THE ALL DAY GIRLS
Chapter 8: THE REMATCH (F hold-it, touching on desp)
By Paul Tester

Both contestants were determined to train hard for the re-match, which had 
to be postponed another week as the School fete was on the original day.  
Neither were certain that their bladders could be trained, but they were 
not going to give any advantage to their rival.  Their liquid intake went 
up to unprecedented levels, as they claimed to be following the suggestions 
of various super-models that drinking lots of water was good for the 
complexion.  They would fill them selves to the brim at every opportunity 
during the morning, then try to last out all the afternoon, finishing 
lessons with tightly crossed legs and distended bladders.  Tracy also had 
the theory that if Erica got her body used to assimilating vast volumes of 
water, then she would be able to cope with the competition better.

The remainder of the All Day Girls divided in to two groups of supporters; 
nobody was neutral any more.  Both groups could think of reasons why their 
favourite was going to win, but they all realised that it was likely to be 
a close contest, and that the winner would probably set a new record for 
capacity, and it was suggested that at least 1.75 litres would be needed to 
win.

Apart from their general training, both wanted to try a real marathon wait 
on their own.  Pauline made her rugby playing boyfriend take her on a club 
trip to an away match.  When one of the older members protested that they 
didn't want a schoolgirl with them, `As she will keep wanting the coach to 
stop so she can go wee-wee' she challenged the whole party to a waiting 
contest.  They would each drink the same in the pub before leaving, and she 
would wait longer than any of them.  Most gave up when the coach stopped 
half way, and those that lasted to the end were virtually trying themselves 
in knots to hold on, and had to pee against the wall in the car park.  
Pauline was able to walk into the ground, find a ladies, and endure the 
queue there, never doing more than crossing her legs and biting her lip to 
reveal her desperation.  Coming back, she again made herself wait the whole 
trip, thought none of the men even tried to hold out.  This time she really 
was at her limit, sitting on her foot for the last half hour, trying to act 
normally and disguise how desperate she was.  Managing to walk from the 
coach to the club-house bar, and then order a drink before casually 
wandering to the ladies, took every ounce of her bladder control.  Both 
times, she reported to Tamzin afterwards, her pee absolutely poured out, 
none of the stop and start peeing of the competition.  Tamzin was furious 
that she had not been invited on the trip, as she could not think of 
anything much more exciting that a group of young men contorting themselves 
in desperation.

Erica and her friend Joan had been invited to spend the weekend with Joan's 
aunt, and Erica resolved that she would not pee from the time she left the 
school on Saturday morning until she returned on Sunday evening, drinking 
normally all the time.  She and Tracy had decided that it was the long slow 
waits that really stretched a bladder to its limit, and this was an ideal 
opportunity for this.  On the Sunday afternoon just before they were 
catching the coach back, Aunt Penny treated them to a pizza with all the 
trimmings, including a large Coke. Erica wondered if this was too much, 
following the two cups of coffee after lunch, for her aching bladder, 
already 32 hours full.  However, she didn't go to the loo with Joan before 
they got on the coach, and there wasn't an onboard toilet, so she was 
committed.  She kept her legs crossed all the time, but half-way through 
the two hour journey she just had to hold herself to ease the strain on her 
aching bladder muscles. Joan noticed her doing this, so she admitted that 
she was desperate for a loo, saying that she had `been stupid' and hadn't 
bothered to go to the loo after lunch or before getting on the bus.  Joan, 
who had a small bladder, and was just beginning to want to go herself, was 
most concerned for her, particularly as they had a 20 minute walk from 
where the bus would drop them.  When they got off the bus, Erica felt her 
bladder was on the point of exploding, and was wondering if there was 
anywhere she could possible pee.

Joan, who was also desperate and trying not to let anyone see that she was 
holding herself, looked around in despair, then said,  "This is one of 
those times when you don't think you can wait another second, but there 
isn't anywhere to go so somehow you manage to hold on, a bit longer, then 
another bit, and at last you make it to the loo.  Remember that school trip 
when were stuck in traffic for ages?  I only survived the last half hour by 
telling myself that somehow I could hold on for another 5 minutes, and then 
another, until at last we were there."

Spurred on by this, Erica clenched herself shut and resolved that she would 
not only hold on until she was back at school, but force herself to wait 
until bedtime as her original plan.  She got through the evening Church 
Service, then a film society meeting, legs crossed virtually the whole 
time, and kept telling herself that she had to wait another ten minutes 
before she could go.  When she did finally pee, it was her longest ever, 
almost 120 seconds, though she did not think it had the pressure of her 
competition pee.

Both competitors had been considering getting absolutely dehydrated before 
the competition started, even though they had to drink prescribed 
quantities for 24 hours before the real competition, but a week before they 
agreed that this was silly and they would drink normally until the 
competition.  They were reminded that this was meant to be fun, and while 
they were both going to wait as long as they possibly could, it was not 
worth doing anything stupid and injuring themselves.  To get a medical view 
on waiting to the limit, Annette had been to the school nurse with some 
story about having been caught in a traffic jam and wanting the loo so 
desperately she had stomach ache, asking if she could have injured her 
bladder waiting so long.  Her worries had been dismissed by the nurse, who 
though Annette was trying to get out of lessons, telling her that her 
bladder would simply give way before she could damage it.

This time the competition was held in Caroline's study, as they did not 
want to attract attention by having another crowd in Pauline's, and Tracy, 
half joking, had protested that Pauline should not have the advantage of 
being in her own room.  As they assembled after lunch, both girls already 
feeling very full and needing a pee, Pauline felt confident that she was 
going to win this time.  Her two waits on the rugby trip had given her 
confidence that her bladder muscles had been strengthened by all her 
training, and that she would be able to wait `for ever,' or at least long 
enough to win the competition.  By contrast, Erica had over-trained, so the 
previous week seemed to have been one continuous bladder ache, and she was 
dreading the prospect of yet another agonising wait.  Tracy, however, was 
brimming with confidence, telling Erica that with all the training she had 
done she was sure to be the winner.

The two hours later, Erica was absolutely bursting, her swollen bladder 
throbbing against her leggings, and she was starting to hold herself to try 
and reduce her misery.  The thought of how much worse she would want to go 
before the competition was over was almost too much to contemplate, and as 
she sat, legs crossed and hands pressed into her lap, she wondered if it 
was worth it.  Tracy saw how miserable she looked and put her arm round her 
in encouragement.  (Seconds were only allowed to touch their charges above 
the waist.)

"Tracy, it's hurting already, I'm absolutely bursting to go.  I don't think 
I can bear the though of waiting until it hurts like last time.  I might as 
well give up now and save both of us more desperation.  I'm never going to 
be able to wait as long as Pauline, she is bigger and older than me."

Tracy was horrified to hear this, particularly as she thought that Tamzin 
had heard most of it as well.  She clutched Erica to her, and whispered in 
her ear.

"You can't give up so easily now, you must hold on.  You were so close last 
time, and you've improved since then.  Try, please try.  So many of the 
girls are backing you, don't let them down by giving up so easily."

Reluctantly, Erica clenched her bladder shut, pressing her fingers hard 
against her crutch in the hope that her need to pee would go away, or at 
least get less.  In fact, she realised as she stood up, holding was not 
doing a lot, since she was not in any danger of losing control and wetting 
her knickers.  It was the throbbing ache in her bladder that was making her 
so miserable, and holding her crutch was not doing anything to ease this.  
She moved her hands up from between her legs and against her aching 
abdomen, feeling that her bladder was beginning to swell and press against 
her knickers.  As she reached the end of the walking period, she pressed 
both hands hard against her stomach and doubled over, as if she was 
suffering from stomach cramp.  The sudden extra pressure on her bladder 
provoked an intense need to pee, and the effort of controlling that made 
her forget pain in her abdomen.  As she sat down, she continued to double 
over, pressing hard on her stomach, her legs tightly crossed to clamp her 
bladder shut against the urgent need to pee.  To the spectators she 
appeared to be fighting against an almost uncontrollable urge to pee, and 
Tracy gripped her shoulders to try to encourage her to hold on.

When Pauline and Tamzin saw this, they were elated, thinking that Erica's 
bladder was having a bad day, and that she was close to breaking point.  
Pauline had been acting normally, but inside she was beginning to struggle 
to contain the rising pressure in her bladder.  On the rugby outing she had 
been sitting down all the time, and only had to contain the beer she had 
drunk earlier, while now she was standing and walking, and continually 
drinking more liquid to fill her bladder.  Seeing Erica's distress, Pauline 
was trying to act as if she did not want to go at all, while in fact she 
was so desperate that it was difficult to walk normally.  When she was 
allowed to sit, she twisted her legs together just about as tightly as it 
was possible to, trying to smile reassuringly at her supporters, but only 
managing a pained grimace as she clenched her bladder shut.

Tracy had been so concerned with encouraging Erica that she had not been 
watching Pauline, failing to notice how she had been struggling to walk 
normally, but now she saw just how much effort Pauline was making to hold 
back her pee.  Tracy studied her for a few minutes, noting that Tamzin 
quickly moved to block her view, and then turned back to Erica, who was 
still doubled over, arms wrapped across her stomach, groaning as she 
pressed against her bladder.

"Pauline's frantic, far worse that she looks.  She is just trying to fool 
you by not holding herself, when she is actually about a minute away from 
wetting herself.  Hang on, Erica! Please hang on a bit longer, just for me.  
Don't give up yet, she can't last much longer."  Erica did not answer, but 
remained doubled over, legs crossed and pressed one hand between her legs, 
while rubbing her aching bladder with the other.  When she had to stand, 
she hobbled over to lean against the wall, legs plaited, hands pressed 
against her stomach and just reaching between her legs.  Tracy put her arm 
round her to offer some encouragement and support, and was about to 
continue pleading with her to hold on a bit longer, when Erica interrupted 
her.

"It's not as bad as you think," she whispered,  "doing this makes me want 
to go terribly urgently, but is stops my bladder hurting so much.  I can 
still hold it back alright, it was the bladder ache that was getting me 
down."

"You had me fooled, so Pauline must have been taken in."  She held the next 
glass of water for Erica to drink.  "How long can you last?"  Tracy was 
also whispering, hoping that none of Pauline's supporters could overhear.  
As she finished the drink, Erica doubled over, both hand rubbing between 
her legs, gasping "Oh God! Oh NO!" as if she was about to wet herself, then 
clinging to Tracy as she stood up again.

Pauline and Tamzin had been watching Erica's antics, trying to guess 
whether she was really desperate or just acting.  Seeing her double over as 
she finished her drink convinced Pauline that she really was in a bad way, 
and close to wetting herself.  Determined to press home this advantage, 
Pauline forced herself to stand normally, only her legs pressed close 
together betraying how badly she wanted to pee, and then walk round the 
room as naturally as she could.  In fact she was fighting with every ounce 
of her strength to keep her bladder under control, even more desperate than 
she had been at the end of the rugby outing.  Disregarding all the lessons 
of the earlier competitions, Pauline was resolved she was not going to hold 
herself.  If she could carry on acting as if she hardly wanted to go, then 
she was certain that Erica was close to either giving up or breaking down 
and wetting herself.

By the time they finished walking, nobody in the room was in any doubt that 
Pauline was absolutely frantic for a pee, and it was a mystery why she 
didn't hold herself.  She was hobbling about the room, taking small quick 
steps with her legs straight.  Both hands were clutching the waist band of 
her leggings and she was shivering with the effort she was making to hold 
her pee.  Nobody could recall ever seeing anyone looking so desperate for a 
pee, and most were expecting to see a wet patch appear between her legs.  
Tamzin could not understand why she didn't hold herself and could hardly 
restrain herself from forcing one of Pauline's hands between her legs.  It 
was as if she had forgotten the technique of holding her crutch as a way of 
controlling her need to pee.  Only during the last seconds of the walk did 
Pauline finally grab between her legs with both hands and crossing her legs 
tightly.  As she sat down, it was her turn to double over, pressing hard 
against her pee hole with her bunched fingers, a long agonised groan of "Oh 
oh oh, ooooh" as she fought for control showing how close she had come to 
leaking.

Erica was sitting in a similar pose, except that she was not groaning like 
Pauline, and Tracy bent down to give her encouragement.

"I actually feel better than I did half an hour ago," Erica whispered into 
Tracy's ear as she leant against her.  "The awful bladder ache is slightly 
better, and I know I can hold it a lot more desperately than I am now.  You 
keep your eye on Pauline.  Is she really so desperate, or is she faking it 
as well?"

Somehow Tracy hid her elation when she heard that Erica was not so close to 
peeing herself as she looked.  She moved behind her, so she could continue 
to encourage Erica while watching Pauline, and was soon convinced that 
Pauline was genuinely desperate, and not acting.  Tamzin was doing the best 
to block her view, but Erica's other `second', Alison, was watching from 
the other side of the room, and could clearly see that Pauline was really 
struggling to hold her pee.  She put off drinking the next glass of water 
until the very last moment, quickly sucking it through a straw, as she 
shaking too much to drink from the glass  Tamzin was holding for her.  As 
she stood up she still needed both hands to hold back her pee, twisting her 
legs and facing the wall, closing her eyes in desperation.

Erica has still managing to keep control with only one hand between her 
legs, pulling her leggings away from her swollen bladder with the other.  
As she twisted round to try to cross her legs more tightly, Tracy could see 
how much her abdomen was bulging.  The pressure in her bladder had to be 
enormous to make it swell up like that.  Neither girl was play acting any 
more, they were both fighting to hold their pee longer that they ever had 
in their lives before.  As she was walking, Erica had to use both hands to 
hold her crutch, and the pressure in her bladder became almost unbearable, 
but somehow she survived until the comparative relief of sitting down.  Her 
bladder felt as if it was bulging out about 6 inches, and while sitting 
made it easier to control her desperate need to pee, her knickers and 
leggings were being pulled tighter across her abdomen, and even this slight 
increase in pressure was almost unbearable.  Her earlier trick of pressing 
against her bladder now only made her plight worse, and she squirmed about 
on the chair to find the position that put least pressure on her distended 
bladder.  Leaning right back, her legs plaited but straight out in front of 
her, her body rigid, it was still technically sitting, and nothing mattered 
to her now except holding back her pee.  Pauline was suffering similar 
agonies, and quickly adopted Erica's position, only moving to turn sideways 
and drink her next glass of water.  Tracy had been quick to follow Tamzin's 
lead and keep back the drink until the last moment.  Her last trick was to 
give Erica warm orange juice instead of cold water, hoping that it would 
take longer for her body to digest it.

As they both struggled to stand up without either uncrossing their legs or 
moving their hands, the watching girls called out encouragement to them.  
Everyone watching had, at times, pushed themselves to the limit of their 
capacity, and they knew that here were two girls forcing their bodies to 
the limit of their endurance.  Pauline was leaning against Tamzin, her eyes 
shut as she tried to summon up some more strength to contain the terrible 
pressure in her bladder.

"Hold it! Pauline, hold it.  Come on! you can wait if you make the effort," 
Tamzin was repeating, but, with horrible memories of the previous final, 
Pauline could feel her control slipping away, and, however much she crossed 
her legs or pressed against her crutch, she was losing it.  For the next 
five minutes she tried like never before to hold back her pee, but little 
trickles were leaking out, soaking through her knickers, and then into her 
leggings until her hands could not hide the darker, wet patch.  Alison, who 
had been watching Pauline intently for the last half hour, was the first to 
spot it.  Her muted yell of triumph alerted the judges, but Pauline had 
already conceded defeat and was staggering towards the screened off bucket 
and the relief she had denied herself for so long.  Tamzin almost carried 
her there, and helped her tear down her clothes as she crouched over the 
bucket.  Her first spurt was released into her leggings as she pulled them 
off, but then, as she relaxed her bladder, a high pressure jet of pee 
sprayed into the bucket.  Fifteen seconds of the most incredible pressure, 
then her pee died away a more normal stream, sometimes almost stopping, 
then coming back with another spurt.  It was 2 minutes and 50 seconds 
before she finished, not as long as her previous record, but 1.68 litres 
was a new record volume.

Erica had watched Pauline stagger to the `loo,' and had tried to close her 
ears to the sound of her peeing in the bucket, concentrating only on 
holding back her own pee.  Twenty minutes and she would be the winner, but 
even the thought of this was enough to make her want to go even more, and 
that was so bad that she came within an ace of wetting herself.  Shaking 
with the effort she was making, she just managed to hold it back, gritting 
her teeth and telling herself that she could wait if she tried.  Alison and 
Tracy were encouraging her, but in her mind she heard Joan's words.

"No matter how badly you want to go, somehow you can always manage to wait 
another five minutes if you really have to."   If Joan, with her tiny 
bladder, could manage to wait, then so could she.  Four lots of five 
minutes, and she was champion, surely she could manage that.

It wasn't that easy for her; she had already pushed her body to the limit, 
the rock hard swelling of her abdomen confirming the enormous pressure in 
her bladder.  As she tried to hobble round the room, both hands between her 
legs, she had a sudden inspiration, and put both hands inside her knickers, 
pressing directly against her crutch, and her arms keeping her clothes from 
touching her abdomen.  It was only a small difference, but it helped, and 
she was so close to her limit that she was willing to try anything.  She 
worked her fingers round her pussy, trying to find the spot that was most 
effective at holding back her pee.  She put one finger right against the 
little hole it would leak out from, and then pressed on that with all her 
strength.  She was crushing her pee outlet against her pubic bone, so 
nothing could possible leak out.  She was pressing so hard that it felt as 
if her finger was right against the outlet of her bladder, and that it 
would be impossible for any pee to leak out.  If she could stay like this, 
she was just in control.  If the urge to pee got any worse, she wasn't 
going to be able to hold it, she was on the brink, but somehow just about 
surviving.  She hardly knew where she was any more, her whole existence was 
concentrated on the little hole between her legs, and finding some way of 
keeping it closed despite the enormous pressure of pee inside her.  This 
was the ultimate, she could not hold any more pee without exploding, yet 
she had to try for a bit longer.

Then suddenly Tracy was yelling "You've done it!  You've won!  Twenty 
minutes are up, you can pee now.  You're the champion."

Some of the watching girls had wondered if Erica would simply let go in her 
knickers now she had won, but the elation of victory had given her new 
strength, and she stood up proudly and walked to the bucket loo.  With one 
last super-human effort, worthy of a champion, she held her hands up and 
walked the last steps without holding herself, emphasising that she had not 
leaked a drop.  Only the speed that she pulled down her knickers revealed 
the frantic urgency of her need, confirmed by the force of her pee hitting 
the bucket.  The pressure of her stream never let up, it just poured out, 
only fading away in the last few seconds of the 104 second piss.  The 
volume was 1.73 litres, convincingly breaking the record that Pauline had 
set just 20 minutes ago, and leaving no doubt that she was genuinely the 
champion bladder of the school.