Chapter 8: The Rematch

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.





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