Mermaid Movie

Tim whispered to Lucy to find out why she wanted an earlier appointment, but told her to make it anyway. "It's a matter of timing. Tim told me that the bladder requirement was because I might have to go fifteen hours without using a bathroom. I didn't know if I could do it, but now I've tried, and I think I can. It's five thirty now; fifteen hours from now is eight thirty in the morning. I've just emptied my bladder after holding it for fourteen hours, but I didn't drink much. I don't plan to empty it again before I come in, and from about seven I intend to start drinking all the water I can hold. I don't know what this is going to do to me, but I intend to be extremely full when I come in. I will not be wearing a bra, in fact, I won't be wearing much of anything if I can come in early."

Lucy was amazed, but put her down for eight. She and Tim smiled at each other.

Wednesday, promptly at eight, they had a visitor at the door. Eileen Townsend indeed was there. Lucy viewed her as she came in. She had short gray hair, a slightly tanned skin color. Her rather small beasts moved only slightly beneath their thin covering. She wore a red robe, very light and thin, tied with a thin cord at her waist. She was slender, reported her weight as 130, and her age as 53, and on her feet she wore sandals. She was smiling, and her face was clear and attractive, with very subtle make-up. As Lucy looked at her, she guessed that the robe was her only garment and that she was naked under it.

Eileen was not hampered by excessive modesty. "'Are you ready for me, and is it all right if I take the robe off?" she asked.. Lucy nodded, and her guess was affirmed. Eileen Townsend kicked off her sandals, and stood in front of her, naked.

Lucy quickly commented on her nudity, remarking that it was necessary only to display her breasts. However, she added, "since you have come without any other clothing than the robe, we will agree to interview you naked, as long as you don't mind."

She posed quite erect, for a moment, allowing Lucy to view her body. The tan color did not extend below her neck, indicating that she had not been sunning herself topless, but her body was firm. Her breasts were not large, and had only a little sag to them. Below her navel, her carefully trimmed pubic hair showed, and there was an obvious bulge suggesting her bladder was indeed very, very, full.

Her face bore a smile, but as Lucy looked at her, there were tears in her eyes, and she was shaking, visibly.

Lucy could see that there was an attempt to display nonchalance, and her apparent lack of modesty was feigned, for she was obviously nervous, blushing slightly, and trying to cover her intense discomfort. She was in great pain, Lucy concluded, from the attempt to retain her urine, and she was trying to cover it with an attitude that would allow her to get it over with as quickly as possible. Lucy recalled that Eileen had said she intended to drink all the water should hold this morning, after already having held her urine for at least fourteen hours; and this lady had put herself into a position of extreme discomfort with a painfully distended bladder being forced to accept a further huge load of water, and using all the muscle strength she could command to hold it. No wonder she wanted to go through it as fast as possible. That was the reason for wearing only one garment and being so quick to discard it.

Lucy had her pose quickly, looking at her on all sides. She was indeed an attractive woman, but, Lucy noted, her small breasts were firm and stayed quite well in place when she moved, where the request was for breasts that sagged more and looked older.

Eileen seemed not at all embarrassed when she was ushered, nude, into Tim's office. She held out her hand in greeting, with no attempt at all to cover her body. Tim noted, however, that the hand he did not grasp immediately fell to her crotch and pressed into her pubic region, a sure sign of her bladder distress.

Tim had her pose in various positions, which she did. He tried to put her in postures where her breasts would move a bit, but they simply didn't cooperate. Actually, they were quite firm and high, but this was not in keeping with the requirement.

Tim, also saw the tears in her eyes and noted her shaking. He had, with other candidates, tried to draw out the interview, to see how the woman would come across trying to maintain poise when her bladder was painfully full, but he could see this one was having a hard time with it already. Try as she could, the pain was showing, and the poise was not equal to covering it.

Eileen knew she was not handling it the way she hoped. She got to the breaking point, and her voice trembled as she spoke to Tim, "I can't; I can't!! I've tried so hard, but I can't hold it any longer! I've got to let it out -now - now . Even if you're not through with me, please, I've got to do it now, NOW!!"

Quickly he gave her the pitcher. She tried to hold it under herself, while bending only slightly. Suddenly, a burst of urine came out of her, spraying in an arc, pouring into the pitcher. She held the pitcher, sobbing, with tears in her eyes. While the stream continued to pour out of her, she lowered her voice and said to Tim, "I guess I've lost it- and I did so want to be your Mermaid Mom! I thought I could force myself to hold it!"

When she finished, Tim noted she had urinated almost 1400ml! Almost a quart and a half, out of a lady on the shady side of fifty! He wondered how many other women would be able to do this, with or without the tears.

He tried to comfort her. She had really done exceedingly well with the bladder test, and the only real problem he could see was that her breasts were too small and too firm. It would not be any easy decision.

After she left, being told they would call her shortly. He and Lucy held a conference.

"Lucy, Eileen was great, even with the tears and all. She clearly could hold it, but her figure is going to disappoint Russell. He wants flabbier breasts that swing a bit. Martha has them, but I'm not sure Martha's bladder is equal to it. What think you?"

"If we could get Martha to do another test, I'd say go with her. But I really hate to disappoint Eileen - she really put herself through torture, really gave it a try!"

After some consideration, Tim found himself talking to Martha Lewis on the telephone. "Martha, he began, you've really got the best figure for this, and I'd like to use you, but I just need to be sure your bladder has the endurance we need. I know you said you could hold it longer, but I can't take a chance. In the scene, you'll have to consume as many drinks as you are asked, and you'll probably have to go fifteen hours without a pee. The young women we've selected have all managed to hold a quart, or almost a quart; and you only did two thirds of that."

"Tim", Martha broke in, "I know I can hold it - I know I can. It's going to hurt, I know, but I can endure the pain. Is there any way I can convince you?"

"Yes, Martha, there is. A demonstration. That's the only fair way to do it. Come into my office this afternoon with a least a liter in your bladder and I'll use you for the job. "

"What time to do you want me?"

"How long will it take you to fill up?"

"How about three o'clock?"

"OK - I'll be there! Filled up!"

Tim and Lucy awaited their model applicant, wondering if indeed she would succeed.

They underestimated Martha Lewis.

At one o'clock, Martha was at the office of Dr. Martin Phillips, a local GP. She was there addressing an old friend, Jerri Matheson, the office nurse of Dr. Phillips. Jerri knew Martha as an occasional patient of her employer, and as a personal friend of many years.

Martha was making a request. "Jerri, I need you help! I've got a modeling job coming up, and I need to qualify for it this afternoon. You can help me. I know you've done catheterizations in the office. Can you catheterise me?"

Jerri stared at Martha with a bit of shock. "What on earth for? Have you got a urinary blockage of some kind? You need to see the doctor, and he's not in today-"

"Look here, Jerri, I haven't got a lot of time. No, I don't have a blockage. It would probably help a bit if I did. But my bladder control may not be good enough for me to get this job! I want you to put a catheter into me, not to empty my bladder but to fill it up! Can you do it?"

Jerri, completely baffled, sat down and just stared at Martha, who continued. "See, they need a model my age and shape, but the job is going to require me to get into a costume I can't get out of for probably fifteen hours, and I can't urinate while I'm in it, but I'll have to drink a lot of liquid while I'm wearing it. So I've got to hold my water for fifteen hours including all I have to drink. So they will only take a woman who can demonstrate that she can hold about a liter, or a quart, in her bladder. I tried, and made about two thirds of a liter. I think I could hold a full liter, but I've got to get it in me, and I've no way of knowing how much is in me. Bladders don't come with gauges. But you could stick in a catheter, and fill my bladder up to a full liter; then, all I have to do is manage to hold it long enough to go over to the agency, and I'll be able to urinate a full liter, which will demonstrate my capacity. Won't you do it for me?"

Jerri was shaking her head, confused. "Martha, how can you be sure your bladder will hold a liter? That a lot for a human bladder! I could probably put it in, if I do it slowly, and stretch your bladder, but it's going to be awfully painful, and I can't give you any painkiller or anesthetic. Then when I do take the catheter out, you'll have to hold it by yourself, and you may not be able to. I'm telling you, that much is going to stretch your bladder to its limits, and it's going to be very painful for you! And, even if you do manage to hold it, what I'm going to put in is clear water. If anyone checks you when you urinate, they're going to see that it's clear, and they will know it won't be natural!"

"I thought of that. Could you put a drop of this in?" She produced from her purse a tiny bottle f yellow food coloring. "It's edible, it's non-toxic, and if you use it in the water you put it it will turn it yellow. It will look natural. No one will question it!"

Jerri shrugged her shoulders, muttered something under her breath, and looked in her supply cabinet.

"You get in the first examining room", she said, and undress. I'll get a catheter. But I've got to drain your bladder first, or do you just want to urinate first and assure me it's empty? If you don't, there's a chance I will overfill it! And you had better not ever bring this up to the doctor!"

Martha smiled at her victory. She made a quick trip to the ladies room, while Jerri got ready. Shortly, Martha was on the table of the examination room, with a catheter being carefully inserted into her urethra.

Jerri hooked up a tube to the catheter, and measured out a liter of water, adding a drop of the yellow color. She hooked up the bag to the tube, and let the water flow into Martha's bladder. As the bag emptied, Jerri held it higher and squeezed it slightly to apply pressure. Martha lay on the table, her bladder gradually distending. More and more water was forced into her. Jerri called out, "You're up to 600ml- how do you feel?" "Awfully bad - like I need to pee something awful! But keep going!"

Jerri continued the flow of water. Soon there was only 200ml left in the bag. "Martha - you sure you want me to do this? you've got 800 in you!" . Martha lay still, her fists clenched, her face contorted, her determination undeterred. "More - more, fast as you can!"

"Martha, I've got to do it slowly, so you get stretched a little at a time. I can't do it fast. Anyway, after I get it all in, it's going to be up to you to hold it!"

Jerri called the count at 900, then 950. Martha was clearly suffering. Tears streamed from her eyes. The pain was intense. Still the water flowed in. Finally Jerri announced, "All right, you've got a liter in you. Now let me deflate the catheter balloon and take it out. You better get your muscles ready to do some strong holding!"

A couple of minutes later, Martha was sitting up, adjusting her clothes. She was almost in a daze. The pressure inside her was strong, and her whole bottom half seemed wracked with pain. She felt swollen and extremely uncomfortable.

Somehow she managed to get from the doctor's office to Tim's location, a couple of blocks away.

She arrived ahead of her appointment time, but Tim and Lucy were waiting. Martha told them, "I'm here, it's maybe a bit early, but I'm ready. I think I can prove to you I can do it!"

Lucy asked her to remove her clothes and hang them up, while Tim went for the pitcher. In a minute or two, she was naked before them, her badly swollen bladder protruding from her abdomen like a grapefruit. Her pubic hair was untrimmed, thick and dark. Suddenly she was embarrassed that her bush was showing; but she took the pitcher, and placed it in position. Her stream began to flow.

Both of them watched, astonished at the force of her stream and the quantity she discharged. It passed her 650 mark easily and the level continued to climb. It even passed 1,000; going to about 1,100. Then she stopped.

They congratulated her. She had done what she had promised. She was going to be their Mermaid Mom.

CHAPTER 4

To The Location

Thursday was spent insuring the mermaid models are had their final preparation instructions. They were to watch carefully their diets and fluid intake on Thursday, so as to minimize the possibilities of bladder or bowel problems Friday. They were advised to fast if they could, or eat only low-residue foods Thursday, and keep their liquid intake as low as reasonably possible. Friday they were to be at the studio at six A.M., ready for work. All they needed to bring was themselves, as the studio would provide dressers and make-up staff to prepare them.

Tim was at the studio Friday, to check in the models as they arrived. He met Marc Abramson, the Director, who would be in charge of the shooting. Marc was a brusque man with a lack of patience and an artistic temperament. He was dressed casually, wore his black hair at shoulder length, and carried sunglasses in his pocket. He spoke quickly to Tim. "The mermaid models are not my prime responsibility; my main interest is in the actors and the action. The girls just have to sit there. They have to do a little drinking, but other than that all I expect is that they sit in position and look pretty. I hope they're not bashful - I need to have a lot of breast display. I'll position them so their tops show up properly, but after I position them, it's your responsibility to see that they stay there and don't give us any trouble. I don't want to hear that they have any problems, so you take care of them. Got it?" He didn't wait for a reply, but went off quickly.

Tim checked his arriving mermaids. As soon as one was ready to be dressed, she was told to use the bathroom (her last chance for many hours), then to step behind a curtain which screened the dressing area, where she was to remove and leave all of her clothing. She was then to present herself, naked, to the two dressers, one male and one female, who put the girls into the mermaid costumes.

To do this, she was required to lie on a low table, where her legs were loosely bound at the knees and ankles with a strong but soft cord, which was then tied securely. This allowed her to move her legs a little, but not to separate them more than an inch or two. A soft cloth was slipped between her inner thighs to prevent chafing. Next, she was rolled on her side while the back half of the formed tail costume was fitted to her. Then the front half was installed, and the two parts fastened together securely. The elastic top was then slipped up over her feet (now tail), and adjusted to her waist. The tail costume was then checked and a type of putty used to close the seams and any fasteners showing. She was then carefully lifted into a sitting, but reclining position on a low chair, where the make-up persons went to work on her hair, face, and body grooming.

When each model was finished, she was inspected by the Mark, the director, and then allowed to hold a towel over her breasts while she was carried by two men into a large van waiting outside.

The process of preparing the girls went on schedule, and about a quarter to seven it was announced that they were ready to go. The six models, Paula, Renee, Jeanne, Inez, Susan, and Mermaid "Mom" Martha, were laid on seats in the van. The women were talkative as they prepared to depart, and this was really the first time they had to meet as a group. The favorite topic was the "hold it" ability they had to demonstrate, and which they knew would be crucially tested today. But at this point they were all made up, their legs were not yet tired, and their bladders were empty, so they could joke about it. They did appear a helpless lot, though, because they could not walk or move their lower bodies more than a very slight amount. The costumes looked fishy and flexible, but were in fact quite stiff, and they had been told to keep their legs as straight as possible to keep the costumes intact.

What became a convoy of five vehicles left from the studio, carrying the mermaids, the actors, camera staff, and the rest of the crew. Time rode with the models, with the male make-up specialist, there to do any field repairs required.

It was indeed a long ride. They were unsure of the route, and ran into traffic and a short detour. It was becoming a warm day, and the make-up man broke out cold soft drinks and passed them around. The mermaids, saying things about "living dangerously" or other bits of humor, accepted the drinks but drank them slowly.

It was well past nine when they arrived on the site, which involved a group of large rocks situated on the coastline, with the waves gently washing the lower areas but leaving the higher parts dry. Some time was consumed as the director chose the exact positioning of the mermaids. Then, one at a time, they were carried out of the van and put in place on the rocks. They were relieved of their towels, and their placing was carefully reviewed. Mark critically examined the placing of each mermaid, with special care that each had her breasts prominently exposed and free from any shadows.

As he worked with Martha, he considered what pose to use. "What's your name?" he asked of her at first. " "Martha," she answered warmly. "OK, Martha, you're supposed to be the senior member of the clan. I need to be sure your hair shows clearly, so the gray comes through. Also, your top needs some special consideration. The other breasts are all high and firm, so they're not expected to move much. Yours need to show their, well, flexibility. I want you to twist back and forth several times, so I can see how much your jugs flop around. Try it!" Martha, a bit embarrassed by the request, nonetheless complied.

Mark gave her several tries, the instructed her, "When the camera's on you, I want to see those things swing and jiggle. So let 'em hang loose - don't try to keep them still. Understand?" Martha nodded.

With all of the preparations that seemed necessary, it was eleven before the actual shooting began. In the heat of the midday, the girls were beginning to complain that their legs were hot, and some were a bit concerned about the effects of the sun on their exposed tops. These were calmed, though, and the work went on.

Tim asked them, between takes, how they were holding up. Martha replied clearly, "I'm fine - don't worry about me. My only real concern right now is the sunburn I'm going to get on what Mark calls 'my jugs'. They're not used to this much exposure!"