the next morning we’d be heading to the Albaquerque airport, where my mother, father, and Kira would fly back to India and I would fly back to Houston. I didn’t think there was enough time left to resolve things, one way or another. Even as my pee began to slow down in its fourth minute, I sat and pondered the fact that Kira and I were seemingly too good at holding it to decide upon a winner. My trickle finally ground to a halt seconds before the fifth minute began, and when it did I suddenly got one last, risky plan. It was ridiculous, so much in fact that I didn’t know if I’d be able to do it, let alone Kira. But dammit, at the risk of total embarrassment, of biting off way more than I could chew, and of pushing my bladder into very uncharted waters, I promised myself I would see it through to the end, for better or worse. And besides, my plan was crazy enough that it just might work, and that was enough for me. With a jolt I heard my father banging on the bathroom door, and I surmised that I’d been inside for an additional five minutes, going through my desperate plan over and over. Haphazardly, I apologized, rinsed my hands, and exited. My father gruffly entered, and I found myself alone in what appeared to be a combination bedroom and living room with one gigantic bed. I saw the other bathroom door was still shut, and I guessed that my mom was inside it, but then where was Kira? I turned all the way around and noted a door I hadn’t seen before in my rush for a toilet, hidden away just to the right of the bathroom that I had used. I turned the handle, opened it, went inside, and came face to face with two more beds, these ones smaller but still impressive. Kira was busy making hers, her back to me. Sensing my presence, she said to me, without looking over her shoulder, “You know this is hopeless, right? Try it again tomorrow for all I care. I’m used to this. I’ll last longer on my shortest hold than you ever could on your longest. Face it sis, I’ve got the iron bladder, and you…well you just don’t, ok? It doesn’t make you less of a woman, well, TOO much less of a woman, it just makes you like everyone else.” My eyes blazed like fire for a moment at her words, but then I lay into the bed opposite Kira’s and became unspeakably tired. All the holding of the past day had worn me out. All I mustered in reply was, “You’ll have to try harder than this,” before my heavy eye lids shut themselves. And as I began drifting off to sleep, I made one final revelation. Our mother said she had purposely upgraded us to the suite. Now I knew why. She knew how close Kira and I’s bladders were to their breaking points when we reached the hotel, and she didn’t want one of us to have to disgrace ourselves waiting for the toilet in the room. So she’d gotten us the largest room, the only one in the hotel with multiple bathrooms, to save us from ourselves. The last words on my lips before the sandman took his nightly hold of me were “I don’t want to be saved.” Day 4 I awoke to the sound of Kira getting dressed. In preparation for the bus ride to come, she had once again opted for sweatpants and a large t-shirt. Instinctively my hands reached for my bladder, and I was pleased to discover a small hardness, but nothing more. I was relieved that the cranberry juice from the day before hadn’t continued to work on my kidneys through the night. I’d need every bit of bladder capacity I could muster for what lay ahead. I clenched my sphincter a few times, testing it, and was delighted by the results. I was able to clamp down as hard as ever, my bladder showing basically no ill effects from the previous day’s bursting hold. This was good. This gave me a chance. Kira noticed that I was awake, and instantly her trash talk from the last night continued. “Aww, finally awake there Indra? Did that long hold tire you out? I still haven’t taken a pee this morning, and isn’t that your big bad plan? Get Kira to skip her morning pee, because obviously that worked out so well for you yesterday.” All I had time for was, “Don’t’ go before we leave,” before she cut me off and continued, “Of course I won’t go before we leave. If you wanna lose the hard way, so be it. But do you actually think skipping my morning pee is anything new or difficult for me? Back when I was a senior in high school, I didn’t take a morning pee for 8 months, from day one until graduation. I got my diploma with a darn fuller bladder than you had at yours. I’ve done this more than you know, and when I go back to India I guarantee you, Indra, that I’ll still be the owner of the biggest, strongest, and best bladder in this family.” I began getting dressed as she finished her rant. My normally composed sister was anything but. I knew I was in for a serious fight now that I was encroaching on her territory, staking my name to her big bladdered crown, but I had never been more prepared, both mentally and physically, for anything in my entire life. That much I knew. “We’ll find out if you’re right,” was all I said as I readied myself to leave the room. Kira could only huff and follow. The clock on the far wall of the main room read 7:30. I was surprised it was so early, but then again I had crashed to sleep as soon as we had gotten in and my pressing pee had gotten out, so I was certainly well rested. Our parents were already getting their things in order, and by 7:45 we were ready to leave the hotel. Our bus didn’t depart until noon, so we had some time to relax and see the sights of Oklahoma City. Both of them popped into the separate bathroom stalls for one final pee, and when they exited my mother wore that look of agitation mixed with pride that I was getting to know so well. She gave a half gesture to Kira and I in the direction of the open bathroom doors, and without even a glance at each other we both shook our heads. The battle was well and truly on. Mother almost gave a grimace, sighed to herself after a brief pause, then spoke, “Forgive me, girls. I should remember how grown up you both are.” She emphasized the word ‘both’, which brought a wry smile to my lips. ‘If you only knew how grown up we were going to prove ourselves to be before this trip ends,’ I thought to myself. Then we were out the door, checked out of the hotel, and on our way to the center of the city, and already nearly 11 hours separated Kira and I from our last lavatory visits. We found out one thing in the four hours we had to kill – Oklahoma City is a boring place. Maybe it was just that my focus was on other, more exciting things, but the time seemed to drag. Kira and I each emptied our water bottles and refilled them, along with consuming a cup of coffee and a glass of juice each at breakfast. The additional liquids bothered us not. By this point in the journey, we both knew the other possessed some serious holding power. Finally the time came to board the bus. We had reached the station a bit early to give our parents a chance to pee one last time before the ride. Kira and I simply waited outside the restrooms for them. The station was packed and the flow of women in and out of the ladies’ room was constant. As the two of us stood outside it, regarding ourselves as above needing the relief it offered, we overheard one skinny blonde, probably in her mid 30s, say to a man I presumed was her husband, “Look at those girls. Over there. Girls these days think they all have bladders of steel. I guarantee you they’ll regret just standing there in two hours time.” The man just nodded. Kira gave her sassy smirk, while I chuckled to myself. We might end up regretting it, but it would definitely take longer than two hours. This became funnier to me when I considered that it had already been nearly 15 hours since we’d last gotten relief. Despite the crush of people, the four of us found ourselves among the first ones on our bus. Kira gave me a look, then announced to my parents, “Indra and I are gonna take the seats in the back.” They nodded dumbly, as did I, surprised my sister wanted to sit with me but not really feeling unhappy about it. When we reached the seats I quickly realized the psychological ploy Kira was going for. These seats were positioned right next to the bus’s onboard lavatory, meaning that not only would we both constantly be afforded a reminder of our plight as well as an easy way to end our bladder pain, but we’d have to listen to the continuous trickle of passengers emptying their bladders while ours stayed full. Without missing a beat, Kira took the window seat, mentioning with an airy casualness, “I’ll sit here, so you don’t have to climb over me to pee. I, of course, will not be needing to do that on this bus. I can hold it. In fact, I can hold it even though it’s been over half a day since I wasn’t holding it. Grown women can do that, you know.” “I know how long it’s been, sister. And it’ll be much longer before I’ll have to do such an unwomanly thing as relieve myself, so I hope you’re in it for the long haul.” I sat down next to her after finishing my retort, legs intentionally open to show the ease of my current sublime bladder control. Inwardly I was proud of my response. I’d always wanted to be able to say things like that, just as Kira did, to offhandedly brag about my holding capacity, but until recently my bladder had never been big enough to actually allow me to do so. While I clearly needed practice, I thought I was getting better. The bus left at 12:10, maneuvering through the city streets and quickly joining up with the highway. The late start was attributed to the fact that this bus was jam packed with people, and many of them had decided to be stragglers. They clearly hadn’t expected such a crowded bus station to walk through, or perhaps they didn’t think the lines for the restrooms would be quiiite as long as they were. I smiled to myself at the knowledge that that was never a problem for me anymore. Within the first half hour of the ride a woman of perhaps 45 cursed, “Oh, blast it!” and rose from her seat. She hobbled down the aisle, keeping one hand on her thigh, mere inches from her crotch. With some manner of franticness she opened the bus bathroom stall and entered. Kira and I, being situated so close to the bathroom, could easily hear the woman’s stream, which started out impressively before dying down into a normal 30 second pee. “Not even enough to put a dent into my bladder.” I heard myself say as she returned to her seat. I was a bit surprised to be talking about someone else’s bladder in public like that, especially so brazenly, but I found that I quite liked hearing the words come off my tongue. Kira gave a short laugh and responded, “She could pee ten times before I’d have to go once.” By 1 pm I noticed that neither Kira nor I had consumed more than some token sips from our 1.5 liter water bottles. Feeling that my bladder was still quite in control, I decided to make up a game to increase our intake and, over the long term, decrease that very control we both coveted so highly. “Hey sis, how about a drinking game,” I suggested. Kira snapped to a half-hearted attention, moving her eyes from the window to me. “What do you have in mind?” she asked lazily. She asked it in the way one does when regarding a child’s poorly thought out request and not having the patience to give it some fake enthusiasm. Undeterred, I continued, “I’ll bet you that my side of the bus (I gestured to all the seats on the right half of the aisle) has better bladder control than your side (I motioned to everyone left of the aisle). We’ll keep track. Every time someone from my half goes to the bathroom, I’ll take a big drink of water, and every time someone from your half goes, you drink.” Kira’s eyes lit up at the idea, though she did her best to put on a bored face as she replied, “Well, ok, it’ll get me through this bus ride at least. But when you forfeit and pee, you still count for your side, so I expect you to drink when you come back.” I just smiled, “Deal.” By 3 pm it was clear that, despite her best efforts, my sister couldn’t keep from showing her excitement at my game. Her competitive nature had taken over, combined with her obsession to have a larger bladder than all those around her. Another person, this time a teenage girl who couldn’t possibly have been older than me, left her seat and went towards the lavatory. Kira fist pumped. I sighed. The girl was on my side. I would have to drink. I swigged from my water bottle, noting how much lighter it was now than when we’d begun this game. I reckoned I had already consumed a liter of it, while Kira had probably had no more than a third of that. Setting down my bottle, I turned to her as she began her trash talk, “Damn, Indra, this this was a better idea than I gave you credit for. You’re gonna lose both your pee and the game before the first rest stop, and I didn’t even have to do a thing to goad you on!” We both knew she was exaggerating. After the last few days together Kira had to know I wouldn’t break so easily. Still, there was no doubt as I felt the fullness of my abdomen that I was in worse shape than her. She was still as jovial as ever, even with 18 hours of pee sitting in her gigantic bladder. My spur of the moment idea was backfiring in my face. Suddenly, in the next ten minutes my luck changed. A parade of people began to filter in and out of the onboard toilet, and all of them were from Kira’s side! My sister began grumbling about how stupid of a game this really was as she was forced to chug her drink until it was level with mine. Still, she did no more than cross her legs until we pulled into our rest stop at 4 pm. With 19 hours of pee in our bladders, Kira and I ignored the women’s toilets and headed straight for the water fountains. As soon as we had refilled our giant water bottles, Kira noticed something. Nearly everyone on our bus had entered the restrooms. “How do you wanna factor that into our game?” I asked. Kira shrugged and turned her newly full bottle to her lips, her throat working overtime to swallow as much as possible. I followed her lead, the two of us chugging and keeping eye contact, determined not to quit before the other. 45 seconds later, we both succeeded. Our stomachs were heavy and waterlogged, but the 1.5 liter bottles were empty again. We couldn’t have that, obviously, so we filled them up one more time, grabbed some food to eat on the bus, and returned to our seats, both knowing our bladders would soon be feeling the effects of that rash decision. Time seemed to pass more slowly after the rest stop. Kira was still giving me the occasional comment about her bladder’s infinite strength relative to mine, but for the most part we sat in near silence, both waiting for our bladders to reach their bursting points. The two of us sat next to the bathroom, both needing it badly but neither giving in. Our abdomens were bulged out far past anything that could be considered normal, yet there we sat, pretending we hadn’t a care in the world. And besides our crossed legs and sometimes strained facial expressions, one could have still looked at us and not known we were bursting of the pot. Thankfully our game had slowed down as well, with so many people having relieved themselves at the stop. Over the final couple of hours of the ride, Kira and I did our best to remain unmoving, unchanging against the ever increasing tides lapping against our bladder walls. Our piss tanks continued to swell, to the point that we now both looked positively massive in that region. Kira squirmed in her seat every now and then, while I was busy doing Kegals to remain in firm control of the river I was containing. We’d both ended up consuming an additional liter of water each in the course of playing our bus bathroom game, and I could tell from the look in Kira’s eyes on her last few drinks that she didn’t know where she was going to be able to put this excess liquid. With no diuretic hampering me this time, I knew I’d be good to last to our hotel, even if it was a struggle. And at 9 pm, exactly 24 long, arduous hours since either of us had felt any relief, the bus pulled into the Albaquerque bus station. Kira and I took one last, longing look at the bus toilet before exiting gingerly to the sidewalk. We met up with our parents and decided to hail a cab to our hotel. I could see mother giving note to our heavily swollen abdomens and our feeble attempts to stand straight while walking, but she said nothing as we entered the cab. 15 minutes later we were in the hotel. Thankfully, despite our bursting conditions, Kira and I both showed much more self-control in the lobby this time around. We looked around with nonchalance, only giving away the severity of our bladder agony by placing our hands protectively under our giant, fragile bulges and perhaps clicking our heels and moving our feet a bit much for girls who only had to wait at check-in for a minute or two. Realizing we had much better control of ourselves on this night, our mother opted for the usual small, one bathroom hotel room. On legs that were just beginning to get shaky, Kira and I walked into our room. Both of us sat defiantly on our bed, neither making a move for the toilet. Our parents both paused briefly to give us a chance to change our minds, but when we continued to sit, my mother darted in to relieve herself. Father followed, but Kira and I did not. After unpacking a little, our father ordered the family some food to be delivered, then sat and turned on the TV to watch with mother. Kira and I made as if we were also paying attention to the screen, but nothing could have been further from the truth. Our bladders were like bowling balls in our stomachs, and keeping them full and intact was all either of us cared about at the moment. The food arrived and we all ate, then my parents retired to bed, done in from the constant traveling, after one final look from my mother to her badly bursting, nearly exploding daughters. I saw the clock once the snores began to rise from my parent’s bed, and it said 10 pm. 25 hours had now passed since Kira or I had even seen the inside of a bathroom, let alone use a toilet. It was like we were trying to live without admitting that a need to pee is a need that everyone, even well-trained girls with enormous bladders, must give in to eventually. Kira also noticed that our parents were asleep, so she was able to speak about our conditions freely, “Ok, admit it, Indra, you’ve failed. Once again, you only ended up holding as long as I have. You can’t last any longer, I mean really, look at that melon you’ve got in your gut! I know you have to let it out. It’s been over a day now. Why don’t you just admit you can’t defeat me, take a piss, let me take my piss, and we can go to sleep? I can go on being the iron bladder of this family, and you can go on being second best.” At this I smiled. “What’s so funny?!” Kira asked, louder than she intended due to her state of bladder distress. “This waiting game isn’t over yet,” I said to her, my eyes twinkling. “What are you talking about?” Kira questioned, “It’s been (she swiveled to look at the clock)….25 hours since we’ve peed! What do you mean it’s not over? We’re here, we’re in our hotel room. Of course it’s over. It’s just a question of who goes first. And that’s you. A tie always goes to the champion, and I most certainly am the bladder champion around here.” My grin grew wider, “Well, Kira, I’m not going. I don’t care how big the lump in my abdomen gets, I’m not gonna pee tonight.” Now Kira’s eyes got wide as she understood what I was saying. “You mean…” she started, before I cut her off, “That’s right. If you want to give in and pee now, surrendering your title, that’s fine. Be my guest. But not a drop is coming out of me until tomorrow.” Kira’s voice cracked as she responded, “You’ll never make it! You’ll wet yourself in your sleep and disgrace the entire family! What will mom and dad say after that??” “I can do it,” I told her, “and I’m going to. I’ve slept full before and I can do it again. So go, pee if you must, but that makes me the winner.” Kira was silent for a few seconds, clearly raging on the inside. She was now fighting both her incessant urge to pee and the idea of coping with a new challenge. My sister’s sights had been set on relief once we entered the hotel room, but from last night onward I knew the only way to win this would be to forgo my evening pee on this night, even if I was already 25 hours full. Finally Kira broke her silence. “Alright,” she almost spat the words at me, “I can go to bed without a pee too. It’s no problem for me, really. You’ll see. You’ll end up with a nice big wet patch under you while my side of this bed will be bone dry!” I smiled and nodded with fake good-naturedness, then got under the covers and prepared myself for sleep, bursting bladder and all. Kira grumbled, grumbled some more, hemmed, hawed, and finally got into bed with me. Her legs were moving restlessly as she fought with her sphincter to remain in control of the mass of water she was holding. My own need was something more than a pleasurable ache, but I hadn’t been lying when I said I’d managed to sleep full before. I had done that many times in Houston. I just hadn’t been this full. Or full for this long. But I was prepared to risk it all, and this was certainly a heck of a risk to take. Slowly, it took perhaps a half an hour, my mind drifted off to sleep, even as my pee raged inside my bladder. My last conscious thought was that I could still hear rustling in the sheets beside me. Kira was still having problems. Day 5 I awoke with a jolt at 7 am the next morning. Immediately I had to reach down and clutch my crotch for all I was worth. My bladder was like a boulder in my abdomen, round, hard, and aching. I knew at once that I wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep. I also knew that making it through the night dry had been a close thing. My piss holder was nearly ripping apart at the seams, and it was taking me some time to get used to this massive increase in pressure. It was easily the worst I’d had to go on this entire trip, which made sense, as I hadn’t been to a toilet for 34 hours now. I turned over, hands still on my vagina, and saw that Kira was awake as well. And just like the previous night, her legs were still restless, moving up and down, back and forth, with pretty good speed. It was clear she was desperate to relieve herself, just like I was. “Congrats,” I croaked in a whisper. Our parents were also waking, and I didn’t want them to catch wind of our conversation. Kira rolled over, face grimacing in exhaustion and agony, and replied sleepily, “For what, you sadist?” I managed a small grin. “I didn’t think you’d last the night, Kira.” For a moment all signs of sleepiness left her visage, replaced by pure rage. “Oh, you! I’ll never be outheld by you! Now go and take a piss! I’m positively bursting! I barely got any sleep thanks to this awful balloon in my gut. Do you know you long it’s been since either of us peed?? Give this up!” I shushed her, trying to make sure our parents didn’t hear anything, before telling her, “I’m not giving up yet.” With that, I sat up (slowly, mind you. My bladder was nearly the size of a watermelon!) and began getting my stuff together for the trip to the airport. Kira could only glare from the bed. The four of us prepared our things to leave. Kira and I could hardly keep still as we packed, pee dancing with increasing franticness as the urge to pee threatened to overwhelm us. Our bladders were rock-solid, adding untold inches to our waistlines. Once, around 7:45, Kira had whispered desperately to me, “No bladder, however big, is meant to contain this much piss! Go and let it out!” At the thought of release, my bladder cramped urgently, and I had to stop and nearly drop to my knees to fight the spasm down, but still I refused to quit. Kira moaned at me and shoved a hand in her crotch briefly. Our parents had noticed our desperation, but it wasn’t until 8 am, when we were ready to leave, that my mother truly realized how badly we had to go. Both mother and father had just returned from the bathroom, and as our mother looked us up and down she realized that, not only were we pee dancing on the spot, but our tight t-shirts and sweatpants were doing nothing to hide the insane bulges we were sporting. Our 35 hours worth of pee had swelled our abdomens out to ridiculous degrees. “Girls! What are you doing?? You’re both clearly masters of controlling yourselves, but for goodness sake you can’t expect to go out like that! Not all the way to the airport!” She turned to me, “Indra, dear Indra, please, I have kept my mouth shut for all this time, but please, go and make yourself comfortable again.” She pointed towards the open bathroom door, but I held my ground and my urine. After ten seconds our mother went to Kira, “Kira! How about you? You’ve always been strong, but show some sense!” But my sister’s face was a mask of determination, even moreso than mine. “If Indra doesn’t need it, then I am certainly comfortable enough to get to the airport.” She replied icily. My mother looked to our father in a last ditch effort, but he could only shrug and say, “If they say they’re fine, then let’s go. What are we waiting for?” And so, with half our number in an extreme state of desperation, we all made our way out of the hotel and hailed a cab. It was only I that noticed Kira’s last, longing glance at our hotel room’s toilet before the door swung shut. The ride to the airport was quiet. Kira and I were much too focused on keeping our pee from busting out of ourselves to make small talk, and I think my mother way in a state of shock over the whole thing. By 8:30 we were at the airport. Thank goodness there was no line to check in for our flight, because if Kira and I had had to stand still for a prolonged period of time, that might have been the end of things. As it was, we were able to move around the desk area, squirming, fidgeting, and trying our hardest to pass off our intense desperation as excitement for our flights to the airport employees surrounding us. After checking our luggage and beginning the walk to our gate, I saw Kira’s eyes looking everywhere for a restroom sign. She even had to hold herself while walking now. I knew she was close. Heck, I was close myself, as a quick series of bladder spasms reminded me. I stopped for a moment, legs turned inward, hands on my thighs, squeezing with everything I had. I had shut my eyes to concentrate better, and when I opened them, I saw both my parents were staring at me. Kira was not. She was too close to having her own urinary disaster, and was concentrating on nothing but remaining dry a little longer. I waved my hands to my parents as if to say, “Ah well, it happens,” and we continued on. Going through airport security may have been the hardest thing we’d had to do yet, but with unmatched resolve and willpower, Kira and I both managed to put our hands to our sides and walk normally past the airport security guards. Our desperation was reaching new and unforeseen levels, levels I didn’t even know could be reached by a girl’s bladder. When we got to my family’s gate, my bladder was in a constant state of spasm. I clenched with everything I had, using nearly all the sphincter strength I had left, and managed somehow to calm my pee urgency down to the point where I could function, if not well. Kira, on the other hand, was at the end of her rope. Pacing, nearly marching on the spot, she enthusiastically waved her arms in the direction of a women’s restroom sign. “Indra! Look! A bathroom! Go there! Please, please, go there!” My sister’s control was mighty, prodigious even, but it seemed her ponderous load of pee was finally getting to her. I gave my phone a quick check and saw that it was now nearly 10 am. It had been nearly 37 hours since either of us had let a single drop out of our stretched, tortured bladders. Smiling wide, I shook my head at my poor, desperate sister, relishing the fact that I was still in control while she was finally losing hers. It was the first time I had ever had the upper hand in this matter, and I was savoring it. “Kira, you should go,” I told her with an air of superiority, “Your belly looks ridiculous. You’re gonna pee yourself.” Kira’s eyes were fearful and she nearly shouted back at me, in total denial, “No, no, no, I’m the bladder queen of the family! I never have to go before you! I can wait as long as you can! If you haven’t gone yet, I won’t!” She said these words even as her bladder bulged ominously, as her sphincter tired itself out, as she slowly but surely came to grips with the fact that her enormous bladder was in a fight it couldn’t win. “Now boarding, Gate 72A!” The announcement came over the loudspeaker of the gate, our gate. As the clock struck 10 am, it was time for my mother, father, and Kira to go back to India. My flight left at 10:30 am, giving me just enough time to see them off and rush to my own gate. My parents were shooting looks of horror back and forth as they regarded their pee dancing daughters. The time when we were in firm control of ourselves seemed a distant memory. Now we could be mistaken for school girls with teacup-sized bladders…unless someone actually looked at our amazing bladder protrusions. Neither of us would have fit in anything but the stretchy sweatpants we were wearing. I hugged my mother goodbye gingerly, then the same with my father, being careful not to bump my round bulge against them. One wrong move and it could be all over. Kira was last, and I could tell it was taking every last ounce of energy and willpower she had to stay in place and hug me. I pulled her close, then whispered in her ear, “I’m not going to pee. I’m going to board my plane to Houston without going. The only way to outlast me is to get onto that plane, sit in the seat, strap that seatbelt over your bladder, and keep holding all the way back to India.” With a desperate shout, Kira pushed me away. One hand was clutching her crotch in a death grip, the other was holding her face. I saw that she was near tears, hair flying all over her face, panic in her eyes. Her legs were scissoring back and forth at a rapid rate even as she stood, but it was no good. Her final sphincter clenches were not enough. After all this, I had come to learn what it took to defeat Kira’s monstrous bladder: 38 hours, half a lake of drinks, and the prospect of holding on for hours and hours to come. It was too much for her, and Kira’s iron bladder began to rebel before my very eyes. Her strong, perfectly-trained dam of a sphincter started cracking, as I saw first one rivulet of wetness snake down her sweatpants, then another, then another, before she cut it off, breathing deeply. “I can hold it….I won’t lose…I can hold it…I…I…It’s coming out!” Kira’s bladder suddenly exploded, gushing piss everywhere. The floor was drenched and her sweatpants were waterlogged in seconds. With a shout of despair, Kira began half-running half-hobbling to the women’s restroom she had so astutely pointed out to me minutes before. The battle was over. I had won. I grinned, reveling in my victory, my bladder pain momentarily forgotten. My mother looked me in the face, saying, “Ok, Indra. You did it. You can go now.” But I looked back with a sparkle in my eyes and replied, “Oh mother, I don’t have to go. I’m a grown woman after all. I can hold it.” With that, I turned on my heel and headed for my gate. As I walked away, I knew that, despite everything she had said, my mother had never been prouder of me. Epilogue I strode onto my plane and took my seat next to an attractive guy who seemed about my age. For the first half hour of the two hour flight we made very little conversation. The adrenaline had worn off from my victory over my former bladder queen of a sister, and the intensity of my urge to pee seemed to be tripling. I was hell bent on lasting the flight, however, and ended up squirming in my seat to stay in command of my load of piss. The boy, Ryan was his name, glanced over at me as I wriggled. “Do you have to go too? I can get up if you’d like,” he offered. I smiled wanly, “No thank you. I’m actually quite capable of waiting, thank you very mu….did you say you had to go too? Why not go? You have the outside seat. The lavatory is open. I can see the sign.” He gave me a slight laugh and his cheeks reddened, but after a half minute of silence he lifted his shirt, showing me what was obviously a stretched and aching bladder, and replied, “What the hell, I’m never gonna see you again after this, so if you must know I’m testing myself. I haven’t gone in a very long time. It’s actually been 24 hours. I don’t want to go until I can’t wait anymore.” My jaw nearly dropped off of my face, and I had to jam both fists into my crotch to stave off my hardest bladder spasm yet. Finally I managed to tell him, “I haven’t gone in almost 40.” It was his turn to stare at me in amazement, and his gaze instantly turned downwards to my incredible bulging bladder. “That’s amazing…” he breathed. We spent the remainder of the flight aiding each other in coping with our piss struggles. I had originally planned on peeing at the airport bathroom in Houston, but found resolve I didn’t know was possible to have now that I had a partner in pee holding. As we got our luggage I could tell Ryan was on the verge of losing control, even moreso than I was. But I wanted to prevent him from darting off to the airport bathrooms, as I saw his eyes flick that way more than once. So I invited him to my place. He was unsure, clearly going out of his mind with desperation, but then I took his hand, placed it ever so gently on my rock-hard bladder, and told him, “You can watch me pee.” Without another word we collected our bags, hailed a taxi, and desperately shuffled into my apartment at 1 pm. I was sure we were going to explode the minute we were in the door, but instead I found myself overcome with horniness at the thought of our predicament and instantly wrapped him up in my arms and started forcefully making out with him, even as our aching bladders tried to forcefully spew out our loads of pent up pee. We resisted the call of nature for another hour, hands roaming each others’ bodies but staying mostly on the other’s massive bladder. We moaned, crossed our legs, danced while holding each other, squatted down low, and did everything we could think of to last. I even tortured myself further by downing a glass of water while he looked on in amazement. But finally we were well and truly at our limits. The pee had to come out, and after 41 hours of pristine control my sphincter finally couldn’t clench hard enough to keep the oncoming spurts back. In total desperation I rushed to the bathroom and grabbed the measuring jug I used for just such occasions, convinced that this had to be some sort of holding record for myself. When I returned to the living room, Ryan had his hand clenched over his bare penis. “If I let go it’ll all come out!” he cried desperately, so I did what any good, true lady would in this situation. I let him go first. With the last of my power I clutched myself and held on as he pissed long and loud into the giant jug. After 3 minutes his pee ended with 2200 ml in the jug. I was very impressed, because that was not a total I was used to beating often. But today I felt as if an entire lake was residing in my enormous, hurting bladder, and after dumping his load out in the toilet, I squatted over the bowl, ripped down my sweatpants, and finally let loose. The pleasure of this piss was out of this world, and I nearly lost myself in it as the pee poured out of me. I was like a tap turned on full, and it felt as though I would never stop. Ryan’s eyes were bugging out of his head as he gaped at my naked pussy unleashing a river into the filling jug. This pee took over 5 minutes of forceful peeing to finish, but when it did I proudly lifted the jug and showed him that 2700 ml was residing in it. It was a total I was sure my sister Kira, even with her amazing bladder capacity, had never bested, and I knew that I was now the true Bladder Queen in the family. And from the look I detected in Ryan’s eyes as I breathed in relief, this Bladder Queen wasn’t going to get much sleep tonight.
  15. holditin

    A Policewoman Piss

    I can't promise more chapters in this story, though I tend to always try and leave the door open for them should I get a great idea for it. But you can certainly expect more bladder bulge stories from me, no doubt! And yeah, I prefer to finish a story before posting, such is my hatred of cliffhangers haha of course it means it takes longer for me to post something, but that's how I like to do it. And thanks so much to everyone for the high praise =) it's very much appreciated. If anyone has ideas they'd like to see for future stories, feel free to message them to me. No guarantees, since my time for writing is very limited, but I love getting new ideas all the same.