Chapter Seven: THE FINAL!
The number of girls crowding into Pauline’s study to see the last heat had attracted the attention of other girls and staff, so they had to postpone the final for four weeks to avoid having to explain what was happening in there.
Susan had jokingly suggested that they register themselves as an official school society and thus be allowed to use a proper meeting room, with enough space for all the spectators, to hold the final. During these four weeks there was immense speculation as to the outcome, with no clear-cut favourite emerging.
Tracy was Erica’s second, and leader of her group of supporters, who in true British fashion were backing the perceived underdog. However, many of the girls still found it difficult to believe that she could wait so long when only 13, and did not rate her chances against two 18 year olds. The Europeans felt obliged to back Michelle, as the only non-English contestant, and the only contestant who had not been really stretched in the heats. Karen was Michelle’s second. Pauline kept Tamzin as her second, and as leader of the All Day Girls, she had considerable support, many girls considering it her right to be the Champion Bladder of the school.
During the three week run up to the competition, all three entrants were practising seriously, normally trying to stretch their bladders as much as possible for the big day. Tracy was the leading advocate of bladder training, and tried to make Erica hold to desperation level at least once a day. Both the other contestants had also adopted a policy of not going until they absolutely had to, to prepare their bladders for the contest. Erica had wanted to try a solo dummy run of the contest the week before, but Tracy would not agree, suspecting that it would be difficult to really hold on with no competition, and that the result would only demoralise Erica. She was probably right, as both Michelle and Pauline tried this alone in their studies, and Pauline had not been able to contain the volume she had in winning her heat, something that was worrying her as the day of the final approached.
To avoid anyone getting an unfair advantage, there was a prescribed liquid intake for 24 hours before the contest started, but despite this, all three entrants had drunk virtually nothing for the day before this, to get as dehydrated as possible. The contest was so popular with the All Day Girls that the number of spectators had to be limited, and for 45 minutes at a time only, and tickets allocated by ballot. Only the two judges, Susan and Caroline, and the three seconds, would be present throughout the contest.
The contest started with all three girls trying to display a confident air, though all were more nervous than they had been for their heats. Michelle knew that she had not been stretched to the limits that the other two had, and was worried that she would not be able to find the strength or will-power to win. Pauline was still conscious of only being able to hold one litre the previous weekend, and knew this would not be enough to win. For the first time in these contests, Erica was aware of how much younger that the others she was, and despite encouragement from Tracy, could not help feeling over-awed in the presence of so many older girls, particularly as most seemed to be supporting her rivals.
All three contestants were wanting to go when they met in Pauline’s study, but each was trying to give the impression of being totally relaxed and at ease, deliberately standing about with their legs apart. Mindful of Erica’s mistake in the heat, Tracy had counselled against such tactics, and when she saw how the other two were behaving, she told Erica to act normally and concentrate on minimising the strain on her bladder. She was happy to comply, as at this stage she wanted to be as comfortable as possible for as long as she could. Pauline quickly realised that the initial deception had not worked, and went to the other extreme and began to pretend that she was more desperate that she was, frequently twisting her legs together.
After thirty minutes, it looked as if Michelle was leading, but nobody could tell how much the other two were bluffing. It was not long before Erica started to ease the strain on her bladder by occasionally pressing between her legs while she was walking, not because she really had to, but her need to pee was bad enough to make it a strain to wait without. Next time they were walking, Pauline was doing the same, though not as much as Erica was. Michelle, who never normally resorted to holding her crutch however desperate she was, was still walking fairly normally, though she was sitting and standing with her legs either crossed or pressed tightly together. In fact, if it had been possible to measure the girls’ bladder pressures, hers would have been the highest of the three, but her years of training in France, learning how to hold on for ages without giving any indication of her need, were giving her an apparent lead in the competition.
Three-quarters of an hour later, and all three were getting really desperate. Michelle was still managing to wait without holding, but the pressure in her bladder was reaching desperation level, and she was having to fight for control the whole time, and when she was walking she was almost shaking with the effort it was taking to hold on. She might have been the only girl still not holding it back, but she was actually the closest one to wetting her knickers at that point. She had been educated at convent schools in France, where she had been taught that touching between her legs for any reason at all was absolutely forbidden. Even when she was reaching desperation level, and in danger of losing the contest, she had a block against holding between her legs. Only when she was walking round the room and felt her sphincter give way and a spurt of pee about to escape, did she press one hand between her legs in a last frantic effort to stem the leak. To her horror, she felt a dribble escape her bladder and trickle into her knickers, but the pressure for her fingers at least managed to stop any more leaks. She dare not remove her hand, and she was afraid there would be a wet patch on her leggings. Only when she was sitting, legs knotted, did she take her hand away, and found that while it felt warm and wet between her legs, nothing actually showed.
This near disaster for Michelle indicated that her bladder was full to its absolute limit, and within minutes she was holding herself again, knowing that there was no way she could wait unaided. Even holding, and using both hands when she stood up, Michelle was hardly able to wait, so full was her bladder, and when she had to walk the pressure was too much for her to control, and despite pressing as hard as she could, more pee slowly leaked into her knickers this time the wetness began to show on her leggings. Knowing she had lost, Michelle simply ran for the bucket and the relief she desperately needed, unable to prevent another leak as she pulled down her knickers. The force of her pee in the bucket showed just how much pressure there was in her bladder, and this thin, high pressure jet continued for 2 minutes 35 seconds, and 1.40 litres. Never, she told Karen, had she wanted to pee so badly, and never could she remember going with so much force or for so long.
For two girls as desperate as Erica and Pauline, the sound of Michelle’s pee was agony, and Erica doubled over with both hands between her legs, fearful that she might lose control in sympathy. Knowing the problem, Tracy clutched her arms and encouraged her to wait. The two remaining contestants were on opposite sides of the room, both holding with both hands and just about managing to keep walking enough to satisfy the judges. Thankfully, there were soon allowed to sit, when they tried to get their bladders under control again for the final stage of the contest. Both felt that their bladders were being stretched to the limit, but they were still in control, just.
Another 35 minutes and Erica was almost ready to give up. Her bladder was agony, and so swollen that she could see her abdomen bulging, and feel the pressure of her knicker elastic cutting into her. Never had she wanted to go so badly, and she confessed in a whisper to Tracy that she was not going to be able to hold on much longer. Tracy did all she could to encourage her, almost getting them disqualified when she came too close to actually helping her hold between her legs.
Responding to this encouragement, Erica somehow managed to hold out for another 20 minutes, but standing put even more pressure on her bladder, and the desperate need to pee, coupled with the agonising pressure in her bladder, was too much for the young girl to bear. Tears were running down her cheeks as she struggled with all her might to wait, exhorted by Tracy to just hold on another five minutes, but the pain was more than she could stand. The thought of the relief that was just behind the screen was irresistible, and without saying anything she hobbled across the room and conceded the contest as she pulled down her leggings and almost collapsed on the bucket. Her huge blast of pee as she let go left no-one in any doubt as to her desperation, and she kept up the pressure for most of her 92 second pee. The volume was a new record, 1.65 litres, an unbelievable amount for such a small body to contain.
The sound of Michelle peeing had given Pauline the most frantic desire to pee, and she had been fighting with all her strength to avoid wetting herself for the next five minutes. Never had she pressed so hard between her legs, and never had she clenched her bladder shut so tightly. Tamzin saw what a struggle she was having to hold it, and stood between her and Erica and Tracy, who were engrossed in their own struggle, and did not realise how desperate their adversary was. Because Erica was so desperate, and Tracy was trying so hard to encourage her to wait, neither noticed how badly Pauline wanted to go. Even when she was sitting, the frantic urge to pee would not go away, and while she no longer thought she was about to wet her pants, Pauline still wanted to go more urgently than she had ever done before. No matter how she pressed her fingers against her pee hole, or twisted her legs together, nothing would take away the frantic need to pee. She was clenching her bladder shut with all her strength, only just able to prevent her pee leaking out. She survived in this state until Erica finally gave up, but by this time she was also near to the end of her tether. She was having to put so much effort into keeping her bladder shut, despite the pressure for her fingers, that she knew that if the need to pee go any worse she would not be able to hold it.
When Erica gave up, Tamzin was telling her that she had won, all she had to do was wait another 20 minutes and she was champion, but Pauline was so close to her limit that 20 minutes seemed an impossible time. She clenched herself shut with all her might, and closed her eyes, telling herself she would take it five minutes at a time. When she next looked at the clock, only two minutes had passed, yet it had seemed like hours and she wanted to pee even more frantically, so badly that she could feel her last vestige of control slipping away.
Despite all the encouragement from Tamzin, she was losing control of her bladder, and after another frantic minute there was nothing more she could do to prevent a long dribble of pee slowly leaking past her fingers and into her knickers. Once she had let go, it was only a few seconds before another leak happened and the wetness was spreading down her legs, revealing that she had lost control. Another big leak soaked the crutch of her leggings before she could pull them down and crouch over the bucket.
After her initial blast of pee at tremendous pressure, her stream slowed down and then almost stopped, as it had at the end of her heat. She continued her stop and start pee for 3 minutes 32 seconds, finishing with a long spurt at normal pressure. This was the longest pee ever recorded, but her volume was 1.55 litres, less than Erica’s, though this did not include the initial spurts in her knickers. As Pauline had not managed to hold out the required 20 minutes after Erica had given up, she was not officially the winner. Tamzin claimed that as Pauline had waited longer, she was the champion bladder, even if she had not managed to wait that much longer, but Tracy countered this by claiming that as Erica had held more pee, she should be champion.
The contest was declared a draw, and there was to be a re-match three weeks later, just between Erica and Pauline. Both contestants were suffering from severe bladder ache after stretching themselves to such limits. Pauline collapsed into a easy chair in her study, while Erica, who was too young to have her own room, went with Tracy to her room, where she could stretch out on the bed and allow her bladder to relax. Tracy was trying to hide how furious she was that Erica had given up when Pauline was so close to wetting herself, thinking that they could so easily have won. Before she could say anything, Erica burst into tears.
“Oh Tracy, I could have won if only I had made myself wait a bit longer. I never realised how close Pauline was to breaking down, Oh if only I had tried to wait just a bit longer. It hurt so much, but I was still holding it, and I could have stood the pain a bit longer. Pauline went right to her limit, until she was leaking past her fingers, just like you did, while I gave up just because it hurt.”
Tracy tried to comfort her, “I should have seen how bad Pauline was, I should have guessed that there was something wrong , the way Tamzin was blocking my view. The main thing is, we now know that Pauline can’t last as long as you, and she can’t hold as much pee, so you should win next time.”
“I shall have to start training tomorrow,” said Erica, regaining her resolve with Tracy’s encouragement, “I am going to stretch my bladder to its limit every day until the rematch, so I should be able to hold two litres and win easily, even if Pauline trains as well.”