Zur Schau gestellt (4) - Sexgeschichten

Zur Schau gestellt (4)

... its

limits.. She reflected that a new quart of water was being pushed into her

body by her stomach, which her kidneys would then quickly pump into her

bladder, furthering her distress. If only there was some way to slow down the

process!

She tried to concentrate on the feeling in her stomach, hoping the bloating

would continue as this would mean the water was still there. But this was not

to be. It was now a bit past four in the afternoon, and she had had no food

since early morning. Her stomach and digestive tract had been given a gallon

and a half of water since she last ate, and it passed quickly through her, and

she hadn't been allowed to completely empty her tortured bladder since

midmorning. For hours now, it had been painfully full. She felt her it

protesting every bit of the expansion being demanded of it, yet she strained to

keep her tired sphincters closed. Her abdominal muscles were also numb, from

being held so tight so long.

Nancy was so absorbed in her own distress that she scarcely noticed when her

companion was given her final relief. The crowd watched as the measuring

container was placed below her, and she was allowed at long last to urinate.

It took a long time, and Ralph, was in the crowd near her, noticed several men

turning away with disappointed looks as the contents rose in the jug. Then he

realized- some of those in the crowd were betting on how much she was holding!

Ralph viewed Nancy ...

... from a short distance. Now she appeared as a woman in real

agony, as bad or worse than yesterday. Her squirming was causing her to strain

at the shackles, and her spread legs showed intense muscle strain. The sweat

poured from her, though the temperature had fallen a bit in the late afternoon.

She called to him, seeing him near her. "Ralph, come..... I need you to look

me over.... I feel like I'm leaking... Oh, please I don't want to leak at this

point. The way my legs are spread I just can't hold myself tight enough...tell

me if I'm leaking! I've got to hold it."

Ralph peered at his wife's wide open crotch, damp with sweat, as was the rest

of her body. She was quivering, her muscles tensed and cramped. He looked at

her from the side, noting the big bulge in her abdominal region. He wondered

at how she could mange to hold herself so tight; but it didn't appear she was

leaking a drop. "You're not leaking, Nancy," he called back, "but you sure are

bulging. You're going to burst something if you hold any more!"

The clock moved on. At long last, after what seemed an eternity, the end of

her final hour approached. Clarence came toward her, followed by the attendant

with the jug. The crowd pressed forward, one man obviously holding the bets

and looking to see what results she would produce. "OK, Mrs. Johnson, it's

day's end. You made it. You can empty it all out now; and we'll see how you

did."

The jug was held under her. ...