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Maya and Misato's Holding Contest

Maya Ibuki desperately needed to pee. She pressed her slender legs together, rubbing her thighs with her hands. She'd been to the bathroom less than forty minutes ago, and her bladder was filling fast. Across the formica table sat Captain Misato Katsuragi. The violet haired woman reclined in her chair, looking tense. Misato had consumed just as much water as Maya, and the latter was certain the Captain needed to relieve herself. Maya couldn't afford to look weak, so despite her constantly growing need, forced herself. She hoped that by hiding her desperation, she could gain a psychological edge over Misato. Leaning forward to try and alleviate the growing pressure in her abdomen, Maya considered how she had found herself in this position.

It started the previous month. Maya returned to work-station at NERV HQ, after excusing herself to the bathroom for the second time that day. Captain Katsuragi noticed her return.

"First Lieutenant Ibuki, it seems everything about you is small." Misato said with a chuckle.

Maya's cheeks grew hot, and she sat down with a huff. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that she thinks you always need a piss." Makoto Hyuga sneered.

"Don't be vulgar!"

"You never see the Captain go to the ladies room though, do you?"

It was true. Maya couldn't think of a single time that Misato had excused herself to use the bathroom. Even when her bladder was so full that her tight black dress clung to the bulge in her lower abdomen, Misato continued her work without showing a single sign of being desperate.

"I could hold it longer than her if I wanted to." Maya said to no one in particular.

After this incident, Maya tried to leave longer times between her comfort breaks. Most of the time this didn't cause an issue. However, a few days ago, she had been pulled into an important meeting with Ritsuko and Captain Katsuragi while she was bursting. It took all of her effort but Maya made it through the meeting, although towards the end she needed to cross her legs as a few drops broke free, dampening her underwear.. When the meeting finally ended, the desperate brunette ran to the toilet with both hands pressed to her crotch.

When she came out, feeling much more relieved, she found Misato waiting for her.

"First Lieutenant Ibuki," Misato leaned against the wall. "I've heard a rumour that you think you can hold your pee longer than me. After that little display, I'm inclined to disagree."

Misato stood with her knees together, her hands pressed to her crotch and bounced up and down in an exaggerated recreation of Maya's own 'potty dance.' Maya flushed scarlett. Before she could respond, Misato grabbed her hand and pressed it to her lower abdomen. Maya was amazed by the fullness of the Captain's bladder. With her other hand, Misato tilted Maya's chin so she was looking up at her.

"If you want to test that theory, come to my apartment tomorrow morning."

That's how Maya had come to be bursting for a pee in Misato's kitchen. When she had arrived, Misato explained that they would have a holding contest. She handed Maya a large bottle of water as she explained the rules.

Each of them would drink one bottle of water every hour. For the first three hours, both women would be allowed to use the bathroom as much as they required. At the end of that time, and in the interest of fairness, each of them would empty their bladders for a final time before the bathroom became off-limits. The first of them to wet themselves would be deemed the loser.

"Oh," Misato said with a smirk, "and we'll be in our underwear."

Now, both NERV agents were nursing rapidly filling bladders. Maya crossed her legs as she finished her final bottle of water. She uncrossed them, and then crossed them the other way. The elastic of her baby pink cotton panties cut across her swollen abdomen, pressing into her bladder. In an attempt to not let Misato know how badly she needed the loo, Maya resolved to not hold herself until it was absolutely necessary to prevent her losing this little game. Instead, she swapped from rocking backwards and forwards, to squeezing her shapely thighs together. Every so often, a wave of extreme desperation would overcome the small brunette, causing her to bounce up and down in her seat, whining quietly as she held back her pent up pee. Across the table, Misato fanned her long legs open and closed. Maya could see her superior officer's bladder protruding from her stomach, pressing against Misato's black lace hipster briefs. Maya shifted position, tucking one leg underneath her and using the heel of her foot to support her tiring muscles. Her bladder felt like an overfilled water balloon that could pop at any moment.