Chapter Four: COMPETITION- HEAT ONE
The result of this heat was considered by most of the girls to be a foregone conclusion, so there were only the two appointed judges and one spectator present in Michelle’s study when the competition started at one o’clock.
Already the girls had drunk 1.5 litres, and both Alison and Tracy were bursting and constantly crossing their legs, while Michelle was in considerable need of a pee. She was confident of winning without having to strain her bladder too much, and the real interest was to see who would come second. To make the competition more interesting, it had been decided that the first girl to give up in each group would have to pay a fine of ten pounds, which would go into the prize fund for the winner.
The surprising thing about Heat One was how long Tracy was able to hold on. She was thought to be the sure loser of the heat, but she was determined not to come last. By two o’clock both Alison and Tracy were holding between their legs when they were walking, and at least part of the time when they were standing. Tracy was sitting on her heel, while Alison was still able to hold on with just her legs tightly crossed. Forty five minutes later, they were both holding themselves all the time, and struggling to wait.
During the walking time, Tracy was holding herself with both hands, pressing her fingers hard against her pee hole, and the spectators expected her to give up soon. However, she was determined not to come last, and gritting her teeth, she said she was never going to give up voluntarily. She was not going to stop until she was physically incapable of holding her pee any longer, and it started leaking past her fingers. No-one had expected any girl to make herself hold out this long, so Erica, who had just joined the spectators, quickly got a bucket from the cleaners’ store, so no girl would have to walk to the loo with wet leggings. Even sitting down, Alison and Tracy were now struggling to contain themselves, squirming about in the chair and pressing hard between their legs. Tracy was silent, with a grim, determined look on her face, while Alison looked more worried and kept groaning with the effort of holding back her pee.
When they stood up, Alison almost doubled over, pressing both hands hard up between her legs to try and control a sudden even more urgent need to pee. She kept control for almost five minutes before the pressure became too much, and gasping out “I give up, I can’t stand it another second!” she ran out of the room to the nearest loo, about twenty yards down the corridor. When she returned some minutes later she had a small wet spot between her legs. Once she had taken her hands away from her crutch to bolt the cubicle door and pull her leggings down, she had not been able to hold it in, and had allowed a small leak before she had her knickers down. She reported that she had been going for ages, but in her panic to get her knickers down, she had forgotten to time herself from the start of the pee.
The big question then was whether Tracy would be able to wait the extra 20 minutes to claim second place. She looked to be more desperate than Alison had been, but she was absolutely determined to hold as long as it was possible for her to do so. She was hardly able to walk, but with both hands pressed into her crutch she was able to stagger about the room sufficient to satisfy the judges. Even when the twenty minutes were up, and she was officially second, she carried on holding it, trying to give Michelle some competition.
Michelle had been trying to act as nonchalantly as possible, pretending that she hardly wanted to go, but in fact she was far more desperate that she appeared. She was still not holding between her legs, which gave her a tremendous psychological advantage. Now, as she was standing up and drinking yet another glass of water, she was having to use every ounce of her strength to avoid leaking. Her legs were crossed and she was rubbing them together and hopping up and down in an attempt to hold it. Then the pressure became too much to bear, she twisted round in a circle, almost doubling over to avoid letting go in her knickers.
Erica and Alison saw how desperate Michelle was, and began encouraging Tracy to hang on a bit longer, telling her that she had a real chance of winning. Tracy now was so desperate that she was almost beyond hearing their encouragement, concentrating only on holding back her pee for another minute. Standing, she was doubling over, both hands jammed between her legs, twisting herself in to all sorts of positions in the hope that one would help her hold her pee a bit longer. Then the walking time was too much for her, and after a couple of minutes of shuffling round the room, groaning “I must wait, I am not going to give up,” she let out a gasp and stood still, trying to press even harder between her legs. All to no avail, as she had been unable to stop herself letting go a spurt of pee, which soaked the gusset of her knickers and spread to her leggings.
“Oh no!” she cried, “I must hold it,” but another leak made it clear that she could not hold it any longer. “Quick! Quick! I can’t stop it! Give me the bucket before I flood the room.”
She was still trying to stem the flow with both hands, making it impossible for her to pull down her leggings, so she just sat on the proffered bucket and let her pee come pouring out through her leggings. Her pee was timed at 1 minute 10 seconds, and for most of that time she was going like a tap turned full on. The volume was estimated at about a litre, but nobody had brought a measure. Even when she had finished, Tracy remained on the bucket, holding her stomach and complaining that it still hurt as much even after she had let go. Eventually Alison helped her to a chair and gave her a towel so she could take her wet clothes off.
Now all attention turned to Michelle, who was shaking with desperation as she walked, but still not holding herself. As she sat down and drank another glass of water, she shuddered and pressed one hand between her tightly crossed legs. Obviously she had been given a far harder contest than she had expected, but she waited the extra time without any great drama, before thankfully retreating to the loos. Rachel, one of the judges, accompanied her, and timed her pee at one minute 56 seconds, but reported that Michelle had produced a steady stream instead of the great blast of pee from Tracy.