holditin 230 Posted February 14, 2020 Popular Post Share Posted February 14, 2020 I saw a request for this story of mine since it was only posted to the Holding It board and never here. I'm happy it was so memorable! Hope you enjoy! Even FullHearts Can Overflow I checked myself into FullHearts Hospital early Monday morning. I’d woken up with every intent to get dressed and go to work as usual, but as I readied myself I realized my head was burning. Certainly it was a substantial fever, and with my luck perhaps I’d caught the latest strain of super strong flu that had been making the rounds at the office. By 8 am I was laying in a medical bed in my own private room and had an IV drip going into my arm. The fever was still terrible, but I couldn’t help but perk up when my nurse arrived. She had a little pooch in her abdomen, a clear sign of early stages of pregnancy, but otherwise she was easily one of the hottest women I’d ever laid eyes on. With her dark hair long enough to obscure part of her vision, my nurse introduced herself as Nurse Chelsea and began looking over a folder of my medical history. I answered a few questions as best as I could, taking note of her tattoo sleeve going up her left arm, as well as her very obvious DD cup assets. I did my best not to stare too long, but I’m sure from the smirk on her face that Chelsea knew what kind of effect she was having on me. Heck, she probably had the same effect on all her patients. “Most likely, you’ve got that Flu X that’s been on the news lately,” Nurse Chelsea told me after a few minutes of poring over the data, “So we’ll keep you here on monitored bed rest until you recover. If you need anything, hit the buzzer on the wall there, right above your head, and I’ll make sure to check up on you or have another nurse come to do it.” She saw my eyes flick hastily to the partially open bathroom door in the corner of the room and the toilet within, then continued, “Yes, make sure you don’t get up for anything. If you need to relieve yourself, we’ll be more than happy to provide a bedpan.” “Yes ma’am” I gulped, embarrassed by this turn of events, but fully aware that I would have to deal with it. “Alright, rest up, watch some TV or take a nap, and we’ll be back to check on you later today, ok sweetie?” Nurse Chelsea finished, and I nodded my assent. I made sure to get a good look at her shapely rear as she turned and exited my room, stopping outside my door to grab a liter of water from another passing nurse and chug it down, and then continuing with her rounds. By 11 am I couldn’t bear the pressure any longer. I’d been resisting my filling bladder all morning, but finally it got the better of me. I pressed the buzzer, waited a few moments, then pressed it again to be sure. In two minutes, Chelsea was back in my room. “What can I do for ya, hun?” she asked me. “I really need to pee,” I told her with a slight tremor in my voice. I wasn’t used to admitting such a private need to such a good looking woman. “No problem!” Chelsea perked up, going across the room to fetch me a bedpan. She helped me get it in position and ten seconds later I was feeling the bliss of relief as my morning piss left my penis with record speed. After half a minute, I ran dry, and Chelsea took the half-full bedpan, noting with a grin, “Looks like you really needed that one!” “Yes, I’m very happy to see you again. You got here right in time!” I told her sheepishly. Chelsea gave me a quizzical look, “What do you mean ‘again’? Do I know you from somewhere?” I paused and stuttered, “Erm, no, I mean, you just checked on me a few hours ago…” Now it was Chelsea’s turn to pause for a few seconds, but then recognition sprang into her eyes. “Aww, I’m sorry dear! This happens all the time! You met Nurse Chelsea this morning. I’m her twin sister Kelsey!” My eyes went up and down over her body, and I realized that while she was identical to Chelsea in almost every way, Kelsey’s sleeve tattoo was on her right arm instead. At least I had a way to tell the sisters apart. “Now you rest up and just let us know if you need anything else!” Kelsey said and turned to leave. But a new thought had just hit me. When I saw that the two sisters’ bodies looked exactly alike, that meant they had all the same curves. Same cup size, same round butt…..and same bulge in the abdomen. There was no way….I had to ask. “Kelsey-“ I stopped her as she was leaving. “What is it, sugar?” the buxom nurse asked, turning her head around. “I apologize if this question oversteps my bounds, but I’m just very curious. I know you and Chelsea are identical twins, but did you really both plan to get pregnant at the same time? You both seem to be the same amount of time along from what I can see of your bellies. I just thought it was an odd coincidence is all.” Now Nurse Kelsey gave a laugh, “Oh, you really are something else! No, no, I’m not pregnant, and Chelsea’s not either, the little devil.” The nurse walked in closer to me and spoke softly, “See, one of the perks about coming to FullHearts Hospital is how clean and pristine the entire establishment is kept at all times. Be honest, you haven’t noticed more than a speck of dust or filth since you got in here, right? Our staff and management take pride in that, and one of the ways we endeavor to keep up our cleanliness standards is to keep all bathrooms, toilets, and bedpans as patient-only. So no, we’re not pregnant, sis and I, those lumps are just our bladders after a long shift. Just over 11 hours now for both of us!” “11 hours?? My gosh, don’t you have to go? By all means, you can use the bathroom in my room, I’m not allow-“ I was cut off by Nurse Kelsey. “Oh hun, don’t you worry about us. One of the qualifications for becoming a full time staff member here at FullHearts is being able to hold your load and stay hydrated at all times. A full bladder doesn’t bother us, and it shouldn’t bother you! If I do say so myself, my toilet at home has seen its fair share of monster pisses after long shifts like this, but as long as I’m on duty I keep things corked up. So try to relax, and don’t worry about us, ok?” Nurse Kelsey finished with a smile, barely waiting for my nod in response before turning to exit. I’m sure she had many more patients to attend to. As she reached the door, I had to do a double take, because Nurse Chelsea walked passed her and down the hall. It was going to take a bit of getting used to seeing two sexy, curvy, identical women like this. “Hey Chels! We got another one who thinks I’m you! Said even our bladders look the same, how bout that?!” Kelsey called out to her sister while leaving the room. “Pssh, well that’s not right! Everyone on the floor knows this twin is the one with the bladder of steel!” I heard Chelsea shout back from down the hall. “I hope we get suckered into double shifts so I can make you eat those words!” Kelsey replied heartily. I saw her rub her distended bladder briefly through her nurse’s uniform, then grab a bottle of water from behind a counter and begin to drink it as she walked down the hall and out of my view. This was going to be a unique hospital stay, indeed….. By 3 pm I couldn’t help but press my buzzer again. The IV drip was filling my bladder back up at a rapid rate, in addition to the drinks I’d received with my bed-ridden lunch, and I needed some more relief. I was all ready to check their arm tattoos to make sure I knew whether it was Chelsea or Kelsey who came to help me, but this time an Asian nurse made her way into my room. She was Filipino, by the looks of it, a little shorter than the twins, but she had an air of confidence about her. She was also sporting a fairly massive bladder bulge, as I assumed that if Chelsea and Kelsey weren’t pregnant, then this third nurse probably wasn’t pregnant either. “Hello, I’m Nurse Jasmine. What can I assist you with?” she asked me with a slight accent. I spoke of my need to relieve myself, and the nurse sprang into action with a bedpan. I managed to fill it up almost as much as last time, and I noticed that Nurse Jasmine seemed to be standing a bit stiffly as she waited for me to finish. I decided to be brazen and asked her, “Have you been holding it long? Nurse Kelsey told me that none of the staff are permitted restroom breaks on site here.” Jasmine flashed me a smile, “Oh those twins…they think they can hold it, but we’ve got some real tankards in this hospital.” I was not expecting this comment, because to me, the 11 hours that Kelsey spoke of holding her pee for was damn impressive. Nurse Jasmine started taking the bedpan away, then continued her train of thought, “Myself included. I’m on 18 hours and still feeling just fine. My shift ends in a couple more hours, but I’ll probably catch a few hours of shut eye and go out for drinks before I even think of relieving my large bladder.” “That’s incredible!” the words left my mouth before I could process them. Nurse Jasmine’s smile grew wider, “Well thank you kindly. But like I said, some of the women at FullHearts are made of titanium down there. If I didn’t know it was a medical necessity, I’d be convinced some of the doctors have never sprung a leak in their lives! Doctor Sarah Gallagher, I saw her go 40 hours without a piss during a procedure and not even cross her legs. Even I’d be breaking my neck to last that long without a wee.” Nurse Jasmine left my room, and I was left to my fantasies. Nurse Chelsea came back to check up on me at 6 pm. She apologized for the delay, but explained that the doctors were behind schedule due to the flu outbreak, so they were only now getting ready to have the experienced professional come to look me over. I told her it was no problem to stay in a hospital with such attractive staff, which earned me a blush and a wink. Chelsea was fidgeting a little as she spoke, and her bladder bulge also seemed to have increased by a few inches, and this she acknowledged, “Why yes, hun, and I think yours would have too if you went 18 hours and didn’t stop one time to pee.” I told her that Nurse Jasmine had been holding for that exact length of time when she came to check on me 3 hours prior, and she wasn’t showing such obvious signs of desperation, and Chelsea frowned briefly, “That bitch…don’t listen to her, Kelsey and I can hold circles around the other nurses. We’ve probably just drunk more than she did….” I let her excuse hang in the air and didn’t comment on it, and before Nurse Chelsea could say anything else, another woman stepped into the room. She was a tall woman with flowing blonde hair, huge boobs nearly popping out of her top, and if Chelsea looked 3 months pregnant, then the blonde certainly looked more like 5 months. “I’m Doctor Sarah Gallagher, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry for the delay. As I’m sure Nurse Chelsea explained to you, we’re just running behind today. This new Flu X has left us understaffed as well, but there’s no rest for the weary!” “It seems that even you need to take a comfort break at some point, Doctor. Do you really not feel that?” I asked, pointing to her enlarged abdomen. “I’m not a school girl who needs to rush to the lavatory to avoid wetting her knickers every time some pee enters her bladder. I cannot be bothered by such things, and thankfully I have the urine tank to prove it! I’ve been on duty for the last 30 hours without a toilet, but like I said, that isn’t a problem for me.” Doctor Gallagher replied confidently. She reached into the pocket of her medical jacket, took out a half-empty bottle of water, and finished it off before looking over my charts. When her eyes moved back to me, I told her about my experience from earlier in the day, “Nurse Jasmine told me you once lasted 40 hours on a procedure. Is that true?” Doctor Gallagher huffed, “Jasmine needs to cut that out….goodness, every time she tells that story………….It was 45 hours, and that’s not the longest I’ve ever gone. I don’t know why that one procedure stands out to her. I don’t think she understands that I have the bladder of a horse!” “You will have to teach her a lesson!” I joked, but Sarah’s reply was serious when she said, “You’re right, perhaps Jasmine will have to start working double shifts from now on….” Just then, the lights went out. The machines turned off. For five seconds all was dark throughout the hospital and I heard shouts of panic from other rooms and wings of the building. Then a low light came on and the medical machines hummed back to life. Sarah Gallagher was now looking on angrily, “Dammit! Why’d we lose power?? We’ve switched over to the emergency generators, but this is not good!” “What should we do??” Chelsea asked, trying to keep the panic out of her voice. “We need to conserve as much power as we can,” Doctor Gallagher said forcefully, reaching for a radio in her pocket, “I’m going to put the whole place on a lockdown. Nothing runs unless absolutely necessary. All the automatic doors on the floors need to be locked in the open position, elevators will have to be shut down, and we’ll have to lock our entry doors and re-route all incoming patients to another facility. No one leaves. Everyone stays on duty until we can get our normal power back.” The doctor turned to me briefly, and again her voice was serious, “You wanted to see me break 45 hours? You just might…” Then she walked briskly out of my room, with Nurse Chelsea tagging along a second later. All around I could hear the other staff milling about, trying to salvage as much of the situation as they could while keeping the patients calm. My mind was whirring – everyone stayed on duty. Bathroom breaks were not allowed. How long could FullHearts Hospital possibly function with its all-female staff put under such strain? I could tell they were some of the most dedicated and strong-bladdered women on the planet, but even they had to have limits! Alas, there was nothing I could do but lay and wait as time ticked by and bladders filled. I was ok with this. The evening wore on. The emergency lighting was dim, but I could see just well enough in my room and out into the hall. Every minute or two another nurse or doctor would flit by, scowling and shaking their heads, no doubt flustered by the sudden power outage. And what caught my eye was that every single one of them was sporting a very prominent bladder bulge. Sarah Gallagher was right – these were no school girls. These were women who knew how to hold their pee! Every time one of the nurses made their rounds and stopped in my room to check on me, I commented on the state of their bladder. Each nurse was open about talking about how badly her bladder was bursting, but they were all also equally confident about their unmatched abilities to hold it for as long as necessary. And none of them were showing any desperation anymore – not even Nurse Chelsea when she came to check on me at 10 pm with a 22 hour unrelieved bladder. She had been fidgeting 4 hours earlier, but now she was as steady as a rock (and her bladder certainly looked as hard as one!) as she monitored me and asked me a few questions relating to my condition. “Don’t you need to pee anymore? It seems that none of the ladies on staff have to go at all!” I exclaimed to her, unable to help myself. Chelsea bit back a smile, and I could see very small tears of pain coming from the corners of her eyes. So she was suffering from the strain. But her reply was simply, “We are professionals here at FullHearts Hospital. This is how we got the reputation in the medical community for being known as FullBladders Hospital. You won’t see us behaving any differently just because of the mass of urine inside us. We are grown women who can hold it, and we have to do just that during a crisis like this. If you’ll excuse me, I really do need to keep moving and check on the other patients…” Nurse Chelsea left me to my bed, while I suspected she had other reasons for wanting to keep moving besides just helping the patients. Her bladder was bulging like a globe thru her nurse’s outfit. It had to be causing her problems. Of course I thought that about every nurse and doctor I saw, especially when Doctor Sarah Gallagher walked passed my room an hour later with two other doctors at her sides. Each of them looked to be containing near a gallon in their stretched abdomens, but they all walked with a purpose and showed no signs of their urinary dilemma besides a light sheen of sweat on their foreheads. I was maddeningly aroused by the sights and sounds around me, but alas, I was in the hospital for a reason. I really was sick, and despite my best efforts, my body had had enough and I fell asleep from exhaustion sometime close to midnight. When I awoke, the clock on the far wall told me it was 10 am. Despite the fact that my body needed the rest, I couldn’t help but be disappointed. This was the best chance I’d ever have to see a group of iron-bladdered women desperate at once, and I’d let it slip through my fingers and fallen asleep. Surely I’d missed the main event by now. There was no way these women were still ho-… My mind went blank momentarily as Doctor Sarah Gallagher strode into my room. She seemed to be containing a beach ball under her outfit, but that wasn’t what it was. Sarah Gallagher was burstingly full of piss. Piss that she’d now been keeping inside herself for 46 hours. The good doctor was sweating more profusely than she had been the previous night, her eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, and she kept her legs close together as she walked and stood, but otherwise she was somehow able to compose herself normally and speak to me as if she was not mind blowingly desperate to piss. “You know, when I broke passed 45 hours, I thought of what your reaction would be…then I decided I’d better come see it in person,” Sarah told me with a smirk, “It’s not every day I have to push myself to get this full and still keep working, but unfortunately this isn’t just any other day. I have yet to hear a definitive update on our power situation.” “Are you quite sure you don’t need to relieve yourself?? What about the other girls?” I asked incredulously. “Don’t question the dedication of the staff of FullHearts Hospital. We have strong bladders and will put them to good use. You won’t see any member of the staff break down and piss while on duty, if that’s what you mean. These aching piss tanks will keep swelling as large as we need them to, and not one of them will even think about bursting.” Having given me such a rousing status update, Doctor Sarah took a minute to check on my flu, pulled out and chugged down half of a full bottle of water, then left the room, again with smaller, more pointed steps than I was used to seeing out of her. Despite her best efforts, I could tell she was dying to let loose her flood for the first time in 46 hours. At noon I was visited by Nurse Kelsey. Her bladder was round and swollen with 36 hours of piss clawing to get out. Her hair was matted to her face and forehead from sweat, and despite her very best efforts she could not stop a small tremor from continuing in her leg while she stood. Even so, Kelsey somehow managed to be totally professional as she did her checkup on me, never once wavering or halting things because of a pang from her bladder. I decided to gauge her reaction when I asked if she needed a relief, and Kelsey told me sternly, “No sir, I wouldn’t even think of it now. We FullHearts nurses know how to put our patience to the test. We’ve never had a girl lose her load on the clock and I’m not about to be the first!” As Kelsey left my room, Nurse Jasmine entered. Apparently whoever had scheduled the nurses’ rounds was a little too preoccupied with their unending need for relief, because I’d been double booked! As Nurse Jasmine ran through the same series of questions and tests that Kelsey had just administered, I noted that she was standing with her legs apart, and now there was no fidgeting coming from her. What a woman! I had to find her limits, however, so in a bit of naughtiness, I acted like I wanted to look at one of the charts she had in her hands, but ‘accidentally’ pressed on her bladder to adjust my position. The effect was instantaneous. Jasmine’s eyes went wide, her teeth clenched together as breath hissed loudly out between her lips, and her strong legs clamped right together. She did not cross them, and she did not put a hand between her legs, but I don’t know if I’ve seen someone holding back such pure pee-need. This was a girl who needed to let go in the worst way. Just from the rigidness of her posture, I could tell it was taking everything Jasmine had to keep her dam plugged up and forceful piss inside. She was quivering with the effort, her muscles tensed to the max. And amazingly, after ten seconds or so like this, Jasmine was able to relax ever so slightly as the wave of urgency I had caused her ended, and she continued as if nothing had happened. I was in awe, and after Nurse Jasmine finished checking her notes, she leaned in close and told me softly, “You’re lucky that my bladder seems to be made of steel. I haven’t had an accident since I was a little one, but there are not many girls who can withstand that sort of extra pressure after 39 hours without a toilet. You might not want to ‘slip’ anymore…” I nodded and apologized, but she cut me off, “Don’t apologize, at least not to me. No need. I can take it. Nothing’s going to make me crack, no matter how much longer we’re without power.” And so Nurse Jasmine left me with my tongue hanging out of my mouth. Around 2 pm I was visited by a redhead nurse I had only seen in passing. She introduced herself as Amy, and she had a bladder bulge that managed to almost rival Sarah Gallagher’s. Nurse Amy also didn’t appear quite as exhausted as the other ladies who had seen me today, though she was a good deal more fidgety due to her unbridled pee urges. With such a full bladder, it was a wonder she wasn’t doubled over from the pain. I asked Amy how she could be so wide-eyed and cheerful after so long on duty, and she explained to me that, with no end in sight to the power outage, the nurses and doctors had begun sleeping in some spare rooms on the top floor in shifts, just for a few hours each. She had just woken up an hour ago. I asked her how all the women were possibly managing to fall asleep with such massively full urinary organs, but Amy replied, “With how hard everyone is working to ignore their bodily urges and help our patients, we’re all dead tired by the time our break comes. Plus I’m sure we’ve all trained ourselves to fall asleep with bursting bladders anyway, for efficiency’s sake. I know I have….” Despite Nurse Amy’s confidence, I couldn’t see how this prolonged power failure could end in any way other than a hospital-wide breakdown in self-control and floods of pee eventually coating the floors. And it seemed to be already in the early stages of happening – multiple times I saw women with maxed out bladders walking passed my room, clearly going out of their minds with desperation. They were breathing heavily, clenching their fists, even clutching their pussies if they thought no one was looking. One redhead even grabbed herself to stem the oncoming tide in full view of her coworker whom she was walking with. The coworker could do nothing but shake her head sympathetically while the poor redhead fought for control of her shaking sphincter. The girl succeeded, just as every member of FullHearts Hospital had to this point, and both women continued on dryly. The redhead even began working on another bottle of water before she was out of my view. Watching all these powerful, prideful women being pushed to their limits was driving me wild, and as the afternoon wore on I felt some strength returning to me. Probably it was just the adrenaline from being in such an arousing situation, but no matter, I was going to put my newfound energy to good use. With a huff and a puff, I gingerly arose from my bed. My IV had been removed permanently the previous evening, so I was just on bedrest now. I decided it was time to explore the halls. Watching the nurses pass by my room was nice, but I was greedy. I wanted to see more! As I roamed the halls of FullHearts Hospital, the tension hung thick in the air. It was so heavy I could feel it weighing me down, surely the same way the women felt their voluminous bladders weighing down their midsections. Oh how I’m sure they wanted nothing more than to let that piss burst forth from them, let the pain subside and let themselves be comfortable again. Only their pride held them back. I saw it in each of their faces. Each woman was more determined than the last. They would all hold. They would not use the toilet, no matter how much their bladders swelled, no matter how much their sphincters ached, no matter how bad the pressure got. It was like a dream – everywhere I turned there were more desperate women, women so clearly on the total verge of urinary disaster, but still holding back their ruinous pee need through sheer willpower, sheer ego alone. Some of the stronger nurses and nearly all of the doctors attempted to straighten up and act normally when I passed by, but others couldn’t help themselves and continued clutching their thighs, rubbing their legs together, squeezing their fists into their crotches, and doing whatever sort of pee dance was needed to fight and resist the unbearable urge for seconds more, and seconds after that. On and on it went, the parade of desperate women, but more importantly, the parade of desperate DRY women. There was not one leak at FullHearts Hospital. The power outage had lasted far longer than anyone thought possible, and yet each woman’s massive bladder had been up to the task. Somehow I also couldn’t help but note that almost every woman I passed had a water bottle or a cup of coffee with her that was half-emptied. Through the carnage of bursting point bladders were three women whose urinary needs seemed less pronounced than the rest. Doctor Sarah Gallagher was still holding strongly, despite perhaps the largest and most swollen urine organ of all, tending to patients and only offering me a small smile and nod as I walked passed her. There was an Indian doctor, who told me her name was Rumi, who was managing to act fairly normal and bear the pain of a totally blown up bladder. While Doctor Gallagher’s might have been the roundest and most filled, Rumi’s was certainly protruding the furthest out from her body. It looked completely unnatural, even on her borderline voluptuous frame, such was her incredible capacity. The third girl, to my complete surprise, was Nurse Jasmine. Despite telling me on the first day that holding 40 hours would be a real accomplishment for her, the Asian wonder had contained herself for well in excess of that time, and the glower in her eyes told me she was fueled with pure adrenaline and would do everything in her power to keep the hold going. Her bladder was bulging the lowest of the three, with the rotund shape only seeming to end mere centimeters above her pussy. This suggested that perhaps Nurse Jasmine’s bladder was containing some of the most vicious pressure, as all of that pee weight was bearing down directly on her poor, overworked sphincter. But she was not complaining. She even bade me over to her once she had finished with a patient and let me touch the gargantuan, rock solid mass that was her abdomen (as long as I promised her I would not press down like I had before). “I am feeling strong today – all my training has paid off! Watch, I won’t piss before any of the ladies here!” Jasmine told me confidently. She also told it to me a bit too loudly, as a few of the other nurses overheard. However, with urine tanks full to bursting and on the verge of emptying completely, they were in no position to argue with the Asian bladder goddess, so most of them just rolled their eyes and continued with their business. I spent a long part of the afternoon strolling the halls of FullHearts Hospital. By the time I returned to my room it was 8 pm. While I had seen astonishing bursting bladders and frantic desperation, the one sight that had eluded me was that of a piss waterfall spraying out from between the legs of any of these paragons of urinary capacity. No one had cracked, no one had broken down, no one had given in, and no one’s bladders had cried out in defeat. I was nearly as desperate to see these women lose control as they were to keep their pee held in. However, I could also feel my adrenaline wearing off, and the truth was that I was still getting over the strain of Flu X that had put me in the hospital in the first place. I knew if I tried to stay up waiting for these powerful women to have an accident, I could very well pass out beforehand and miss the whole show that was to come. And so, I took a calculated risk. Though many of the women I’d seen on my travels seemed to be close to losing all control, I decided to bet on the strength and willpower of the nurses and doctors at FullHearts. My phone had been kept for me conveniently on a counter near my bedside, and I flicked it on and set an alarm for myself. I would sleep until midnight, getting just enough rest to be able to carry on the next day. These iron-bladdered women just had to hold out for 4 more hours, and then the fireworks could commence in earnest. I crossed my fingers, took a breath, and lay down on my bed to get some rest. As I lost consciousness, my last thought was hoping that I’d made the right decision. My alarm went off promptly at midnight. For a moment I gazed around with tired eyes. A second passed and suddenly I remembered my grand plan. Had I slept too long?? Had I missed the rivers of piss that would surely await me?? I gingerly rose from my bed and left my room. If the tension in the air had been thick before I went to sleep, it was positively overbearing now. Nearly every nurse I saw was walking with slow, halting steps. Most had hands caressing their brimming full bladders. Some were shaking. Some had tears in their eyes. All of them did continue to have that one undeniable thing in common – they were all dry. Not a single bladder had given way to the unheard-of strain that was now being laid upon them. It had been well over a day since the power had gone out at FullHearts Hospital, and longer still since any of these on-duty women had relieved their giant, bursting piss tanks, but somehow their dedication remained up to the task. As I continued to walk the halls, it became apparent that there was not one woman left in the hospital who wasn’t showing significant pain on her face. I even caught a glimpse of Doctor Sarah Gallagher doubling over to contain the massive load of liquid inside her. And then, finally, I turned a corner, and before my eyes the façade that no doctor or nurse at FullHearts Hospital required a restroom was destroyed. I saw a younger brunette nurse frantically rubbing her thighs together, both hands buried deep in her crotch. She was so desperate that she’d actually put her hands inside her pants to hold right against her vagina. She was moaning, oblivious to the scene she was causing and the stares of fellow nurses and patients. The poor bursting girl reached one single time for the chart she had been poring over, but was stopped by another fierce urge and had no choice but to regrip herself for everything she was worth. She did not reach for the chart again. For five minutes I watched this brunette nurse, a girl who clearly had an abnormally large bladder and ridiculous willpower, fight against the inevitable call of Mother Nature. She did everything possible to contain herself, veins sticking out on her neck, face going red and spotty with the effort, but then the dam burst. Piss spilled through her pants and onto the floor of FullHearts Hospital – the first peeing accident ever suffered by a staff member. Some of the nurses groaned loudly and held themselves as the sound splattered through the hallways. For others, this was too much! All around this one soaking, still-pissing girl, other nurses began to be overwhelmed by their bladders and the echoing sound of piss hitting the tile. Overworked bladders began to burst and soon there were at least ten nurses in a single hallway pissing away. None were doing so intentionally, all of them were trying to hold the flow back with every power they could muster, but it was no use. They had reached their limits hours ago, valiantly pushed themselves to new and greater heights, but now the defeat of one of their number pushed them over the edge. The flood of piss became deafening as so much dark yellow, musky urine was released at once. In spite of themselves, most of the nurses were moaning in pleasure from the relief, and I knew that deep down, beyond all the bravado, this is what they truly wanted – that desperate, frothing relief from their ponderous loads of long-held pee. I watched the scene unfold in a state of awe, somehow tearing my eyes away briefly from the floods of urine now cascading over the floor to note that there were a few strong ones (mostly doctors) on this level of the hospital who continued to contain themselves despite the unbridled relief that most were experiencing. As the puddles finally reached their maximum and bulging bladders deflated, I quickly made my way down to a different floor of the hospital. Had this event triggered a release of pee from any other members of the staff, I wondered. To my surprise, everyone I encountered on that lower level was still dry, still absolutely busting with piss, and still totally unwilling to let it out. But I was persistent and continued to walk and wait it out. By 1 am, an African-American nurse who couldn’t have yet been out of college succumbed to the mind-numbing, bladder-stretching pressure. Piss hissed out of her like a firehose as she fought and failed to regain control. Again I was struck by just how powerful the girl’s bladder must have been. A girl with a bladder capable of such a gusher had probably never lost control before in her life. But even iron bladders have limits, or so I was finding out. And indeed, the spherical shapes of every woman’s abdomen within 30 feet of this newest wetting girl also flattened. This time there were a few gasps and even a few shrieks as relief was finally felt for the first time in over a day, perhaps two days for some. Only the strongest of the strong were able to keep their floods locked firmly inside as the majority of women gushed piss through their uniforms and onto the cold, sopping floor. Some of the urine was so dark in color from being kept in for so long that it was nearly orange. I was mesmerized by how everything was playing out. Women whom seemed to have bladders that could hold in an ocean were finding themselves at and passed their impressive limits, exploding pee onto the floor, their clothes, and each other without the ability to stop the flow even a second longer. Again, after many minutes the myriad of pee finally came to an end. Almost unable to contain myself from what I had just witnessed, I left the dripping women to clean themselves up and returned to a different level of the hospital and my room. Just as I reached the door and entered, a woman came in behind me. I turned and saw Nurse Kelsey, bobbing up and down with a hand over her vagina. Her eyes were wide and frantic, and I recalled that this girl hadn’t taken a single piss break in over 49 hours. “Quick! Go into your bathroom! Ineedthetoilet!” she muttered desperately, motioning to the attached bathroom at the far side of my room. I was slightly confused at having been startled by Kelsey, but without hesitation I did as she said and the poor girl hobbled after me. She slammed the door shut behind her and instantly had her pants and panties around her ankles. Standing over the toilet, Nurse Kelsey let the tension leave her wracked, aching body and began to pee an incredible stream into the bowl. For five glorious seconds I watched this sexy nurse with a nearly unmatched bladder capacity gush noisily into my toilet, her slit bare before me, but then she cut the flow and nearly yelled out as it stopped. “Fucking hell, that was hard to cut off!” she yelped, continuing to grasp at her sodden vagina. “What are you doing??” I had to ask her, still unsure at what exactly had just taken place. Kelsey took a few seconds to regain her breath, and her scant bodily control, then answered, “That bitch Chelsea is still holding on! I swear her bladder is made of lead! I can’t let my sis outlast me! But I was about to pop, as you could plainly see! So I just had to let loose a little bit of the pressure, take the edge off, and now I can go on holding. No one will know a thing, because really – look at this bladder bulge! I’m still positively massive! And since I went in here with you, I can just tell any curious inquirer that I was helping you use the toilet. But listen, no one can know! If anyone finds out that I actually took a piss on duty on PURPOSE, I’ll be handed my walking papers. So please, sweetie, zip your lip about this. It’s the only relief I’ll need to take, honest!” Kelsey spoke about as quickly as anyone can say anything at all, but who was I to refuse her such a request? Especially after the show she’d just given me! I nodded my agreement and Nurse Kelsey hastily exited my room to return to her duties. No sooner had Kelsey left my vision than Nurse Chelsea sprinted into my room, hands firmly clenching her protruding abdomen. “I can’t hold it any longer! Go! Go! Go!” she cried, pointing me in the direction of the corner bathroom. ‘Twins really do think alike…’, I had time to think to myself before Nurse Chelsea nearly shoved me into the tiny room and shut the door behind us. For five seconds I was treated to an unobstructed view of Chelsea’s pissing gash, which differed from Kelsey’s only by having a small piercing over the clitoris. Then Chelsea, like her sister, cut the stream, cursing and punching her thigh as she did. I received a very similar explanation from Chelsea about how that “whore” Kelsey just had a bladder that would stretch and stretch, but Chelsea just “knew” she could beat her after this bit of relief. I decided to play nice and kept Chelsea’s secret just the same as I had kept Kelsey’s, and soon Chelsea was back to her rounds, somehow having also cut off a pee 49 hours in the making to continue on with her job. As Chelsea waltzed out of my room, only relieved in the slightest amount possible, I made another calculated decision. While the entire hospital was currently in shambles, its staff all full on bursting with urine and the majority losing their loads even as I walked to my doorway, I decided to stay within view of my room. Something was telling me I hadn’t seen the last of the twins. They surely hadn’t gotten enough relief with just 5 second jets of piss to last for long. Another partial pee would be needed to keep the rest of the pee at bay, and I wasn’t going to miss another up close and personal show! Over the next hour I witnessed a few more accidents from big bladdered ladies, their overloaded bladders no longer able to take the pounding of so many untold hours of piss any longer. Still, none but the twins had let go intentionally. Every other woman dutifully held on until the bitter end. It really was astonishing to see such a concerted display of willpower from every member of a group this size. I could only imagine the hiring process at FullHearts… At 2 am, just as I’d suspected, Nurse Chelsea returned to my doorway. “Oh please! I just need a little more! If I can let a little more out I’ll be able to outhold Kelsey by hours, I just know it!” she pleaded, and once more I found my generous side taking over and bade her to come in and use the bathroom. We closed the door and Chelsea nearly ripped her pants from the speed with which she deposited them on the floor. No sooner had Nurse Chelsea turned and sat on the toilet, giving me a lovely view of her bare rump in the process, than there was a sharp knocking on the bathroom door. “Please open up! I can’t keep all this in!” came the cries from the other side of the door. Chelsea had begun her stream, just for a half-second, and cutting it off now was clearly torturing the poor girl. However, I knew just who was calling us, and so I opened the door to reveal Nurse Kelsey, hop-scotching about with her bulbous abdomen cradled in one hand while the other was nestled firmly between her thighs. Her whole body was quivering and she was at wit’s end. “Please…..pee…..” she whispered softly, clearly using every bit of energy she possessed to hold the deluge back for mere seconds longer. Kelsey was concentrating with such vigor to hold her pee that for a few seconds I don’t think she realized I had opened the door. Chelsea had gotten up from the toilet seat and stood over it, legs shaking madly as she fought to appear undisturbed by the mammoth load she was containing while in front of her sister. Kelsey finally paused long enough to look up and take in the sight of Chelsea and me in the bathroom, but she was too desperate to care. Nurse Kelsey fidgeted her way into the bathroom with us, nearly shoving me over in a last ditch effort to reach the toilet. Chelsea, for her part, made no attempt to move from her position, standing directly over the glistening white bowl. Kelsey whimpered and I could see her begin to leak with the toilet in such close proximity. Kelsey came right up to Chelsea and tried to move her to the side, but Chelsea would not budge. Then she noticed Kelsey’s pee dribbling down her legs and suddenly Nurse Chelsea was spurting small bursts of pee into the toilet. With their faces screwed up in agony, both women tried to cut off the stream, clearly tortured by both the white hot need to urinate and the embarrassment of losing control in front of the other sister. Alas, after a monumental effort of perhaps half a minute that brought the trickles to a halt, Kelsey could hold on no longer. 50 hours of pent up piss shot out of her pussy with force. She had her pants at her knees and was trying desperately to arch her back enough to aim the firehose at the toilet below Chelsea’s legs. All this resulted in was splattering Chelsea’s lower half with piss, and that set Chelsea off. Her bladder’s floodgates opened and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Both women were standing with naked legs and vaginas visible, facing each other and letting rip absolute torrents of hot, steaming, 50 hour old piss. Some of it was managing to get into the toilet bowl, but the majority was landing on the bathroom floor and on each other. But the twins were in too much ecstasy from their relief to care, screaming out their joy from the pleasure they now felt. Neither made any attempt to move out of the way of the hard stream coming from the other’s pussy. I watched as two massive bladders deflated right before my eyes, each woman clearly holding liters and at the end her capacity’s limits. Then a figure burst into the room and began to yell. It was Doctor Sarah Gallagher, clearly coming to investigate the wild noises emanating from my bathroom. “What in God’s name is this?!” Sarah shouted, eyeing the two madly pissing women. Kelsey and Chelsea tried to straighten up and look Sarah in the face, but they were unable to do so. Their bladders still had so much more piss to empty out, and soon the two nurses sank back down into each other and continued to let their pee loose over the toilet. Sarah huffed in a fit of anger, “My goodness! What has happened to this place?? Do none of you have any control??” Sarah turned away from us and towards the door, giving me an exquisite view of her completely gargantuan bladder bulge. She was now holding back 62 hours of piss in that overinflated vessel, but somehow the doctor appeared to be in control of her waters even now. Sarah was constantly clenching and unclenching her fists, and from the low emergency lighting I could see sweat pouring down her face, but she was holding on and doing so better than the rest. Sarah began walking out of the room and was met there by Nurse Amy. There was panic in the nurse’s eyes and she had her legs squeezed as tightly as possible. As she began to speak she double crossed them even harder, “Doctor Gallagher! I heard…..a commotion….What’s….” “Oh good, Nurse Amy! It’s good to see you still as dry as ever! Why, I do believe you’re the only nurse who hasn’t…disgraced herself yet. Only I and some of the other doctors remain,” Sarah greeted her, pleased with the nurse’s efforts. The doctor shot a deadly glance back at the three of us still huddled in our pool of piss in the bathroom, but when she turned back to Amy, the bursting girl muttered, “Yes…..dry….dry….dry…” and then shrieked as she stayed dry no longer. Urine poured through her uniform, soaking it in seconds. Amy squatted down in a bid to regain control, but all it accomplished was making her piss even harder. With willpower that I didn’t know existed, Sarah Gallagher stared Nurse Amy down as she fell to the floor and continued to pee, and the doctor didn’t move a muscle. She was clearly clenching her muscles to their max, but her legs did not cross and her hands stayed at her sides. Sarah Gallagher’s bladder was a stone fortress - that much was certain. Sarah strode out into the halls, and I finally left my two piss-soaked twins to get a better view of the proceedings. “Can no one here hold in their piss for just a couple of hours??” Sarah shouted into the empty hallways before her. Those halls were filled with chatty, bursting nurses just hours before, but now the nurses had either gone to rest after their release, or they simply sauntered on with their eyes glazed over, still unable to comprehend the failure of their once-iron bladders. “There really isn’t a single nurse in this entire building who can hold it??” Sarah called out again in disgust. Then, from a corner room, a woman hobbled into view and began to walk towards Sarah. I peeked out of my room and saw that it was none other than Nurse Jasmine, looking for all the world about 7 months along in a pregnancy. She took shivering steps, but the nurse was holding strong. “I’m still holding it, Doctor Gallagher, after 53 hours. No release and no relief for me! I wouldn’t….wouldn’t even dream of it!” Nurse Jasmine stated proudly when she came up next to Sarah, though her body language belied just how remarkably desperate she was to let go of her near-endless supply of piss. Rather than excitement at finding the strongest remaining nurse, Sarah replied with indignation, “You??? YOU?!?!? Nurse Jasmine, with all due respect (she said the word with a heavy dose of sarcasm), you seem ready to pop! Why don’t you just do us all a favor and squat down here, open yours legs up nice and wide, and take that piss you’re clearly dying for. Let the real ladies keep their floods back, and you can be dismissed and find a hospital to work in where they don’t mind accident-prone women.” I couldn’t believe Sarah’s tone. Perhaps there was more to this rivalry than I knew… “I’ll show you how a true bladder queen holds it in and continues her work! Make no mistake, I am strong enough to outhold you and I will take pleasure in showing you!” Jasmine fired back, spreading her shaking legs to show off her control. Her knees wilted briefly as a particularly strong bladder spasm wracked her aching body, but the Asian nurse held firm. Sarah simply rolled her eyes and spat back, “We’ll just see about that, girlie…. Now don’t you have patients to attend to?” Sarah stalked away from Nurse Jasmine and met up with the Indian doctor, Rumi, who was coming out of an adjacent room. Rumi was sweating all over and now sported a bladder bulge that rivalled both Jasmine’s and Sarah’s, but it was quite evident the toll it was taking on her to contain it. “You’ve been holding it for what, 60 hours? Isn’t that right, doctor?” Sarah asked her, emphasizing the word ‘doctor’ to make it clear what she thought of Jasmine’s status as a nurse. Rumi nodded her head a bit too quickly, as if all her power was being used elsewhere and she had no more left to move her head at an even pace, but she did sputter out, “Yes….yes Sarah….of course….60 hours and I haven’t peed….ohhhhhh….peed a drop!” Sarah turned back to Nurse Jasmine, “See Nursey, don’t give me that ‘53 hours’ crap! Real women hold it for 60 hours and then keep waiting! Let’s go, Rumi…” Sarah walked off with Rumi struggling after her. Jasmine, now left alone, noticed me for the first time and realized I had watched the entire last few minutes unfold. “Pay her no mind. I told you, I’ve been training up for a day like this…..I just hope my bladder of steel doesn’t let me down. It’s really hurting down there!” Jasmine admitted to me, before she too left to continue her rounds. Over the next few hours, I witnessed all of the other doctors, the strongest of the strong with the largest bladders in the entire hospital, give in and piss, one by one. Each flood was more tantalizing than the last, and it was crazy to watch the reactions of these women. I doubted some of them had even felt troubled by their bladders ever in their lives before this power outage, and yet they all eventually stood in the middle of giant, sweeping puddles, their exhausted bladders finally giving up the fight after hours and days without a single drop escaping. By 9 am, the only women who remained dry were Rumi, Jasmine, and Sarah Gallagher herself. They all seemed about to crack. Jasmine was taking shuddering breaths while rubbing her agonized abdomen, tears forming in her eyes and running down her face. “60 hours….60 hours….60 hours…” she repeated to herself whenever she had breath to spare. Rumi had given up all semblance of outward control and was pee dancing wildly, scissoring her legs and squatting down at all times. She was still, despite it all, trying to move from patient to patient, but the wait of 67 hours had rendered her strong bladder control nearly useless. Sarah Gallagher was filled to her max. She was nearly like a balloon about to pop. I was seriously worried that if someone so much as touched her, the suffering woman would rupture and piss would fly everywhere. She was red-faced and oozing sweat. She would even puff out her cheeks now and again from the effort of holding, completing the balloon look. Still, after 69 long hours, this was to be expected. All three women had far surpassed any limits they thought they had. Driven by such a maniacal will to hold, I knew the only way these women would piss was if they reached total muscle failure. All three were certainly close, teetering on the edge of explosion and then convincing their bodies to contain the load for seconds longer before repeating the process, again and again, over and over. Then all three women found themselves walking towards the same patient together. Luck would have it that all of their pathways converged after all this time. Jasmine and Sarah took big breaths and somehow managed to stand straight up and walk, a stiff walk, but otherwise a walk that appeared fairly normal. Their bladders stuck straight out of their bodies and almost seemed fake, like an implant tacked on to an already perfect breast. Rumi watched the two of them do this, then tried to follow suit, arching her back and removing her hands from her quivering vagina. She succeeded for perhaps 3 or 4 seconds, and then Rumi’s thick, tender legs shook harder than they had all morning. The Indian doctor gasped and yelled out, her hands flying back to her rebelling crotch, but it was too late. Piss sprayed from Rumi like a tap on full blast. No amount of muscle strength could keep it back, and despite Rumi’s incredible efforts to regain control, she did not so much as put a dent in the flood that was erupting from her nether regions. Jasmine and Sarah immediately stopped walking and had to put their full energy, everything they had left, into retaining their own waters in the face of Rumi’s bursting defeat. The two stood stock still as fresh urine pooled at their feet, both women refusing to budge and use their hands to hold, relying on aching sphincters and pure desire only. This contest of wills was surely madness. I couldn’t tell how either one of them lasted without bursting, but their ponderous loads of urine remained firmly trapped inside their iron-strong holding tanks. After what seemed like hours, Rumi’s waterfall ran out, and no new waterfall joined it. With a sneer and a nod, Sarah Gallagher clenched up and managed to walk passed the shivering Jasmine to continue her rounds. She spared Rumi only the smallest of glances, her fellow doctor clearly having lost her respect now that her bladder had proven to have a finite capacity. When Sarah was out of sight, I saw Jasmine fight for half a minute to keep from grabbing her crotch. The urgency in her body increased by leaps and bounds without her rival staring her down, and eventually Jasmine had no choice but to bend double and clutch between her strong thighs. I knew that soon neither woman would be able to remain dry, iron bladders or not. Sure enough, as the clock continued to tick, both Sarah and Jasmine’s ability to hold began to break down. I caught Sarah furiously rubbing herself in an empty room in a last ditch effort to keep her pee shut in. No sooner had she waved me out of the room than I witnessed Jasmine leaning against a desk with her hands rooted firmly to her thighs. Her eyes were closed and she was softly telling herself, “Press it in…press it in…don’t let it out…” while her damp, sweaty hair clung to her face. Both women had pushed themselves passed any and all normal standards of holding capacity, and now both were left with nothing but obscene bladder bulges and scraps of fading willpower. Their bladders were like concrete, every second pushing and prodding against their totally tapped out sphincters, the pressure-filled orbs of urine asking – no, demanding- release from their prisons. I knew for a fact that neither woman could take any more punishment and pain without unleashing gallons of piss throughout the entire hospital, and yet each minute passed with both women proving me wrong. They took the unimaginable strain and held against it, their bodies on the verge of explosion, their minds doing everything possible not to waver from that one singular thought – hold it in! At 11 am the two women once again found themselves staring at each other face to face. It was patently obvious that the battle was about to be over. Both women were completely covered in sweat, their eyes were wide from the hurting piss inside them. Their loads of urine were screaming for exit, and neither woman’s bladder was in any shape to resist it longer. Sarah and Jasmine went eye to eye as they struggled, willpower fading into nothingness, hands now planted on their vaginas, their heavy stores of piss now right on the precipice of total eruption. “A….a nurse….nurse like you…can’t…compete with a….doctor…like…me!” Sarah spat out between nervous breaths, her voice even cracking from the effort she was putting forth. Jasmine was so close to exploding that she couldn’t even respond. She simply whimpered, maintained eye contact with Sarah briefly, and then lowered her head to put her last vestiges of concentration into refusing to let her torturous piss exit her quivering body. “71…71 hours I’ve held this in….nearly three full days! I’ve never…held it in for…three days before…” Sarah continued, saying the words as much in awe to herself as she was bragging to the suffering nurse. For a few seconds, I thought Jasmine would still be unable to respond, but then the girl lifted her head, stared back into Sarah’s eyes, and whispered, “And you won’t…..” Sarah Gallagher’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head. “How dare you! You insolent nurse! Telling me, Doctor Sarah Gallagher, that I can’t hold back a simple bodily function like peeing! I’ve got the biggest bladder in this hospital! I’ve got the strongest bladder FullHearts has ever seen! I’ve outlasted them all! You’re….you’re…..” Sarah ranted at the nurse, searching for the final word to nail down her insult. At that moment her indescribable bladder suffered a scintillating wave of urgency and cramped up harder than it ever had before. The pressure doubled, then doubled again, until it far worse than any woman could hope to withstand. Doctor Gallagher’s exhausted bladder was in full rebellion and was determined to blow out her overload of piss this very instant. Sarah yelled out as the pressure hit her, hands wrapped over her bursting pussy, but when she clenched her sphincter as she had done so many thousands of times before in these last three days, the doctor found that no strength remained. Sarah Gallagher had finally hit her maximum limit. “You’re right! I can’t hold it!” Sarah howled in desperation as a torrent of dark yellow piss exploded forth from her clenching bladder. The beautiful bulbous orb began to flatten as Sarah gushed onto the floor, her iron bladder now no better than all the rest after 71 hours of torment. After a few seconds of grasping for control, the ailing doctor slumped down, defeated at last. She had put forth so much effort to contain herself this long that she simply had nothing left, lying on the hospital floor as piss sprayed in every direction from her spewing vagina. Jasmine lost all composure when Sarah began flooding the hospital with her liters and liters of angry urine, but even when her pee dancing was at its zenith, the nurse refused to lose control of her 62 hour bladder. After nearly ten minutes, Sarah’s bladder finally ran dry. Well in excess of a gallon of pee was covering the floor between them. Then, without warning, the overhead lights began to flicker. Soon they started shining brightly. All across the hospital, light was restored and machines that had been put in standby mode whirred to life. The power had returned to FullHearts Hospital, and just in time for Nurse Jasmine. With halting steps, the desperate girl began to make her way towards the hospital’s exit. But Sarah Gallagher had regained her senses. “Where do you think you’re going, nursey?” She called to Jasmine, sitting up with anger and annoyance showing on her face. “Don’t think that you’ve proven yourself to be the best among us quite yet! You know damn well that I was holding in 9 more hours of piss than you! And I don’t think your shift is scheduled to end…until you can match it! We’ll see who the bladder queen of FullHearts really is, sweetie!” Jasmine visibly shuddered as a chill ran up her spine at the thought of holding an additional 9 hours. I was sure she’d give in right then and there and release her load, but somehow the Filipino nurse reached down into her endless reserves of willpower and summoned the effort to nod curtly. Jasmine continued walking, but she went right passed the exit doors and turned only when she reached her next patient’s room. Jasmine would have to hold until 8 pm to match Sarah’s record of 71 hours, and I knew it was going to be a tall, nigh impossible test, even for someone as strong and resilient as Jasmine. Her bladder was overloaded, totally swollen to the brim with steaming piss, and now she was being asked to bear down and contain it for a further 9 hours. I didn’t see how she could accomplish the feat. It seemed even Jasmine’s toes were curling in desperation! I knew she had to go, and bad! I watched her hobble with aching steps from room to room and realized that ‘bad’ didn’t even begin to cover how urgently Jasmine needed a relief. Somehow, the piss stayed in. By noon, Sarah and the rest of the doctors and nurses had started to undertake the monumental task of cleaning up the piss-ridden hospital. They also spared no time in launching insults and snide comments at Jasmine. I was sure that some of the nicer nurses were only doing so to come off well to Sarah, but the egos of these bladder queens couldn’t stand the fact that one of them remained dry and holding. When she was in between the ever-increasing waves of urgency, Jasmine would lob an insult right back, but otherwise she let her actions (or rather, the inaction of her frothing piss) do the talking. As the early afternoon rolled around, I began to think that Nurse Jasmine might just make it. Sure, she seemed dead tired, and her legs were now double crossed at all times, but she’d made it this far. Her mammoth bladder was bulging larger than ever, larger even than Sarah Gallagher’s was at its peak, and the force bearing down on her drained and aching sphincter had to be astronomical. I could sense that Sarah was thinking similar thoughts, because within a few minutes she had thrust a bottle of water into Jasmine’s hand with the command to “Drink, bitch!”. The bottle completed, a second one replaced it with a similar command from the doctor. On it went, with Sarah making sure to keep Jasmine pumped up with liquids, at least an extra liter every hour. For a few hours, Jasmine seemed able to stand the additional pressure. But gradually I saw her coming to her final limits. The piss would win in the end, as it always did. By 5 pm, Jasmine’s pee dancing was absolutely frantic, and by 6 pm I was sure her tired, swollen bladder would simply detonate before any more pee could be forced into it. Her bulge was obscene, her top completely unable to hide the rounded midsection. Her skin was stretched and white, and the poor nurse seemed primed to pop. The other nurses and doctors were even making pregnancy jokes at Jasmine’s expense, and all the while Sarah kept forcing more bottles of water into the Asian’s hands. “Come on, show me how strong that nurse’s bladder of yours really is! Come on, drink another one! Don’t piss it out, now! You have to hold!” Sarah taunted her as Jasmine downed yet another bottle. As the clock struck 7 pm, 70 hours into Nurse Jasmine’s incredible hold, I saw her piss urgency take a turn for the worse. She was now far passed desperation. It seemed a piss was becoming simply necessary. There was no room left in her body to contain another milliliter of urine, but her kidneys continued to pump it into her. It simply had to come out. Jasmine’s adrenaline had faded long ago, her will was in tatters, and only her muscle strength remained, but even that was on its last legs. No matter what, there is one constant for every woman, regardless of how strong they become and long they train themselves to put off the urge – every woman has to piss. Jasmine began to tremble, and I saw Sarah’s eyes glitter as she was assured of her victory. Jasmine’s trembling turned into full-body shakes as her body revolted against itself, trying to force Jasmine to blow out all her liters upon liters of torturous piss, to end this hold once and for all. Jasmine was at her wit’s end and began stamping her feet. Her hands were concreted to her most intimate parts. Her bladder began cramping violently in the face of such terrible waves of urgency. The waves all rolled together into one constant surge. Jasmine’s iron bladder squeezed for all it was worth. Pressure this high was enough to break any bladder… …except Jasmine’s. Sarah Gallagher began to howl with rage as Jasmine trembled and shook and quivered…and held on. The girl would not be defeated, not on this day. Jasmine’s interminable desperation did not cease, the waves came harder and stronger still, but Jasmine’s pee stayed locked away in her iron tankard of a bladder. Time continued to pass and finally it was 8 pm. Jasmine was free! Sarah could do nothing but shoot the Asian nurse one final look of contempt, and then Nurse Jasmine was safely out of FullHearts Hospital, walking with something resembling poise, which was an incredible feat for someone holding 71 hours of boiling urine. Without hesitation, I followed. Watching the ever-increasing desperation of everyone in FullHearts Hospital had given me a great boost, and I could safely say I was on the road to recovery and no longer needed to be there. I watched as Jasmine walked through the parking lot and found her car. She went to open the door…but nothing happened. Jasmine tried again, pulling harder, but got the same result. The door was jammed. Suddenly the total desperation came rushing back to the Filipino woman. She began clutching at herself and pacing back and forth, her desperation to let out her piss reaching uncontrollable levels. I watched in awe, waiting for the one explosion of pee that I hadn’t yet seen. Jasmine was unable to concentrate, unable to formulate any plan that did not involve opening her car door, and the door would not budge. Then I realized something else – I didn’t want to see this. I couldn’t bear the thought of Nurse Jasmine holding in her pee against all odds for so long in the hospital, outholding Sarah, only to lose her piss like any other girl in the parking lot. A true bladder queen like Jasmine deserved a toilet. And so I went to her. I turned her around, and the girl was so desperate she did not recognize me for the first moment. Then I bade her to follow me to my car. Jasmine made it to my car, but only because I put an arm under her and nearly carried her there. She could focus on nothing else but the burning desire to release her pee. I asked for directions to her flat, and she was able to mutter and point as I was on the road. We motored along at surely illegal speeds, but it was all in the name of glorious, relieving pee! Jasmine was hunched over the passenger seat, holding her belly and massaging between her legs while I offered words of encouragement. With luck, we reached her apartment and still Jasmine remained dry. Again, I helped her up the steps to her third floor place. She jiggled the key frantically for a few moments, but finally the door opened. Jasmine sped to the toilet with everything she had, but as I followed her into her apartment I did not hear the pent up spray I expected. Instead, I turned a corner and saw Jasmine, standing frozen in front of her open bathroom door and staring. There was a clock just above the door, and it read 8:30 pm. Jasmine was licking her lips, staring at her own personal toilet with an almost unfathomable lust. But she did not go in. “Three days…..” she said softly. The implication was clear. Just one half of an hour separated Jasmine from the hallowed three day mark. She would not pee before then. She would force herself to contain the overload a little longer. Then Jasmine turned to me and her face registered shock for a brief second. She had been so lost in her trance for the toilet that it was as if she had forgotten I’d brought her to her apartment. But then the memory flooded back to her, and Jasmine gave herself one more squeeze between her legs before walking back towards the kitchen. “Would you like some tea?” she asked me in a hoarse voice, the interminable strain of the day taking clear effect. Her footsteps were slow and stiff, her back was bent forward in an effort to give her bladder more room to cope with its hurting load of urine, but I allowed my host to brew and even pour out two cups of tea. We sat on her sofa and drank. I did not bother talking. All of Jasmine’s energy was focused on the clock. It was her ultimate tormentor, even moreso than her bulging bladder. The clock determined her fate. The clock determined when she could pee, and Jasmine had no choice but to hold back her impending flow just a little longer until the clock granted her permission. I swear Jasmine began to see stars as 9 pm approached. Her sphincter, rock solid only some hours before, was verging on total collapse every second. I saw her taking sharp breaths and kegeling as often as she could. Her hands stayed flatly on her trembling thighs for this final test, much to my amazement. Her bladder was swollen out and seemed to be vibrating, such was her need. The absolute urgency to urinate was driving Nurse Jasmine mad. I could see it in her face. Her thighs clenched and scissored, then scissored again. Soon her legs were in constant motion, even as she sat. Again the waves of piss need began to double and triple the pressure she felt pressing down on her aching sphincter. Her bladder began to pulse as it desperately tried to rid itself of its overload. She began to moan over and over, a low hum that gradually turned higher in pitch as her bladder’s capacity and ability to hold reached critical, impossible levels. This was Jasmine’s last power, I was certain. We had finally arrived at the bladder queen’s breaking point. And then the clock struck 9! Jasmine leapt off the sofa and flew to the bathroom. She had not seated herself on a toilet for 3 long, arduous days, and now both her bladder’s limits, and the limits of her masochism, had been reached. Jasmine pulled off her pants and threw down her panties in record time and sat down on the toilet…on her toilet. I followed as quickly as I could. I was sure that after all we’d been through in the last 3 days, she would not mind some company. And she did not, as Jasmine managed to look at me and offer one final small smile before the piss shot out of her. From the mammoth size of her bulge, I was sure Jasmine was holding at least a gallon and a half of hot, stinking piss in her overworked bladder, and now it all tried to get out of her at once. Her stream was like a downpour as it hissed wantonly into the bowl below her. Jasmine’s face, finally, showed comfort and relief. I didn’t think it was possible for anyone to feel as relieved as she surely felt letting out 72 hours, 3 full days, worth of pee all at once. Her stream did not sputter – it continued on unabated for minutes on end. I didn’t think her bladder would ever deflate, but finally her midsection began to appear flat and toned. Then the splatter of piss came to a halt. Jasmine did not drip dry. Her load of piss was forced out with such fury that she was peeing full bore one moment and was empty the next. It was an incredible sight and still more proof of the awesome urgency she was holding back for so many hours. With her telling smirk back on her face, Jasmine rose from the toilet, gave me a small kiss on the cheek, and led me to the door. “Thanks hun. Whew, I really needed that! Come back any time…” she told me playfully as I exited her apartment. I left and drove myself home in a daze. The last three days had gone by in a flash, but I knew I would never forget my stay at FullHearts Hospital. Perhaps it wasn’t too bad getting sick after all… TheDudeIV, SpaceWonderer, Leaky Bunnie and 14 others 14 2 1 Quote Link to comment
Zuorsara 132 Posted February 14, 2020 Share Posted February 14, 2020 That was a fantastic story Quote Link to comment
FullBladder85 374 Posted February 14, 2020 Share Posted February 14, 2020 Great to see you post this awesome story here. I loved reading about all those desperate women pushed to their limits. Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted February 14, 2020 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted February 14, 2020 I absolutely loved that story it was awesome and a very enjoyable read Quote Link to comment
wedgeantilles 156 Posted February 14, 2020 Share Posted February 14, 2020 Not much from my part to add - I am glad you saw my request and posted this story here :) I am sure many will enjoy it a lot! Quote Link to comment
Guest Peter-P Posted February 15, 2020 Share Posted February 15, 2020 Hi Holditin, reading this your story again here after so many years made this weekend very special! Thank you, that you imported it here !!! 🙂 Better could just to be together with nurse Jasmin in real the last hard hours to reach full 3 days... - and then probably a life long 😉 Quote Link to comment
huberp76 3,803 Posted February 15, 2020 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted February 15, 2020 Great story! Thank you. Quote Link to comment
Dragunov 25 Posted March 2, 2020 Share Posted March 2, 2020 I really enjoyed this story, Thank you for posting it here! I wish someone post the 8 parts of orihime had to pee Quote Link to comment
ryancorm 54 Posted March 24, 2020 Share Posted March 24, 2020 I was wondering if you could upload any more stories from holdingit site? There was a few I really miss. Aeglaf 1 Quote Link to comment
user left 126 Posted September 13, 2021 Share Posted September 13, 2021 On 2/14/2020 at 2:13 AM, holditin said: I saw a request for this story of mine since it was only posted to the Holding It board and never here. I'm happy it was so memorable! Hope you enjoy! Even FullHearts Can Overflow I checked myself into FullHearts Hospital early Monday morning. I’d woken up with every intent to get dressed and go to work as usual, but as I readied myself I realized my head was burning. (...) By 8 am I was laying in a medical bed in my own private room and had an IV drip going into my arm. (...) I couldn’t help but perk up when my nurse arrived. She had a little pooch in her abdomen, a clear sign of early stages of pregnancy, but otherwise she was easily one of the hottest women I’d ever laid eyes on. With her dark hair long enough to obscure part of her vision, my nurse introduced herself as Nurse Chelsea and began looking over a folder of my medical history. (...) and soon Chelsea was back to her rounds, somehow having also cut off a pee 49 hours in the making to continue on with her job. That is the beginning of a story I remenber from our old holdingit.minuteboard.com, where you published it firstly. And I am glad, that I could read it again here, as this is a really hot story! A story to remember! Quote Link to comment
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