THE ALL DAY GIRLS
Chapter 7: THE FINAL (F hold-it, touching on desp)
By Paul Tester

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 30 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 
2 litres and win easily, even if Pauline trains as well."
