Chapter 14: Geraldine's Inquest, and Another Challenge

By Paul Tester

There was a general interest in all matters pertaining to peeing and 


loos among the All Day Girls so they were always on the lookout for 


evidence of others girls in desperate need of a pee, or having to hold 


out for exceptionally long times.  So it was not surprising that 


Geraldine making three desperate dashes to the loo in a morning had 


been noticed.  Once a few of the girls had talked together about this, 


they realised that something very unusual had been going on, because 


no girl of 17 should have needed to go that badly that often, 


particularly not an All Day Girl.  She had been seen holding between 


her legs, so there seemed no doubt what she wanted to do, the great 


question was, why?  Stephanie, Geraldine’s best friend knew, but she 


had been sworn to silence.  The rest of the girls could hardly wait 


for their next meeting, when she would have to explain herself.


Before allowing Geraldine to begin her story, Pauline formally 


introduced Louise as a new member, though her interest in desperation 


was well known to many of the girls, and the efforts she had made to 


expand her bladder so she could join had entertained the other girls 


for several weeks.


"I don’t think anyone has ever tried harder to become a member, and 


the struggle she had to wait all day was more that some of the 


Champion Bladder contestants made to hold."  Pauline looked pointedly 


at Caroline, who they knew had given up before she was absolutely 


desperate, then continued, "Louise might have only just qualified, but 


her passionate interest in our activities will make her a worthy 


member."


"Don’t forget we have to qualify for both all day and 24 hour 


membership every term, so I hope she is up to making this super-human 


regularly," replied Caroline, resenting that she should be singled out 


as a girl who did not try to wait.


This business over, they then came to the main reason for the meeting.  


Knowing she could not avoid telling her story in every detail, 


Geraldine decided to do it properly, and came to the meeting dressed 


in the skirt and knickers she had worn for the train journey, so she 


could demonstrate just how difficult it had been to hold herself 


without showing her knickers.  She also brought her precious supply of 


diuretic pills, untouched since that traumatic morning.

  

She told the story in full detail, demonstrating all of her attempts 


to control her bursting bladder, only stopping short of actually 


wetting herself, but describing, as best she could remember, how each 


spurt of pee had gone, and how her skirt, and the train seat, had been 


soaked.  She finished by telling how she had only just been able to 


hold out during the morning’s classes, being virtually on the brink of 


wetting herself three times.


Detailed as her narrative had been, the girls had plenty of questions 


as soon as she finished.  


Tamzin voiced the most obvious, "Was there, really, absolutely, no way 


that you could have held on, to have kept your pee back a bit longer, 


until you reached the station loos?"  Tamzin’s recent experience on a 


coach had seemed to indicate that, with their superior bladder 


control, All Day Girls could somehow manage to last out until the 


found a loo, however desperate they might get.


"I swear to it," replied Geraldine, "there was absolutely no possible 


way I could have held back that pee another second.  I was fighting it 


with all my strength, doing everything I could possibly think of to 


hold it, and I just could not stop it leaking past my fingers.  


Literally, if you had held a gun to my head and threatened to shoot me 


if I pissed myself, I still could not have held it any longer.  Good 


God, I was so ashamed of what I was doing, particularly with those 


dirty old men watching, it was almost a fate worse than death."


"Logic and scientific reason says that this is the obvious end to 


trying to hold your pee," said Annette, latching onto her favourite 


theory. "You have only proved what I have always said, ‘it simply 


isn’t possible to wait for ever, there has to be a limit to what every 


bladder can hold.’  It may be more than most people would care to 


hold, but eventually, as you showed, you just have to pee."


Geraldine continued to explain herself, "I’ll tell you something else.  


It does not matter how hard you press your fingers against that little 


hole you pee from, there comes a time when you cannot stop it coming 


out, because it’s somewhere inside of you that is actually holding 


back your pee, and when it leaks past there you have had it, it’s 


going to leak out into your knickers as soon as the tube, urethra, or 


whatever it is called, is full.  It is obvious when you think about 


it, but on the other hand, pressing there really does help more than 


anything else.  Believe me, that morning I was pressing harder than I 


ever have before.  Until it happened, I didn’t think it was possible 


for me to leak, I was pressing so hard." 


Janet wasn’t prepared to let Geraldine off so easily.  "We all know 


from the Internet that there are people who get a thrill from wetting 


themselves, even doing it in public, deliberately, like we get our 


kicks from holding it.  Are you sure you aren’t one of them, and just 


making some excuse to indulge, maybe because you don’t want to admit 


to it.  After all, you do seem to have exhibitionist tendencies." She 


looked pointedly at Geraldine’s skirt, and how her blouse seemed to 


have lost 2 or 3 buttons.


"No way!" Geraldine denied this violently, and then rather diffidently 


confessed  "I did actually try wetting my jeans once, at home, alone, 


after I had read what a thrill it was supposed to be, and it did 


absolutely nothing for me.  It was just wet and yuccy, and rather 


horrid, sorry to disillusion you."


She continued, "My ‘thing’, apart from the accomplishment of holding 


my pee for ages, is sex with a full bladder; it is absolutely out of 


this world, five star multiple orgasms, lights, bells, and whistles.  


I only wish I had the courage and opportunity to pee when I come, 


because I think that could be even better.  Alternatively, I love the 


surge of relief when I finally let it come blasting out, the more 


pressure the better.  This train episode was double misery, because I 


had a bladder absolutely stretched to the limit, far beyond when I 


could have considered any sex, and then it was coming out in little 


spurts, all the time I was trying to hold it, when I should have done 


an absolute gusher of a pee and really enjoyed it.  At least the three 


pees during the morning were real torrents, nearly enough force to 


lift me off the loo.  When I have been deliberately making myself wait 


at home, I sometimes, if I am alone, squat in the bath and pee, 


instead of sitting on the loo, because I seem to get more pressure 


squatting, and for me, the more pressure the better it feels."


Erica had been listening to this discussion in silence.  At her age, 


sex, with a full or empty bladder, was something still to be 


experienced.  She was wondering how much longer she, with the champion 


bladder, would have been able to wait if she had taken a tablet.


"We seem to be straying from the point a bit.  Isn’t the question now, 


what do we do with these tablets that Geraldine had got?  Even for the 


biggest bladders among us, they would seem to be an over-dose, more 


than we could cope with."  She was hoping that no-one would suggest 


that she try to last out a morning’s lessons after taking a tablet.  


For the first time for years she was afraid she would be in a 


situation where she could not hold her pee.


"By my estimation," said Karen, "the one tablet that Geraldine took 


resulted in six bursting bladders full of pee, in four hours.  If we 


assume they work according to the dose, then a quarter or third of a 


tablet would be about the right dose.  I doubt if any of us could hold 


more than one and a half times Geraldine’s bladder stretched to its 


absolute limit. (Pity you didn’t measure one of those torrents.)  So, 


what about it, should we divide one up and four of us try it next 


weekend?"


Geraldine agreed to divide two tablets up, one into four, one into 


three, for the girls to try, and there was no shortage of volunteers 


until Pauline set the rules for partaking.


"These things are too valuable to waste just taking and then having to 


pee a lot.  Anyone can do that by drinking loads of beer or cider, 


half the scrubbers in Packton do that every Friday and Saturday night.  


The great thing about these tablets is that you don't expect to want 


to go, so anyone who takes one has got to act that out, duplicate what 


happened to Geraldine, to see what will constitute a just manageable 


dose for us, All Day Girls, but too much for the hoi polloi to cope 


with.  I rule that anyone who tries this cannot go to the loo for at 


least two and a half hours after taking one.  If they can’t last that 


long, then they will have to go in their knickers, in public, like 


Geraldine did" 


"Ideally, you should set up a situation where you can’t pee for that 


time, a long bus ride or something, so you are in a real ‘wait or wet’ 


situation," added Karen.  "You also want to end up somewhere where you 


can time and measure your pee."


"Count me out, I afraid," said Erica, "I would love to  try, but I’m 


playing hockey this Saturday, in goal, so I’ll be wearing track suit, 


which would really show up if I wet myself, and pads which will stop 


me crossing my legs."


"Ideal," said Susan spitefully, "then you will have no choice but to 


hold it, show us just how good you are."


Erica shuddered at the thought of keeping goal with a bladder about to 


burst.  "We’re playing the old enemy, Packton Grammar, so if I do 


anything to jeopardise our chances, I’ll be lynched.  Let me try on 


Sunday, I can cope with being desperate in matins, it will keep me 


awake during the sermon."


"I vote that Caroline should have to try one," said Geraldine, "she 


admits that she gave up in the Champion Bladder competition before she 


was really at her limit, so this is a chance to go all the way there.  


I also think that someone, preferably me, should observe her pee when 


she does let go, because it should be the ultimate gusher, torrent, 


whatever we call it, even more than her pee in the competition."  


Geraldine was proud of the tremendous pressure she could pee with, but 


reluctantly admitted that Caroline’s pee then was better than any she 


had ever done.


"Accurate waiting time and pee volume measurements please," said 


Annette, "We need to know just what these things are capable of.  The 


potential is enormous, and so is the temptation to feed one to some 


unsuspecting victim in a situation where they simply cannot get to a 


loo, like Geraldine."


"Assuming they work as we think, or hope," added Janet, "the end of 


term coach outings really have potential.  Who is going to dare to 


take a dose before one of those? say the British Museum trip, which is 


about two and a half hours."


"That really would be a test," said Rachel, "and you really would have 


no choice but to hold out.  I mean, what would the alternative be?  


Hobble down the coach, holding your crutch, and tell old Dixon-Smythe 


that you need the loo so badly the coach has got to stop that very 


minute, and if there isn’t a loo in sight, then it’s still got to stop 


and you will crouch in the gutter, because the alternative is wetting 


your pants.  Could any of you do that?"


"I could pee in the gutter," replied Michelle,  "but never could I ask 


Dixon-Smythe to stop the coach so I could do it.  Somehow, I would 


have to hold it, or just go on the floor.  No, somehow, in those 


circumstances, you would manage to hold it."


Geraldine joined in the discussion.  "No you could not.  I’ve been 


there, I know what it is like to reach the limit, to feel your pee 


leaking past your fingers with a load of strangers watching.  You 


would not care if it was D-S, McKenzie, or even the head mistress in 


the coach, when you find you cannot hold your pee any longer, you 


would rather stop the coach and go by the back wheel than in your 


knickers.  If you don’t believe me, then try it, find out what real 


desperation is.  And find out what it feels like to piss yourself in 


public, in a situation where you really have no excuse for doing it."


The girls considered this.  It would be an awesome challenge to their 


bladder capacity and holding abilities, but as All Day Girls, and 


particularly the 24-hour girls, they felt they ought to try.


"If we try it, we cannot afford for anyone to fail," Pauline reminded 


them, "the staff are not stupid.  After years of school outings that 


have never had anything worse that a few girls crossing their legs, 


jigging about as they get out the coach, or hurrying to the loos, 


suddenly to have one, or even more, senior girls having to stop the 


coach and pee in the gutter, it’s going to be obvious something is 


going on.  If they realise that all the peeing girls are members of 


the Water Conservation Group, then there will be lots of embarrassing 


questions asked."


"It will be a new challenge," said Annette, "we have got to try 


something on these coach outings, it is too good an opportunity to 


miss.  If we don't use Geraldine’s tablets we will have to find some 


other way of testing our bladders."


"I nominate you for a third of a tablet this Saturday," Emma jumped in 


suddenly.  "You are big on telling other people what they should be 


able to do, and how long they should be able to wait, but we have not 


seen any action from you.  You didn’t even try for a 24 hour wait, so 


it’s about time you really stretched you bladder."


"In fact," she continued, "you can spend Saturday with me.  Mother is 


coming down to take me to London shopping for an outfit for my 


sister’s wedding, and you can come along too.  It’s at least a two 


hour drive, and mother has a decent bladder, so there won’t be any 


stops.  We park somewhere in the London suburbs and get the tube in, 


and there’s never any loos on that now, so you are going to have the 


famous two choices we love to give people, wait or wet.  You will 


probably be able to go when we get to Oxford Street, but you might 


have to walk a bit to find a loo, and there will be crowds of shoppers 


to see you if you wet your jeans."


Annette was caught.  She had carried her Miss Logical act too far and 


annoyed too many of the All Day Girls, to be able to back out of this 


challenge, but she shuddered to think how desperate she was likely to 


be if the tablet worked as she predicted.  She had met Emma’s mother, 


and she was not a woman who would laugh off a girl of seventeen 


wetting herself during a two hour journey.  She could only hope that 


Tamzin’s theory that the bladder could expand to accommodate the 


situation and the pee was correct, rather than the alternative she 


advocated, that any bladder had a finite, definite limit that you 


could not go beyond.  Would she, she wondered, be able to get away 


with wearing either a skirt or black trousers, which would not show 


any leaks?  


As if she could read her mind, Emma said, "Don’t think you can wear a 


skirt and leak down you legs like a Jane Austen character, because we 


are both going casual, faded blue jeans or grey trousers, that will 


show any wetness, and no long coats you can hold your crutch under, 


it’s not cold enough for that yet.  If I can borrow Michelle’s digital 


camera, I’ll get some wonderful pictures for the Group archives, or to 


post on one of those desperation web sites."





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