THE ALL DAY GIRLS
Chapter 13: LOUISE, ANOTHER NEW MEMBER (F hold-it, touching on desp)
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. 
