Chapter 13: Louise, Another New Member

By Paul Tester

Among the girls of Elmdene school, none was more interested in 


desperation, both holding her own pee and seeing others have to hold 


theirs, than Louise.  As a close friend of Pauline, they had noticed 


their mutual interest when they were 15, and it was their subsequent 


attempts to see how long they could hold their pee, and how other 


girls compared, that led to the formation of the All Day Girls.  


Louise was slightly above average height, with shoulder length dark 


hair, and about average build.  Her mother always said that Louise 


had child-bearing hips, but to Louise, according to her theory, they 


signified a larger than average bladder, with plenty of space in her 


pelvic cavity for it to expand to an exceptional capacity.  For 


Louise, the tragedy was that she could not translate this theoretical 


capacity into reality so as to become an All Day Girl, though as 


Pauline’s closest friend, she was aware of many of their activities, 


and was as keen as anyone in assessing bladder capacities.  She had 


pleaded with Pauline and Tamzin that she be allowed to watch some of 


the Champion Bladder contests, and to attend the meetings of the 


newly formed Water Conservation Group, and they had briefly 


considered making her some sort of honouree member, because of her 


passionate interest in their activities.  This idea had been rejected 


by the group as a whole because they were simply the All Day Girls, 


and had to prove this once every term.  To have a member who could 


not wait this long would destroy the whole concept of the group.  


Regretfully, Pauline told her friend that there was only one way that 


she could become a member, hold her pee all day.


Louise had already attempted and failed to do this five times, and 


was bitterly disappointed with her inability to hold out, 


particularly when such slim or tiny girls as Michelle, Tamzin and 


Rachel were 24 hour girls, and the smallest of them all, Erica, was 


the Champion bladder.  Reluctant to give up her theory that wide hips 


equalled a big bladder, and after hearing from Pauline the stories 


that all of these girls had been forced to train their bladders from 


an early ages for various reasons, as well as the bladder training 


that went on during the finals of the Champion Bladder competition, 


and how this had improved the capacity of both Erica and Pauline, she 


began her own training routine.  The increased activities of the All 


Day Girls made her so desperate to join that she resolved that this 


time she would, somehow, make herself wait the required time, even if 


it half killed her doing so.  She was studying 19th Century English 


literature, and reading between the lines of some novels, she guessed 


just how much women of that period had had to suffer desperation, 


given the stark choice of ‘wait or wet’ and the disgrace that would 


follow a public wetting, and told herself that she had to be capable 


of waiting if she forced herself to do so.  


There was no shortage of advice about training her bladder from her 


friends. 


"Stretch your bladder at least once a day," said Tracy, "if you are 


not holding your crutch under the desk when the lesson ends, you are 


not trying hard enough."


"Drink gallons of water, so your body gets used to both absorbing and 


holding it.  You should get so that bursting is almost your normal 


condition," was Erica’s advice.


"Put yourself in situations where you simply cannot pee unless you 


wet yourself in public," suggested Tamzin, remembering her desperate 


coach ride with her boyfriend.


"If you really have to wait, then somehow you can always manage to 


hold on a bit longer that you think possible," said Rebecca. "When I 


was younger, I had some absolutely desperate times, but somehow 


always just managed to hold it until I could get to a loo."


"Wilkins Home Brewing Supplies in Market Street sell a whole range of 


corks for bottles and demi-johns.  You might be able to get some help 


there." This was Susan’s half serious advice.  She could wait 24 


hours, and had little patience with those less able than herself.


With grim determination, Louise began a training routine that most 


girls would have considered little short of torture, endeavouring to 


combine all their advice, except Susan’s, in the hope of a quick and 


spectacular increase in bladder capacity.  Every morning before 


lessons she drank 2 pints of water on top of her normal breakfast 


coffee and juice, so by break time she was twisting her legs in knots 


and gritting her teeth with desperation.  After a week of this, she 


increased her intake to 3 pints, or she did not pee when she got up, 


with the result that she then had to hold herself with both hands to 


be able to survive until to break, when some of the All Day Girls 


would be waiting to see her panic-stricken rush to the nearest loo.  


She would often be holding her crutch as she almost ran down the 


corridor, and twice, to her horror, when she could not hold herself, 


she could not avoid a spurt of pee escaping into her knickers.  Then 


a glass of milk or iced coffee would ensure she was desperate again 


at lunch-time, when she would drink more water to ensure another 


bursting bladder by the end of lessons.


At weekends, when she went shopping in Packton, she would wear a 


tight pair of faded jeans and fasten the zip to her belt with a 


miniature padlock, leaving the key in her room, so it would be 


impossible to pull her jeans down to pee until she returned.  Three 


pints of water before she left, and at least one coffee in Packton 


would fill her bladder to absolute bursting point, and she still had 


to endure the bus ride back to school, then walk normally up the 


driveway and to her room.  The first time she tried this she was 


holding her crutch on the bus, covering her hands with her shopping 


bag, and had to repeatedly double over, hand jammed between her 


knotted legs, as she walked up the drive. She was lucky that no-one 


saw her doing this, but faced with the choice of either almost 


certainly wetting herself, or holding her crutch for a time, she 


decided that holding was the better option.  If she had been seen, 


she might have been able to claim she was adjusting the fit of her 


jeans, whereas a wet patch between her legs would mean only one 


thing.  Even so, climbing the stairs to her room was too much, even 


holding herself, and she had leaked a bit before she reached the loo.  


Disgusted at her weakness, the next week she took a friend, who did 


not know what she was trying to do, with her, so she had to hold out 


while still acting fairly normally.  She had never had to try so hard 


to hold back her pee as she did that morning, clenching herself shut 


with every ounce of her strength, but she managed it.  The surge of 


relief when she could finally let go a great blast of pee was such a 


wonderful feeling that it was almost worth the agony she had 


suffered.


The next day her parents came to visit her, and when they went out to 


lunch she was already bursting, with another pint of water she had 


just drunk, still to reach her bladder.  She had intended wearing her 


locked jeans, but they were going to a smart restaurant which would 


not admit women in trousers.  By the time they served coffee she was 


sitting on her heel, struggling to maintain a normal conversation 


with her parents without groaning as surges of extreme desperation 


hit her.  Her bladder was hurting so much, and felt so distended that 


she could hardly believe that there was only the slightest of bulges 


visible.  She had hoped that three glasses of liqueurs would have 


deadened the pain and made her desperation bearable, but when they 


finally left she could hardly stand up, and knew she could not 


possible manage the mile walk back to school.  She had to join her 


mother in the ladies, where she produced a torrent of pee, blasting 


out under tremendous pressure and going on for ages, even though she 


was doing her best to control it and make it sound like a normal pee.  


When she finally emerged from the cubicle, her mother looked intently 


at her, but said nothing, so Louise did her best to act as if a five 


minute torrent was a normal way to pee.  


After a month when she had tried every method of bladder training 


that had been recommended to her except using a cork, and when, as 


Erica had suggested, bursting had become her normal state, she felt 


she was ready to take another All Day Girl test, her sixth attempt at 


joining.  In the history of the All Day Girls, nobody had ever tried 


harder than Louise to become a member, and no girl had ever undergone 


such a rigorous training program.  Much of the desperation resulting 


from this program had been watched by the All Day Girls, providing 


them with nearly as much excitement as the Champion Bladder contests.  


So many of them were wanting to offer support and encouragement when 


she finally made to attempt to join that she was afraid that 


continual enquiries into the state of her bladder would only make her 


want to go more.  Only her close friends Pauline and Tamzin, who were 


to act as judges, knew the day when she was trying, the remaining 


members being told only that it was one day that week, and not to do 


anything that might hinder her attempt.  Despite this promise, they 


could not resist watching Louise from a distance, trying to detect 


any signs of exceptional desperation or even her wetting herself if 


she was to fail again, because this time she had vowed that whatever 


happened, she was not entering a loo until the day was up, and if she 


failed she would have to suffer the disgrace of publicly wetting 


herself.


Unfortunately, all this build up for her test only served to make 


Louise so anxious, when the great day arrived, that her nerves 


affected her bladder and kidneys, and, despite all her training, by 


lunch time she was bursting.  To offer her support, Tamzin had 


invited her to her room for her afternoon mug of coffee, but by then 


Louise was almost in tears because she was already so desperate she 


could not walk far without having to stop and twist her legs together 


to keep control of her bursting bladder.  Collapsing in Tamzin’s 


armchair, she doubled over with both hands pressed between her legs, 


pressing with all her strength right against her pee-hole, hoping 


that somehow she could make this need to pee go away, so she could 


wait another six hours.  


"I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Tam," she groaned, "I’ve been 


legs crossed bursting since before lunch, and sitting on my heel in 


all the afternoon classes.  I’ve never been this bad in all my all 


day attempts.  All that training, and it’s turned out to be a 


disastrous failure."


"It’s a bladder incompetence," replied Tamzin sagely, "it can happen 


to anyone, and usually does when it’s most inconvenient, nature’s way 


of reminding you not to get too blasé about your ability to wait.  


You are also over anxious about being able to wait, and too tense.  


If only we were allowed drink in school, a quadruple Cointreau would 


seen you OK for the rest of the day." 


"Have you ever know a real urge to pee go away?  You know as well as 


I do, it only ever gets worse, it never gets better until you go."  


Despite what she was saying, Louise had recovered sufficiently to be 


able to sit with just one hand between her legs, though every so 


often she would tense and press harder as an extra surge of 


desperation hit her.  "Has any contestant ever given up before dinner 


before?  This is an absolute disaster and I had such high hopes of 


making it this time."


"Who says you are giving up?" rejoined Tamzin. "Remember you were 


saying that this time you were going to make it or die, that no way 


you were going to the loo before ten tonight.  You might be 


faltering, but Pauline and I are going to be true friends, and help 


you keep your word."


She tossed a pair of jeans towards Louise.  "Put those on, they are 


your special Saturday pair, then I am going to lock you in them, and 


not let out until ten o’clock.  If you don’t make it, you’ll have to 


walk about the school in pissed jeans.  I have signed all three of us 


out of dinner on the pretext that we are working on a computer 


project on my new notebook, so you are allowed to change out of 


uniform now.  If you really, really, have to wait, then somehow you 


can manage it."  Tamzin was conveniently forgetting about Geraldine 


and her morning train ride, an episode known only to the All Day 


Girls.  Pauline’s arrival added weight to Tamzin’s instructions, so 


Louise stepped out of her skirt and pulled on the jeans, hopping 


about, crossing her legs and grabbing her crutch as she pulled up the 


zip, and then wincing as Pauline fastened zipper, top button and belt 


together with a padlock, and put the key in her pocket. 

 

"What am I going to do?" pleaded Louise, "I can’t possibly hold 


myself for six hours."


"Change hands every hour," replied Pauline heartlessly, "and think 


about something else.  Write up you chemistry lab notes, do those 


English Lit essays we were set last Monday, memorise the first 3 acts 


of King Lear, we’ve been given plenty of term work to keep you busy, 


take your mind off your bladder, make time pass quicker, you ought to 


know all the techniques for waiting."  When Louise began to protest, 


she continued, "If you don’t want to make a serious attempt here, 


then we will take you to the library and you can sit there and wait.  


God knows what the punishment is for pissing yourself on one of those 


leather chairs.  This is known as being cruel to be kind.  At five 


past ten, when you are an All Day Girl, you’ll thank us for doing 


this."


If the truth were told, Pauline and Tamzin had planned to do 


something like this, to force Louise to hold out if she was really 


desperate, but had not expected to have to implement the plan until 


much later in the day, maybe to help her through the last hour.  


Neither of them thought she had any chance of holding out nearly six 


hours, but they could not resist seeing how long she would be able to 


last. 


Accepting the inevitable, Louise sat at the desk and began her 


evening’s prep, tightly crossing her legs and keeping one hand 


pressed between them.  When she had to start writing, she first tried 


changing to using her left hand to hold, then, needing this to steady 


the paper, reverted to sitting on her heel.  Her tense expression 


showed how much effort she was making to hold her pee, and despite 


squirming about to get maximum pressure from her heel, every time she 


stopped writing she would take the chance to press her hand between 


her legs.  Pauline was laying on the bed reading, Tamzin working at 


her computer, and both were frequently glancing at Louise to see how 


she was holding out.  At six o’clock they stopped work and Tamzin 


went to get their take-out dinners.  Louise who was getting cramp 


from having one leg folded under her to sit on her heel, stood up, 


then quickly crossed her legs and held her crutch with both hands, 


leaning forward and groaning as she did so.


"I don’t think I can bear it for another 4 hours, Oh God, I’m so 


desperate, I might as well go now as suffer longer until I have to 


pee."


Pauline moved next to Louise and motioned her to move her hands clear 


of her body.  Thinking she was going to unlock her zip, Louise 


willing complied, then winced and shied away as Pauline began to feel 


her abdomen.


"Your bladder is nowhere near full, you really can’t want to pee that 


badly, or if you do, then its imagination, some sort of psychological 


problem.  You have just got to grit your teeth and make yourself hold 


on.  One thing the competition showed was that, without exception, 


when we were really, really, desperate, we all had a hard, swollen 


bulging abdomen where our bladders were distended with pee.  You have 


not got that yet, so your bladder is not full, therefore you can make 


yourself wait longer, all it takes is will-power and determination.  


That’s what the 24 hour girls, and Champion Bladder was all about."


Tamzin returned, and also assessed Louise’s bladder as not being at 


all full, and confirmed that they had no intention of releasing her.  


She had taken away Louise’s uniform blazer and skirt, and pointed out 


that if she did wet herself, she would have to walk all the way to 


her own room, in a different residence building, in wet jeans.


"I know you are having a small bladder attack, but just think, if you 


can qualify in spite of that, you will be a worthy All Day Girl, and 


it will be so much easier next time."


"How badly does it hurt?" asked Pauline, "is your stomach ache 


starting to build up?"


"It doesn’t really hurt at all yet," replied Louise, "I just want to 


pee so urgently, sharply, intensely, so bad, that I’m not sure I 


could keep control with just crossed legs, I need a heel or a hand to 


help hold it back"


"Well, that’s allowable, so just hold it in girl.  You are actually 


due to drink another glass of water in the next 20 minutes, and then 


your final cup of tea before 7 o’clock, so you had better try and 


sort your bladder out before that gets to your kidneys." Tamzin tried 


not to appear sadistic, but she really was quite enjoying making 


someone wait until they were absolutely desperate, and even wet 


themselves.  It would have been more fun if it was an attractive 


bloke, but this was better than nothing.  She suddenly wondered if St 


Omunds, the nearest boys public boarding school, had an All Day Boys 


group, and how they could make contact with it.


Forced to accept that she was not going to get to a loo until after 


ten o’clock, Louise had not choice but to grit her teeth and force 


herself to hold on as best she could.  At least while she was 


sitting, legs twisted tightly together, and either holding herself or 


with her heel pressed hard against her wee hole, she could still 


contain herself.  By the time they had finished eating, and she was 


cautiously sipping her tea, not wanting to drink it until the last 


possible moment, it did seem as if she did not want to go quite so 


urgently, the sharpness of her need giving way to a dull ache in her 


stomach, uncomfortable, but controllable. She hoped that this 


signified that her bladder was stretching to hold the extra pee, and 


a slightly bulging abdomen seemed to confirm this.


By eight o’clock most of her dinner-time drinks had reached her 


bladder, and she was truly desperate again, with a throbbing, 


bursting bladder to contend with as well as an urgent need to pee.  


For a time she had been able to manage with just knotted legs, but 


now she had to sit on her heel again, and even then it was becoming a 


struggle to wait.  Her abdomen was definitely bulging, and Tamzin 


undid her padlock so she could unzip her jeans, easing the pressure 


on her bladder.  She was too desperate to be able to concentrate on 


essay writing any more, and even copying physics experiment notes 


from Pauline’s lab book it was difficult to write neatly, but she had 


to do something to try and make the time pass.


Another hour and writing was impossible, all she could think about 


was containing the pressure in her bladder, which was now genuinely 


full, confirmed by the painful swelling of her abdomen, and she knew 


it was going to take every ounce of her will-power to be able to last 


another hour.  Now they could see she was resolved to wait, Pauline 


and Tamzin were doing everything they could to help her, letting her 


take her jeans off so there was no extra pressure on her bladder. 


Louise, who felt she was absolutely at bursting point, her bladder 


unable to contain even another tea-spoonful of pee, was willing to 


try anything that might help her wait.  She had been suffering for so 


long she could hardly remember what it was like to be able to relax 


and sit normally, but with only forty minutes to wait, she was 


determined to hold out.  There was no pretence of doing any work, the 


only thing that mattered was holding back her pee, and she was 


doubled over on the edge of the bed, legs knotted and both hands 


pressed hard into her crutch.


"I must wait! I must wait!  If I can keep pressing like this, I must 


be able to make it, I don’t think it’s possible for any pee to leak 


out, I’m pressing so hard." She was encouraging herself, speaking 


through clenched teeth as she fought with all her strength to hold 


back her pee.  Pauline, who had been through similar agony in the 


Champion Bladder competition, was encouraging her to hang on, 


advising her to try different positions, do anything that might ease 


her desperation.  Louise had never been so desperate in her life, she 


had never thought it was possible to want to pee so badly, for her 


stomach to hurt so much, but somehow she had to hold on a bit longer.  


She simply could not press any harder between her legs, but frantic 


to do something more to control her pee, she tried first moving her 


fingers round in small circles, pressing on her wee hole, then 


standing up and joining her hands between her legs, pressing the edge 


of her hand against her and sawing back and forward against her 


crutch.  Nothing she could do seemed to have any affect on her 


desperation for very long, but each change of position did seem to 


help for a bit.  She still felt she was about a minute away from 


wetting herself, but somehow that minute never quite happened, and 


she was able to last out until the magic hour of ten o’clock.


Anticipating that the situation might be critical if Louise did 


manage to wait, Tamzin had a bucket ready for her, so the second that 


Pauline announced that it was ten o’clock, she cut the seal that 


showed that Louise had not taken her knickers off all day, and Louise 


tore down her knickers and crouched over the bucket, releasing a 


blast of pee before settling into a steady powerful stream that 


lasted 48 seconds, followed by a couple of short spurts.


"I have never, ever, in my whole life, wanted to pee so badly as I 


did then," gasped a very relieved Louise, "nor have I ever enjoyed a 


pee so much as this one.  You could say it was worth waiting for, but 


I am not sure it really did compensate for the suffering I have been 


through."


"The main thing," said Tamzin, "is that you have done it, proved that 


you can wait all day, and even manage it when your bladder was 


playing up.  Next time it will be easier.  Honestly, when you came in 


here at four o’clock, and I saw the state you were in, I didn’t think 


you had a chance of holding out for another six hours.  It just shows 


what the bladder can be forced to do."


"Undoubtedly an effort worthy of an All Day Girls," added Pauline, "I 


don’t think that anyone has ever tried so hard to join as you have, 


and we are all delighted you have finally made it."


Her pee was measured at 0.92 litres, which Louise considered a 


disappointingly small volume, as she had hoped to become a member of 


the ‘One Litre’ club, after suffering such desperation.  That Pauline 


and Erica could hold more than half as much again as she had managed 


was a sobering thought, and she wondered how much they had suffered 


to wait like that.  She had just managed to scrape in as an All Day 


Girl, and now she would have to continue her bladder training, 


albeit less intensely, to increase her capacity and control to a 


level where the next term’s qualification would be easier.





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