My friend and I often tested our bladders for strength - it always incredibly excited us. We constantly measured how much we managed to endure, and sometimes set records. One time when we were sitting in a bar after work, Jenny asked me not to let her go to the toilet until the last moment so that she could set a record. She asked me about it, because often she went to the toilet not because she could not bear it any longer, but just to feel more comfortable. Jenny knew that she would soon start asking me to let her go to the toilet, but I decided that I would keep her away from the toilet as long as possible. “Please, please, I must pee!” - after half an hour, Jenny begged me, squeezing my legs, and trying to get up and go to the toilet. “No, it's not time yet,” I said, also rising and pushing the poor girl back to our table. “Please, I really want to go to the toilet!” The poor girl drank two and a half cans of beer and was fidgeting in her chair.

Our table was next to the toilet, which was a real challenge for Jane - every five minutes someone entered the toilet. It was Friday to Saturday night, and there were more and more people at the bar. Jenny asked me again to let her go to the toilet, but I pretended not to hear her and asked: “Maybe another beer, the fourth?” She thought and asked: “Can I pee when I drink it?” I nodded, but said: “Maybe we'll see.” Jenny thought again, but agreed and began to fidget again. She dressed up this evening in a beautiful long skirt with a side slit, and I thought that, perhaps, under this skirt there are tight white panties, the elastic which strongly presses on Jenny’s aching belly. She squeezed her legs tight when the waiter brought us three cans of beer. Jenny's eyes widened in surprise when I took two cans and slid them over to Jenny. “You must be joking!” - she said, “I’m about to describe myself, I just can’t drink another liter of beer!”

“If you drink this, I will allow you to go to the toilet,” I said with a smile. Jenny was slowly sipping a beer, as time went on, and my girl’s gaze increasingly stopped at the toilet door. After drinking only one can of two, Jenny began to beg me again to allow her to pee, but I told her that first she had to finish the second can of beer. Jenny drank the second can almost in one gulp, but at that time I bought myself another can of beer and slowly began to drink it. Jenny looked at me imploringly, trying to get permission to go to the toilet. It was not surprising, because she had drunk about two and a half liters of beer, which slowly flowed into her bladder. Jenny put her hands on her knees, but sometimes clenched them into fists to make it easier to endure. “I really want to pee, please let poor girl Jenny do wee-wee,” she said with a smile, trying to soften me. Four women went to the toilet, Jenny looked at them enviously and squeezed her legs even more.

At that time I was thinking about the size of her bulging bladder. I could hardly wait for us to come home and I could look at her stomach, but again Jenny asked me to let her go to the toilet. My poor girl wanted to suffer for me, because she knew that it really excites me, but her bladder was getting too full. “Please,” she said, almost crying, “my bladder is in agony! I have reached the moment when it is impossible to endure! ”Again I did not allow her to pee, saying that she would have to endure to the house. Jenny leaned forward even more as she made incredible efforts to endure. “I'm going to burst, I'm afraid my bladder will burst now!” She whispered, again urging me to let her go to the toilet.“I will tell you what we will do,” I said, “now we will leave here and go home.” “Oh, thanks! I don’t think I could sit here much longer! ”

I finished my beer and we got up to leave. Jenny was able to endure when she had to calmly walk to the exit, and I was already on the street feeling her lower belly. I felt only the intense bulge of her bladder. Jenny moaned softly, smiling weakly. I realized that her bladder was in agony, but I was not going to allow her to pee so early and not set a record. We approached the taxi rank, but we had to wait in line for about ten minutes before the free taxi arrived. We sat back, and Jenny immediately crossed her legs. I asked Jenny if she was alright and she replied, “No! I really want to use the toilet! ”, As the driver heard. He looked in the mirror at Jenny and said: “Lady, try to endure and not wet the seat”, to which Jenny replied: “I so much want to write that you had better hurry and go faster!” The driver drove faster and we drove to the house in ten minutes.

“Please, faster!” Jenny screamed when I was counting the money for a long time to the driver. Jenny jumped up and down and squeezed her hands between her legs. I paid the driver and took Jenny to my house. Having entered inside, the girl sat down on a sofa and bent almost in half. “Can Jenny pee now?” She asked, “no, it's still early,” I replied. She was breathing deeply because her bladder pain increased dramatically. “Jenny can't wait any longer, she has to pee!” Jenny asked again (she liked to talk about herself in the third person when she wanted to go to the toilet and played the little girl out of herself). “First, let me look at your belly,” I said. Jenny unzipped her skirt and dropped it on the floor. The gum of her tiny white panties was stretched across the bladder. I lowered her panties and looked surprised at Jenny's hard, swollen belly. The bladder bulged so hard over the pubic bone that I even wondered how my girlfriend had managed to endure so far.

I ran my hands over her vibrating ass, knelt in front of her and began to kiss her belly. Jenny was literally suffocating from two feelings: admiration and pain in the bladder, ready to explode at any moment. Somehow, she managed to squeeze the sphincter, but it was obvious that for this she needed incredible efforts. I took Jenny by the hand and led me into the kitchen, saying, “Hold on a little longer for me.” She was already excited like me, so she just nodded. Without the clothes that were pressing her belly, Jenny felt much better, although her bladder was very bulging. I poured two glasses of water for her and asked her to drink them, which she did. Jenny drank three and a half liters of liquid in the last two hours and had not been in the toilet for five hours! I also didn’t write and really wanted to go to the toilet, but how could I do this with Jenny? I had to endure with her. Jenny was trembling on the couch, sitting in one light T-shirt, so I gave her a sweater, which she gratefully threw over her shoulders.

My girl was bent over, pulling her knees up to her chin and arms wrapped around her legs. I turned on the TV and we started to watch a movie. Half an hour later, Jenny suddenly said that she could not wait any longer. She squeezed her hand between her legs and constantly rocked back and forth. Now even the constant movement was not enough to keep so much urine in her bladder. Jenny was standing in front of me, bent forward and desperately squeezing her hand between her legs. “I have to urgently pee or just burst,” she said quite calmly. I asked her to be patient again, but Jenny said: “I’m peeing anyway, even if you don’t let me do this, I just can’t take it any longer.” I saw that Jenny’s bladder bladder was never so full and she really made great efforts to endure.I looked at my watch, it was about twenty past midnight, “You have to be patient until midnight,” I said, “then you can go to the toilet.” She looked at her watch, and her expression made me realize that she might , will not be able to endure so long, but Jenny, having overcome herself, nodded ...