Hi, my name is Nicole, and I love the feeling of an overflowing bladder. I think you already read my previous story. Until today, my urine record was 35 hours, but today I have improved my result. I suffered from 19.00 on Thursday until 09.10 on Saturday! In total, I suffered 38 hours and 10 minutes (or more than a day and a half!)

At first it was so easy to endure that I was even surprised. The last time I wrote at seven in the evening on Thursday. Only three hours later I felt that if I had just gone to the toilet, I could have released a small trickle. After another two hours, I began to constantly feel a little bit of urine in the bladder. I felt fine until the moment when 29 hours had passed since the beginning of patience. Strangely enough, it is almost impossible to predict the behavior of your bladder - sometimes you have to run to the toilet a couple of times a day, and sometimes there is a feeling that it does not fill up at all. This time the pressure in my bubble was much less than what I expected. That same Thursday night I drank two cups of tea and went to bed after midnight. In the morning I woke up and felt that I wanted to go to the toilet pretty much, but did not succumb to the temptation while washing and went to work.

At work, I was very busy, but Ms. still found time to drink two cups of coffee. At about 11 o'clock in the morning I took a break for five minutes and had a little snack, then drank a glass of water. At about four o'clock in the afternoon, the desire to pee was pretty strong, but I just did not pay attention to it. When I arrived home, it was already early evening, and in my bladder I felt just dull constant pain, which I could not ease. At dinner I drank another cup of tea. After that I decided to go to the local gym for a couple of hours and play table tennis there. When I want to go to the toilet, I need to do something to endure longer, so I didn’t want to just sit or lie down, and besides, in the next room was my cousin, with whom I live (but she does not know about my fantasies ).

In the gym several times I felt bouts of pain from my bladder, but I easily coped with it. I arrived home only at 11 o'clock in the evening (by that time I had already endured 28 hours, I doubt that many of you would have survived half of that time!). I went to my room for contact lenses, but they turned out to be a little dirty, and I had to squeeze my legs tightly to endure while I was rubbing them. After that, I sat at the computer and looked at several sites, checked the mail and went into several chats, but did not find a single acquaintance there. By midnight (I had endured for 29 hours!) I decided to continue to endure lying. My bladder looked very inflated and sore, but I had thirst, so I drank a glass of water. By the time I undressed, the pressure in my bladder had greatly increased. I lay down under a blanket in one light T-shirt, as I simply could not stand the pressure of even the weakest elastic of the panties on my overflowing bladder.

My goal was to stand up to 7 o'clock in the morning (then it would turn out that I suffered 36 hours), but it was still only half past twelve. I constantly tried to find a comfortable position and fall asleep, but within half an hour I managed to doze off just a few times for a couple of minutes. I stroked my stomach with my hand and felt a strongly protruding bladder with rather distinct contours, and then I began to stroke myself between my legs and lightly press the urethra. I constantly looked at the clock, counting down hours, minutes and even seconds. Several times I almost made up my mind, I could not find a comfortable position and badly wanted to go to the toilet. I found that despair subsides a bit if I squeeze a pillow between my legs.In this position, I managed to doze off for a few minutes, but I soon woke up due to pain in my bladder. It was difficult for me to endure because I knew that the toilet was close by and I could go there at any time. I actually dreamed of being on a crowded street where there are no toilets!

Now my bladder was terribly full, and I squeezed my buttocks with all my strength to make it a little easier to endure. It was still only 4 am - I had to endure the whole three hours! In order not to succumb to temptation and not to go to the toilet, I squeezed my hands between my legs and convinced myself that I had endured too long and suffered too much agony to give up on the last moment.

At 6 hours and 15 minutes my cousin woke up and went to the bathroom, so now I couldn’t pee if I wanted to - and I just wanted to do it terribly peeing. My sister was supposed to leave for work at 7 am, but I mentally wanted her to leave quickly. My bladder was huge and very full, it was very painful to even touch it. I knew that soon my bubble would be at the limit of its capacity, and my sphincters - at the limit of its capabilities. But all this excited me so much that I was already completely wet between my legs. From time to time I rubbed my crotch, but did not allow myself to reach orgasm. I knew that immediately after orgasm all the excitement would disappear and I would run to the toilet with shouts. Thus, every time when I felt the approach of an orgasm, I removed my arm from the perineum, after which I strained my leg muscles with all my strength, squeezing my hips as much as possible.

My sister was in the bathroom for almost twenty minutes, and I literally mentally begged her to quickly go to work. I decided to get up at 7 am and reconnect to the Internet. True, I did not know how much I could stand - my bladder was at its limit, and I could barely restrain myself. Finally, at ten to seven, my sister left. I had to endure only ten minutes to set a record of 36 hours! I literally crawled out of bed, because I simply could not stand upright, put on a light robe and was amazed at the size of my bulging and overflowing bladder. A couple of minutes later I was sitting at the computer and reading the mail, because I decided to try my strength and try to be patient for another hour (and not to go to the toilet for 37 hours, I really love torturing my bladder)! Looking into the chat, I met there my friend, who knows about my fun and he is very excited by this. We began to communicate with him after the timer of my bladder had passed the mark of 36 hours. My friend already knew that I was trying to withstand 36 hours and convinced me that I could endure even longer.

Even though I told him that my bladder was about to burst, he literally made me endure longer. Again and again I asked him to end the conversation and allow me to pee, but he persuaded me to suffer more, and I agreed. Now I was constantly squeezing one hand between my legs, typing the other. I tried all the ways to alleviate the pain in the bladder (except, of course, the easiest way - to pee), but nothing helped. It was 8 o'clock in the morning, and I hadn’t written for 37 hours already, but my friend encouraged me and convinced me that if I managed to withstand 37 hours, it means that I have a very strong bladder and he can bear another 1-2 hours, if I want it myself. At 8. 30, when I stood already at 37. 5 hours, I was in a terrible state! I didn’t sleep most of the night and was terribly tired during that time, my sphincters were also tired, and I made great efforts to keep them closed, but the main thing was that my bladder was already literally cracking! I almost screamed of despair and pain in my bladder, tears came out of the corners of my eyes, and more than anything I wanted to squat down and pee in a bowl that always stands next to my desk. But by now I was incredibly excited and felt an approaching orgasm.

I moved the keyboard to a chair and knelt on the floor.The basin was literally a few centimeters from me, and I desperately squeezed one hand between my legs. I once again asked my friend from the chat to suspend the conversation for a couple of minutes so that I could pee, but he said that he wanted to talk again and persuaded: "Well, be patient for at least ten minutes, you're not a little girl with ever-wet pants", " You survived more than 37 hours and you want to say that you can’t bear another literally 15 minutes? "," Don't you yourself want to check how long you can endure? ". I hesitated between wanting to ease this intolerable pain from the bladder and agitation of the same pain. I had to concentrate and now all my efforts went to keep the urine in me, I knew that until 9 o'clock there was not much time left and, yielding to persuasion, I decided that I had to withstand and set a record of 38 hours, despite that my bladder was literally on the verge of an explosion! All I could think about was my condition, or rather, the state of my bladder. I counted the minutes to 9 o'clock: 14 minutes, 12: 10: 6: 5. It seemed to me that the clock just stopped, time passed so slowly!

When it was only two minutes before 38 o'clock without going to the toilet, I squatted over a basin in advance, but noticed that another friend of mine entered the chat, and after reading my messages about this whole undertaking, asked me to chat with him. I literally screamed from the pain in my stomach! I was so close to the basin, but did not want to offend this guy and had to kneel again and chat with him (after all, it would be unfair to send him to hell)! In the meantime, the first friend also still urged me to suffer longer. I was in a terrible state, because I had to chat with two guys at the same time and at the same time hold back a real fountain of urine! I just could not stand it, I screamed, a tear of despair rolled down my cheek, I was ready to cry in pain, but I bit my lower lip with all my strength and continued to endure. I knew that I had never wanted to go to the toilet so much in my life and had never experienced so much pain as now in my bladder. The second friend asked me to be patient for another half an hour, because he just a few minutes ago connected to our conversation, but I just could not do it, tears were already running down my cheeks, and I bit my lip through the blood.

I told him that during the last few hours I was in agony and my bladder hurts so much, as if it was really about to explode. I could feel urine seeping through my urethra, and the first drops were ready to break out, my body simply refused to hold that amount of urine, and I could not get my sphincters to shrink and close my bladder. My stomach swelled terribly, the upper edge of the bladder was three fingers above the navel, and the bladder itself was sticking out almost ten centimeters and looked like a small watermelon. I began to rub myself between the legs even more, pressing one finger on the urethra and overcoming the terrible pain, but I felt the approach of an orgasm and could no longer hold it back. The orgasm shook my whole body, I literally could not inhale for a few seconds, but soon I felt only unbearable pain in my bladder, sat down again over the wash, but continued to endure, making incredible efforts to it.

After a couple of minutes, I again felt the first drops of urine at the exit, but I pressed my thumb on the urethra and stopped the flow. A minute later, I was struck by a flash of terrible bladder pain, I instinctively grabbed my stomach with both hands, but my sphincters could not withstand such incredible pressure, and I released a real fountain!

I suffered 38 hours and 10 minutes, so much time ago, I last visited the toilet. I pisila strong and short bursts for 5 or 6 minutes, eventually releasing a little more than 1, 5 liters! After that, I just wanted to sleep. I lay down on the sofa, fell asleep and woke up only after 5 hours.