The Great Holding Contest
Another story that I wish was real. I'd love to trade stories or talk with people, especially girls, that are great at holding in their pee. My email is email@example.com and my msn messenger is firstname.lastname@example.org I'm not normally on the messenger so if you want to talk you should probably email me saying when you'll be on msn. Anyways, on to the story.
After much effort and arranging, I was finally able to arrange the Super Bowl of bladder holding contests. I found some of the biggest-bladdered women in the world, all of them supremely confident in their abilities to hold their pee like no other. The contestants were as follows:
Vicky, a Latina bartender who always won holding contests at her bar. She offered huge cash prizes to anyone who could beat her, but no one ever came close.
Beverly, a brunette nurse who always worked at least double-shifts with out a break.
Shawna, a black chick who was from the “hood” and was quite tough
Rowanda, a Russian woman who trained her bladder for a living in Russia and won money from holding contests there
They started off by all gushing into a separate toilet at midnight on Day 1 of the contest. All the pees lasted over 2 and a half minutes, despite all the ladies being perfectly comfortable. Beverly’s was the longest, but Shawna produced the hardest stream. All of them were very confident going into the contest. They each drank a half- liter of water before going to sleep. They woke up the next morning without any urges whatsoever. They began the day with breakfast, which included a mug of coffee and a mug of orange juice each. By noon, they had drunk another bottle of mineral water each. All were still completely at ease. Around 3 pm, after another bottle of water each, I took them to the movie theater. There we watched Lord of the Rings twice, totaling 6 hours in all, and for each movie the ladies had to drink a 32 oz soda. When we returned to the hotel, around 10 pm, all of the women except for Rowanda admitted an urge. Rowanda’s response when questioned was “I feel nothing.” They each had a small cup of tea before going to bed. All the women woke up on Day 2 with a decent urge to pee, which was quite understandable, as they had all drunk over 4 liters on Day 1. They started off this day with just a mug of coffee. At noon I gave them each a can of Coke, which they all chugged. We took a walk after that, and all women still walked normally despite their huge fluid intake. I took them to a bar for the evening. There, they engaged in a bit of a drinking contest, which was Vicky’s forte. Each ended up drinking 5 pints of beer, and of course they did not use the facilities. When they returned to the hotel in the evening, all of them said that they had a pretty strong urge in their bladders. All of their bladders were also bulging very noticeably by this point. They each downed a bottle of water, and then went to bed. Day 3 started with each woman complaining of a large urge to void the urine residing in their bladder. I gave each woman 2 mugs of coffee to begin the day, followed almost immediately by a bottle of water. By 1 in the afternoon, all the women were quite uncomfortable, though not desperate. I gave them 2 cans of Pepsi in the early afternoon, and at 6 pm, decided that they would have to drink a water bottle every hour until they went to bed at midnight. By midnight, after 7 more water bottles each, all the women were rather desperate. They all made it through the night though. Day 4 started with an elimination. Rowanda, the Russian, gritting her teeth and moaning LOUDLY, let loose a torrent from her ***** halfway through her second cup of coffee that morning. The others just lasted through her **** without gushing themselves. I had the remaining ladies sit with their legs apart until noon, and by then they were all hopping in desperation. I gave them mug after mug of iced tea that afternoon. Shawna, the black girl, finally succumbed to her bladder’s urges after the fourth mug. Her stream lasted over four minutes. Vicky and Beverly were holding their crotches in complete desperation. Both drank 10 mugs of iced tea, and refused to give in, lasting until midnight, at which point I gave them shots to make them fall asleep, because they could not due to the states of their bladders. The next morning they woke up beyond desperate. After just beginning her Day 5 mug of coffee, Beverly’s bladder gave in, and she hissed an unbelievable gush that lasted for almost 5 minutes. Vicky lasted until 2 in the afternoon, after downing a mug of coffee and another water bottle. After fidgeting like mad for hours on end, she just couldn’t keep her **** in her body anymore, and HISSED LIKE A FIREHOSE, spraying out the Atlantic Ocean for 6 minutes non-stop. Her **** measured over 4 liters. Afterwards, she collapsed, an exhausted mess, but victorious none the less. She was the owner of the best bladder in the land.