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Rexone_312

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Rexone_312 last won the day on September 20 2022

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  1. Do you have any idea what you have written. This is the what I crave. The story which starts with a girl deliberately holding her pee. Drinking more and more. Flirty and sexy. And has no inhibitions to have sex and crave even more. We need more of these ladies! PLEASEEEE!
  2. THIS IS OMORASHI AT IT'S HIGHEST LEVEL OF SEXINESS! Oh my God! Absolutely ravishing. You have no clue what a masterpiece this is! Just uber amazing! MAN! Loved it! :-D
  3. I can't express it enough how I dig girls who absolutely love to hold it deliberately and push their limits. There's something so sexy about it. Keep up the excellent work and give us more of Holly and even Zara! :-D
  4. Dude these are amazing! Does Civitai too have subscription plans or what?
  5. Are you kidding me? this is your first story! If yes, then you must know it was MIND BLOWING! Please write more :-D
  6. How the holy fuck did I not come across this MASTERPIECE in all these years! Dude this . . this is exactly the kind of stories I crave for. I so wish there was a sequel to it. Just amazing! Please! Please keep writing more suck stories!
  7. Well you read my mind. Kriti has a looonngggggg way to go. The original patron is yet to suggest the ending though. Let's see 😍 Woah! I Hearing from you definitely boosted my confidence. I really hope to maintain this streak 😁
  8. Check out Part-4 of Kriti's adventure: 

     

  9. Hola pee-o-ple! Kriti didn't know when to stop and her obsession kept growing. Check it out in part 4! _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Ever since our little shopping adventure, I had been training my bladder relentlessly. I wanted to show her my newfound capacity and perhaps out-hold her. A few weeks passed like that, and we arrived at the last day of the classes for the year. It was a Monday. To top it off, the annual fest was supposed to start from Wednesday. The ambience was filled with excitement. I was fully prepared to ask her out that day and was holding a solid 24 hour full bladder as my commitment. Kriti walked into the class with an extra spring in her step. Dressed in a tight crop top and dangerously tiny shorts, she looked ravishing. She proudly showed off her shiny new 1.5-liter water bottle. "Look at this, Rex!" she exclaimed, holding it up for me to see. "That’s... HUGE! But why are you showing it to me?", I raised an eyebrow, curious about her enthusiasm and also knowing fully well what it meant. "Simple," she said with a mischievous grin. "I feel I don’t drink enough water during the day. So why not get a bigger bottle. I will take it easy at the beginning and only finish it one more refill during the classes." I laughed, assuming she was joking. "Yeah, right. If your intake is ‘NOT-ENOUGH’ then this is like drinking a lake.” I pointed towards her ever-present bulge. “Well, you can try and keep up with me, Mr. jealous,” She playfully shook my puny 1 litre bottle and sat next to me. But as the morning progressed, it became clear she was dead serious. Kriti was drinking steadily from her new bottle, taking big gulps whenever she had a chance. All my efforts of training myself was getting washed away in front of my eyes and without thinking much, I started doing the same. By the time our second lecture rolled around, her bottle was already half empty and mine was gone completely too. "Kriti, are you really trying to drink that much?" I asked, unable to hide my amazement and my own rising desperation. She nodded enthusiastically. "Absolutely. It’s already starting to catch up. God! I love the rush." "Don’t you think you might reach your limits too soon?" I pointed out. “Limits?” She shrugged, her eyes sparkling with determination. "I don’t have any. Chill. Besides I don’t like how empty my bladder feels right now" She patted her bulge, which seemed to have grown moderately. On the other hand, my back had started to hurt with the bucket load of piss I was holding in. From the corner of my eyes, I glanced at her smart watch. It had a timer running, which read 18 hours. I couldn’t believe it. For the first time in my life, I was holding more than her – 24 hours. As I revelled in joy, she continued to drink like a machine. Few lines of note followed by a large swig. She was emptying her bottle at an alarming rate. By lunchtime, she had finished her first refill, just like mine but half-a-litre extra. We grabbed lunch together, and with it came tall glasses of fruit juice. I was doing mental math to estimate my intake when she gingerly kept three water bottles on the tables. I looked at her quizzically, “The big ones mine, obviously. Then I refilled your tiny 1 litre bottle as well. And this one – This 2 litre one is a gift for you. If you want to keep up, you better match my pace.” She threw me an open challenge to me. “How did you know I was trying to hold it?” “It’s all over your face and your body, Rex.” She said, not opting to sit. I feigned a fake smile and started chugging the juice. She did the same. As the cool of the water hit my bladder I winced and stood up. That’s when my eyes fell on her clenched butt. Even her legs were pressed tightly together, and her posture was rather stiff. The waistband of her shorts dug into her bulge, and beads of sweat formed glistened on her forehead. As she continued to blabber about random stuff, I asked her point blank, "Kriti, isn't all this water catching up with you?" I asked, trying to gain a psychological advantage on her. "I feel like I am back at school.” She took a big sip of her juice and smiled nonchalantly. “I am getting fuller way faster than I anticipated, but why do you ask?" "You look a bit uncomfortable." I answered, trying to keep my voice level. “Do I?” Her brows furrowed. She quickly took out a hand-held mirror from her bag and checked her face. It was clammy. A few strands of hair clung to her forehead and face slightly red. “I will be right back.” She ran to towards the ladies restroom nearby. I assumed that she decided to finally relieve herself in a split second but no! She returned to the table after a while her face looking much fresher. My eyes fell on her belly. She put on a belt and my goodness! IT WAS TIGHT, tight enough to compress her bulge significantly. “Doesn’t it hurt?” I pointed towards it. “Well, I can still go two notches down.” She winked at me and gingerly sat down. “Honestly, I don’t care about the pain Rex. I must look perfect, and I hate it if someone even thinks that I need to pee. But this weakness deserves a punishment and I'm going to finish at two more refills before the classes end.” She was surely not joking. Right from the get-go, her lips were on the bottle. I could hear her loud gulps as she continued sipping from her bottle. Unlike the rest of the class, I was squinting my eyes to look at her mind-bendingly calm face. As I glanced further down, I saw that her bladder jutting out solidly, despite that tight belt. It reached up to her belly button. “Rex, stop ogling at me and finish your water.” She commanded without even looking at me. I hurriedly obeyed and started matching up with her. For the remainder of the session, she maintained her cheerful demeanor and continued to pay full attention to the class, asking questions and even deliver a presentation. I could see the strain starting to show on her body language just like mine. She would involuntarily bring her legs close together and sat upright. She would let out a small grunt whenever she realized it and switch back to casual positions, which made it more difficult to hold. By the second break, I had finished my 2-litre gift from her and her bottle was nearly empty again. When she got up from her seat to get her third refill I grabbed her arm, "Kriti, are you sure this is a good idea?" I whispered, genuinely worried. "Absolutely," she replied, "You saw what happened during the lunch break. I must train harder, and I want you to keep up with me.” "But tell me, honestly, how are you feeling now?" I asked, half-expecting her to finally admit she needed to ease off. "Half-full," she admitted, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "I know I can contain more than this." As the day wore on, Kriti's bladder grew more and more distended. And so did mine. When she was not looking at me, I held my breath and squeezed my thing through my pocket. All my weeks of training didn’t prepare me for this onslaught of water. I envied a few guys who left to use the bathroom mid-session. Following them, I overheard some of the girls whisper to Kriti that they needed to pee and if she would like to come. Kriti agreed to go with them. “Are you really going?” I grabbed her hand tight enough to crush it. “I can go whenever I want, Rex,” She sternly told me and pulled out her hand. I felt a lump in my throat, and I could watch her walk out like a submissive partner. Her butt cheeks wiggled under that tight fabric. Once outside the door she turned to look at me and held her ears. “I am sorry, but I can’t hold it anymore.” She mouthed to me and walked off. When she returned to the class she was all smiles and giggles. Her bulge smaller. Her movements fluid and her face stoic. “You really gave up, didn’t you?” I asked her disappointed. “I don’t know what came over me. As soon as they invited me to come I felt like I would burst right then.” She apologized. Hardly an hour was left for the session to end. And I couldn’t help by keep an eye on her. Maybe it was my imagination, but I felt behind her smile, behind her impeccable makeup, her eyes gave away her desperation. They seemed as if they were looking for something. I felt that her goofy antics were more forced than natural. But Kriti being Kriti, seemed unfazed. By the time our last lecture ended, Kriti had drained her bottle – the third refill. I on the other hand had finished my second bottle as well. I unbuttoned my jeans and heaved a sigh of relief. She swiftly hit my hand. “What do you think you are doing?” “Why do you care?” I quickly crossed my legs, “You abandoned me. I could tell you feel so relieved already. You don’t even have your bulge.” "Awww. Big boy is angry with me.” She mocked and sat next to me. “Look at this. It’s on the last notch now. I just took a fake pee.” She held the buckle between her hands and shook it for me. Only then realization struck me. She grinned at me. "I was just teasing you Rex." She then leaned forward to me and buttoned up my jeans again. I winced in pain as pee rushed to the tip of my dick. After we walked out of the classroom together, she turned to me with that familiar glint in her eye. "How about a movie? There's a new thriller playing that I've been dying to see," she suggested, her voice light and cheerful despite the obvious strain her body was under. Her watch read 29 hours now. And I was at 35. "Sure, why not?" I squeaked. I knew she was not going easy on herself, but if she was determined to see this through, I was prepared to suffer as well. As I booked the tickets over the phone, she quickly refilled our bottles. Her 4th refill! We made our way to the movie theatre, her lips never resting. Either she would sip, away her water or chat and laugh as if nothing was amiss. When we reached the entrance, the guard stopped us and pointed to Kriti's water bottle. "No outside drinks allowed. You'll have to throw that away." Kriti’s eyes widened for a moment, but then she smiled. "No problem." She opened the cap and, to my astonishment, began chugging the entire contents of the bottle. I watched in awe as she downed the entire 1.5 litres of water without pausing for breath, then shoved the empty bottle back into her bag with a triumphant grin. She then looked at me expectantly. Unlike her, it took me a while to force down that extra litre. My bladder burnt from inside and dick painfully swollen. "Ready to go?" she asked, as if we hadn't just added another significant load to our already overburdened bladders. "Where are you storing all that water?” I couldn’t resist asking hoping to hear some secret trick. “Right where it is supposed to be?” She squeezed her grotesque bulge. Her belt and the button on her shorts were fighting for their life. Her skin was bruised red under the rough inseams of the shorts. As the movie started, I kept glancing over at Kriti, watching for any signs of distress. It didn't take long for her discomfort to become apparent. Her body was tense, and she was gently rocking back and forth. Every few minutes, her legs would cross and then uncross, her fingers tapping lightly on her knee. She was clearly trying to distract herself from the growing pressure in her bladder. "Kriti, how are you holding up?" I teased her, leaning closer, "Is the movie distracting enough?” She shot me an offended look, her eyes narrowing. "Rex, I DON’T PEE! You really think I can’t hold it?” she hissed back, her voice low but firm. "I just showed that during the classes. I'm going to order a large Coke, for both of us and let’s see who can stay dry." Before I could protest or pacify her, she flagged down a theatre attendant and ordered the biggest Coke they had. A chill went down my spine as we were served the giant glasses. She started sipping on it immediately and instructed me to do the same. Reluctant but prideful, I chugged that monstrosity of coke. We both were shuddering as the movie progressed, me more than her. But we held our ground. Her face and body told two different stories. She still laughed at all the jokes from the movie or whisper-screamed when a bullet was fired. On the other hand, her legs were tensed and crossed tightly. She tugged in her fingers from time to time to adjust the shorts which dug in mercilessly into her bulge. When the movie finally ended, her bulge could not even be looked at. It seemed as if she was wearing some sort of prosthetic. It looked so un-natural on her tits-on-stick figure. Her movements were slow, and she had to ask me to pull her up from her seat. Yeah, she was that heavy. I could see the effort it took for her to fight the pressure inside. As we were wiggling out of the row, I heard the sound of fabric getting snapped. I turned around to see her belt tore off, followed by the button of her shorts. “Fuck!” She gasped and collapsed on the seat. Her shorts were wide open now. Her bulge popped out like the airbags from a steering. Thankfully she had a thong inside or else. I expected her to shove her hand in her crotch immediately, but the opposite happened, “Did you see that?” Her eyes were welled up with happiness. I fucking did it!” She hugged me tightly. I suppressed my scream as my bladder got squeezed under her solidity. She totally forgot that I was holding it too. We walked back to the dorms in silence. My heart was racing under pressure, under arousal and what not. Despite that boiler like pressure inside her, she walked faster than me, without stopping even once. When we finally reached her dorm, she broke the silence. "Rex, I know throughout the day a lot happened between us. And I have seen you keep up with me. I don’t know how long have you been hold. . .” “42 HOURS!” I cut her mid-sentence, forcing to stand with my legs apart. I saw her eyes widen with surprise. She placed her hand on my bulge. “That is HUGE! Like you are hiding a bowling ball inside your pants.” “You think so?” I forced a smile. “I think you are the only one who can keep up with me . . .” There was just a centimeter of gap between me and her lips. “It’ s going to be so exciting in the next few days.” “What do you mean? Are you still not going to pee?” My face turned pale. “Rex, I can’t. It’s 12.30AM, Tuesday already.” She pursed her lips, “I may have considered a partial pee before bed, but I noticed the time just now. So be strong for me and meet me on Wednesday.” Kriti kissed me passionately and headed off inside. I was shaking but I steeled myself to hold it all night. The damned Wednesday just couldn't come any faster.
  10. Looks like the girl had a pretty interesting background. Please write an origin story too on her 😍
  11. I could give a leg to hold just as strongly as you do. 9 hours is no easy feat with a heavy intake. And everything about your story and your general holding posts are just so hot. :-) Though I understand that pushing too hard is a very risky affair, as I have faced the brunt in my college days.
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