The Golden Mermaid

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Please don't take the story too heavy hearted >w< It is not 'canon' for my OC Mi'ara and just a silly setup I could not resist to write >//>

Link to the full drawing: https://www.dropbox.com/s/6pnx5du2ce43enc/Golden%20Mermaid.png?dl=0

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Of course I had been a bit nervous from the beginning. I have had shows in my normal mermaid costume before; spent much time in tall aquariums, entertaining the visitors or just waved my glistening tail to them on a comfy pillow at the top of an artificial cliff. However this time a lot was different.
I had been given a very special tail - a fully transparent one.
Sure, it looked interesting somehow - pretty much like a second skin, providing  beautiful sheen; the skin of a mermaid perhaps. However it also meant that I would be entirely nude in front of the audience!

Back then I had been young.. well, not that I'd really be older now, but.. you know what I mean? In every case I believed the organizers when they told me that the visitors would be too far away to see that any intimate details.
Thing is, I've not been raised as modest as many western people. We native Hawaiians always resorted to skimpy, natural clothes due to the hot climate and to be ready for a swim any time.

Furthermore I also believed the organizers saying this would be a great step to finally get known and increase my chances for my own professional mermaid show.
Ooh my heart still beats faster when I think about that dream!! Finally to become a true mermaid performer and not just a kid who appears as a guest on lazy nights. Oh well..
Where have I been?
Ah yes, wanted to talk about the contract.

After a while I got used to the thought of the nude show. The 'last step' as I heard other performers calling it by now, wasn't that much of a step. I imagined it would feel natural even and I would be able to hide what needed to be hidden nevertheless.
The contract clearly stated that I was allowed to do on stage what I wanted to, as long as I would not leave it or take the 'costume' off.
However another line in the paper they gave me should have sparked my attention:
"Performance time: 48 hours."

I have had deals that contained performance time of 16 hours and that was just two 8-hour shifts throughout the days. Naturally I understood the 48 would mean about a whole week; 8 hours per day. That was a bit much for a teen but I had vacation anyways and in fact I was excited to gather some experience at being regularly on stage.
So I agreed, signed and the same week on Friday afternoon, the show was set to begin.


I arrived in time at the 'Omorashi Hall: Pressure and Pleasure' as they called themselves. This was my first time coming across this building at the edge of town. It had definitely a strange name which was a foreshadow I should have realized. Or at very least I should have googled what "Omorashi" means...
Subconsciously I probably must have noticed something because I had a strange feeling in the stomach the whole day already. For this reason even had forgotten about the bathroom break after lunch but by the moment I remembered, I had other things to care about.

The staff members very incredibly friendly. They offered me tea to drink and showed me a perfectly clean wardrobe to change.
Several other people, especially women of varying ages were hurrying around partially in strange outfits from swimsuits to leotards and thin dresses - and also several transparent ones. The most common ground was that the outfits were skintight.
Something else I noticed in the short moments I were guided to my own spot to dress, was that many of the people seemed to be moving oddly. They kept their legs together and some even squirmed on the spot. If I wouldn't have found that a ridiculous explanation, I would have guessed that they had to pee!
That brief thought reminded me that I actually could use the bathroom too, but I quickly ignored that, not wanting to cause any delay on my very first day.


Yet I wondered a bit that I had not been actually shown around the 'exhibitions' their building was all about apparently, but instead they gave me the tail and showed me a simple wheelchair that would help me move around while in costume. At least that was the same as at the waterparks.
When they left me alone, I sighed softly but then focused. "It is just another job. One week and it's over!", I told myself silently and sat onto a bench to start undressing; beginning with my sandals.

After a few seconds I started to feel watched and indeed when I looked up, I noticed that some people were peeking. They quickly looked away when the saw me noticing but this confused me just more.
Eventually I took my top off.
This already made me feel a bit strange as my fairly flat breasts were exposed to the air. I tried to enjoy the feeling of cool air along my little nips though and continued.
Just when I had pulled my undies down, I realized that someone approached. It was a young man who was clad jut in speedos but with gorgeous, traditionally Hawaiian body-painting on his chest!

Instinctively I covered my hips with the next thing I could grab - which was the transparent tail that was obstructing his sight at most. Yet he didn't stare down at me but just looked into my eyes with a smile.
"Hello there! You must be the main performer this weekend. Quite a duty, hm? Hope you are prepared!", the boy spoke with a soft voice.
Of course I immediately blushed at that but I was actually surprised whether I was actually meant to be the main attraction. "Oh hi, hi. I am Mi'ara. And.. I am told to perform in some sort of shell and with this.. fairly revealing tail. Is that the main attraction?"
When the boy nodded, my surprise just grew but I replied quickly:
"Well, then that's me. I am prepared. This is not my first mermaiding show!"
As a response, the boy chuckled. "I'm Rel'na, by the way! How long can you hold it?"
He asked again with a smile but it confused me a bit. "Huh, hold? Do you mean my breath underwater or so? Thought this show was on the dry, isn't it?"
"Oh it begins fairly dry in every case, but that's not what I meant, silly. Alright, I'll see what you can hold today later or tomorrow!"

After those words, the boy had already said goodbye and rushed. Looking after him, I saw how he tugged at his speedos for a moment. However I had no time to think more about this questions because a clock on the wall ont he other side of the wardrobe told me that I had to hurry.
Quickly I took he transparent rubber-tail from my lap and slid my feet inside.
To my growing worry, it was not hiding even so little as I had hope. When the material was stretched - and of course it was around my hips - it was practically perfectly transparent like glass.


While I was still contemplating how much of a good idea this was and while I focused on how this would help me become a famous mermaid performer, suddenly someone poked my shoulder and I jumped on the spot. The situation of feeling nude like that definitely had an effect on me. Itw as different from any traditional Hawaiian outfit after all.
I turned around though and behind me was a kind looking women who immediately began to speak. "Sorry for scaring you, miss. Mi'ara, right? It is your turn to come on stage. Are you ready?"
I took a deep breath but nodded. There was no way I would back out now. After all I had signed the contract - and if I am to be really honest, I was actually also fairly curious for what would follow. Of course I would never have been able to imagined the truth back then.

So the woman pulled me with my wheelchair through out a small door at the end of the changing room and into a narrow corridor. At its end was a door saying "Shell Stage". Already before we arrived there, I heard voice of excited people. That made it fairly clear that I would have spectators!
I gulped instinctively when I looked down at myself - just clad in this thin material and I wriggled my legs a bit, making the rubber move.
There hardly was much time to think however because the woman already reached past my head to open the door - and immediately the voices turned into a cheering.

The audience I saw consisted of people of all ages. The most common aspect they all had, were their clothes - similarly skimpy like most in the changing room.
A bit unsure I waved at the watchers as they were behind a thin barrier made of a red cord like often seen in hotels. Here it was separating them from the stage which was just like I had been told: A huge shell with a pink, soft looking pillow inside.
At this moment I should have realized that the contractors had not been that accurate about a different aspect though. The separating cord was hardly five feet away from the shell. That was a very stretchy definition of "far enough not to see anything intimate".
Instinctively I tugged my legs together and an arm covered my breasts somewhat.

Before I could say anything further, the woman already pushed me to the shell. "Should I protest?...", I thought back then - and I should definitely have protested - but the cheering of the genuinely happy people somewhow didn't let me to.
With just a bit of reluctance, I raised myself off the wheelchair, balanced on my 'tail' for a brief moment and then smoothly rolled onto the pillow. It was not my first stage similar to this after all.


The woman wished me good luck and fun an then disappeared with the wheelchair through the door behind the shall where we had come from.
So now I was alone with the people.
Still uneasily I waved and then rolled onto my belly. This way I had the best cover!
The people didn't seem to mind being denied that because they still waved back and smiled at her. Only a few walked off, apparently into one of the other rooms of the 'exhibition'.
So apparently the people here are easy to entertain, I concluded back then. I should have noticed though that the people were in fact waiting for something. Something very certain.

The minutes passed comfortably and then turned into the first hours. I was actually relaxed by then. Even dared to roll onto my side occasionally or stretch happily on the spot.
Soon the second hour was over as well and I guessed that it must already be evening.
Unlike at the waterparks I preformed before, where there were fewer people the longer the day went, here it was the opposite.
Visitors passed more frequently past me and looked with curious eyes, apparently expecting me to do something. For a long time I had no clue what it was. 
The only moments I noticed a reaction - like some people's vocie brightening with attention - was when I shifted my legs inside my costume because of random itches.
That had been quite confusing. After all, the idea of performing a mermaid was not to show that you had legs... of course that was generally hard to hide while in a transparent costume.

Apropos costume; by then I had begun to enjoy it and even made me feel pretty. It was clearly air- and water-tight and thus my legs were soon coated in a thin, glistening sheet of sweat. That made me squirm a bit but since the material was so thin, I felt less hot than in my own costume. It was just right and I already knew that I would be able to hold out in it much longer than I could in silicone costumes.
Little did I know about how long I would actually have to wear it...


Later on the evening I was was offered a nice meal and a lot to drink. To my surprise, the show kept going on during that, so I had no official break, but I decided not to complain. The shell was very comfy after all.
I ended the meal by chugging down almost half of a fairly respectable bottle of water. Apparently the sweating had made me fairly thirsty. The staff ensured that I was not missing anything though.
However it was soon after that, when the first signs of trouble began.

My bladder reminded me with a mild jolt of the fact that I had forgotten my afternoon pee break. Involuntarily my legs twitched from that, resulting in an "ooh" sound from a few watchers.
Instinctively I gave them a bit of a sour glance before I smiled softly again.

That moment I realized that I had not been shown any bathroom or something like that and the wheelchair had been taken away as well. What I remembered from my contract was the main condition not to take my costume off. I would not have done that anyways though - running around entirely nude would have been even a step worse after all.

Luckily so far, the urge was bearable. So I decided to ask the next time a staff member came or just wait until the day would finally end.
Unfortunately no staff member showed up at all anymore. Not even to close the show. So what did I have for a choice? I just held it - under the eyes of the curious people that followed my movements every time I squeezed my legs together briefly.


Eventually it was twelve o clock and the visitors were less frequently around. It was also urgently time for a girl like me to sleep because I was yawning regularly. However I had one thing planned to do before going home: Find and use a bathroom!
It felt like an eternity until a staff member finally came - actually one of the organizers, a young man - to send the last people out and audibly lock the main entrance of my stage room.
"Thank you, Mister. That was quite a long day!", I told him when he approached my shell. I had sat up but with a hand by my crotch, not to reveal too much.
"Indeed. The people like you! How did you feel?", he asked with a warm smile.
At this question I rubbed my neck a bit nervously but then sighed softly. "It.. is strange, you know? But I get used to it. The people do admire me, yes. Am just a bit unsure as to what exactly the look for..."
His reaction was just a small but almost proud nodding but then he already walked towards the only other exit of the room - the one to the wardrobe.
"Alright, see you tomorrow!", he spoke already half through the door.

Not very surprising that my eyes widened then. After all I was still in this immobilizing costume and I was not thinking of walking around all nude.
"Wait!! Will you bring me the wheelchair yet, please?", I asked loudly when the door was almost closed. The young man stopped and looked at me through the half opened door.
"Huh? Girl, remember your contract. You signed for forty-eight hours. This is a lovely bed though, isn't it? Shall I make the room warmer?"
His words confused me as I was not able to imagine what he meant. "Uhm.. forty-eight hours.. so six days eight hours each, right?"
The man immediately shook his head as a response. "Forty-eight hours are forty-eight hours. You are done afternoon in two days. Our exposition ends just then as well but for now you are our main attraction!"

I needed a few moments to understand that and I gulped. Indeed now that I thought about it, that was what the contract I signed was saying. "But, I.. uh.. I really should not.. well...", I muttered, not sure what to say.
"Hey, just go to sleep! You still have some bottles of water over here. Sleep well!"
With those words and before I could catch myself to reply again, he already disappeared and to my shock, I heard how the door was locked too.

"Noo, wait! I need to go to.. you know.. the bathroom at least!!", I finally brought out loudly but there was no reaction.
"Oh noes, what have I got myself into?...", I muttered to myself and sighed deeply.
At least I could roll around freely now, not having to worry about what I was exposing. However there was one limitation - I could not lay well onto my belly anymore because I could literally feel how my abdomen had hardened slightly due to my bladder which was pressurized.
"Tomorrow early I have to go for the bathroom, no matter what!", I concluded and bit my lip before I curled my body a bit on the pillow.

Worries were cluttering my mind but eventually I told myself that I was not able to change the situation right now anyways. The abd feeling remained but at least I managed to fall asleep soon thanks to my tiredness.


The next morning I woke rather harshly. Partially because there were voices whispering around me, coming from more than ten people who were leaning daringly far over the weak "barrier".
The main thing making me jump from sleep was a jolt between my legs though. Still with sleepy eyes, a hand rushed to my hips and I queezed my crotch through the transparent, stretchy material the best it allowed me to.

"O..Ohh! She needs to!! I knew it!", someone whispered.
My belly was still buried within the pillow but the people surely saw what I did because some of them gasped in surprise, commenting on it.
That made me realize how exposed I was again and quickly took my hand off while my cheeks turned slightly red. --oh they have to let me pee now! Immediately!--, I scream internally but manage to keep my posture on the outside and sigh softly.
"Good.. good morning, people! Fear this mermaid will be rather boring for a while yet. Sorry to disappoint!",
I say and some of the watchers wish me a good morning in return but almost none seemed to go. Not even when I just huddled against the back of the pillow and tried not to move too much.
In this position I just hoped that a staff member would appear as soon as possible.

Indeed someone appeared about half an hour later. It was a lady that brought me a breakfast. Yummy looking pancakes and a big glass of orange juice. I already licked my lips when I saw that but then gulped; hoping this would be my occasion for relief.
When the woman had placed the tablet with breakfast next to me, I quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her a bit closer. "S..sorry miss, could you please bring my my wheelchair or ask someone who can? I could really, really use.. a little place for relief!"
The woman just looked confused though but kept her smile even when she shook her head slowly. Without a word she was about to go and I thought my embarrassing description had not been clear. "I need a bathroom!!", I just exclaimed loudly to go sure she understood. The answer came promptly. On one side from the people watching who almost seemed to cheer joyfully - making me assume it was just because I was speaking up at all.
But also from the woman herself who turned around and spoke with the same smile: "Once you have done your duty, of course! Tomorrow afternoon, my dear."
After those words she was almost by main door of the room and had disappeared just a moment later.

Now I truly was perplexed. --w..what?.. but I need the bathroom NOW!-, I thought and that hint of despair from my mind went right to my bladder, causing me to squeeze my legs instinctively together inside the costume. The movement made me realize that my tail was actually slightly moist but it had been just sweat and no pee so far. I knew however that --At this rate.. I will leak! In front of all the people!!!--.
This thought almost made me dizzy.
Not really knowing what else to do I finally reached for the food and began eating. Afetr the first pancake, I reached just naturally for the glass of juice but then hesitated. I knew that every gulp of liquid would just worsen my situation. Still I could not go through the whole breakfast without anything to drink. My throat had dried out in the night after all.
So at the end, the plate as well as the glass were empty and I set it aside with an ungood but well-fed feeling.


Minutes passed and soon turned into an hour. I had decided for sure not to do anything "mermaid like" anymore until I would get a bathroom. That was saving my bladder a bit and I also hoped that would force the staff to give me thoe few minutes of break I needed so badly.
After all I was here to do interesting things for the people, right?

Unfortunately nothing happened. At least nothing except that the pressure in my abdomen worsened.
I was sure that I had never had to pee so badly as now and when I casually felt up along my abdomen, I was convinced of that. My bladder had never felt so hard. It was literally bulging from my abdomen just above the waistband of my transparent tail.
The red blush that had hardly faded off my face since I woke up, just worsened when I realized that people were watching accurately how I seemed to examine my own body.

"Guys, I know you like to watch a mermaid.. but please not if she has..personal duties like that...", I muttered loudly enough that some visitors directly at the barrier could hear me.
"But that's why we are here!", one responded promptly with a happy voice and continued right after my confused expression.
"To watch the great, young girl become a golden mermaid!"
Some other watchers just nodded agreeing. "When do you think you will begin?", someone asked.
"But.. nothing about my costume is golden.. I mean.. just transparent..", I replied and wriggled my toes a bit to make the tips of my tailfin wave.
The people looked at each other for a few seconds but then laughed, apparently not taking it serious what I was saying. "I'm sure what you have is golden!", a boy who just was walked by, said.

--The people here are odd...--, I thought and just shook my head before I rolled onto my side; not caring that I was showing off my butt.
--I.. will just do what i can to hold it! At some point the staff has to release me!--, I thought and brought a hand to my crotch ocne again.
For the next hour it remained there almost the whole time and my legs squirmed more and more inside the tail.
Soon there was nothing else I could think about than to pee!
I looked around at the bottles of water that I had drunk yesterday - something I wished now I had not - and was considering whether I could use one to pee inside --but that would be in public!!--, I thought and quickly dismissed this idea again. "I.. I have.. I have to hold it...", I tried to think but was in fact muttering that out audibly.
I was too focused by the burning urge that threatened to push through my urethra.. I dug my fingers as deep as I could into my crotch, trying to seal my little pee-hole with the rubbery material but it was too slippery on the inside already.
Insticntively I leaned forward, just on my knees, not caring now about how exposing this was. I only wanted to put less pressure onto my bladder.

Unfortunately even if my abdomen was to squished in this position, gravity was working full force on this balloon of golden liquid I had, --..golden liquid.. Golden!! What he said!..--
The moment this realization overwhelmed me, it was already too late. I could feel the droplets seeping from my bladder through my urethra. From that point I knew that I would not be able to stop it anymore.
Apparently that was also readable from my expression because someone suddenly screamed: "IT BEGINS!" and another "SHE IS GOING TO PEE!"
My mind did not allow me to think off my surroundings anymore for the second though. I needed relief now. No matter what!
Only in the very back of my mind I noticed that it was almost Saturday midday and that meant that I had held it for approximately twenty-four hours!


Gosh, that has really been an intense feeling.. I am still shuddering today when I think about that. Still, to a degree it was enjoyable.. well.. a few moments.. Oh well.
In every case so I sat upright just in the center of the pillow with empty water bottles around me and clad in nothing but a transparent rubber tail.
My hips trembled and so did my fingers that were the only bastion between my bladder at the small space within my tail.
the droplets pushed unstoppable through my urethra until they reached my pee-hole and then more and more followed.
"A..AAaaahh!"
I am not sure why I didn't try keeping my hands in place anymore but I just lifted them off when the flood set in.
The by far strongest stream of pee I had ever seen, let alone produced, shot from my crotch and splashed directly between my legs and to my knees. I felt the warm feeling and heard a hissing sound as well as splashing when pee sprayed just onto a puddle of urine.

Warmth spread further while I faintly heard amazed "Ooooh!"-sounds. I certainly drowned their sounds with my own gasps and moans of relief like the pee drowned my feet.
I still kept shuddering while more and more flowed from me and before I could really grasp it, it had already filled the whole space around my feet and shins. Air bubbled past my waist from the otherwise tight material and soon there was a whole level of pee raising past my knees and even to my haunches.

Then I suddenly looked up and realized how many people had gathered around me. They were pushing against the barrier; each attempting to get the best view. It must be at least hundred people in this small room and they all watched me pee just into a thin, transparent costume!
I could only assume how much pee I had but it was probably far over a liter assuming by how far it reached.
Guess I don't need to say that by that point, my cheeks were as red as they could be and I was sobbing with tears. The embarrassment was too much and the relief only added to it.


It had seemed like an eternity until my abdomen finally softened step by step and I felt the first signs of emptyness in such a long time.
Eventually the stream slowed down and subsided.
After that moment I felt a weakness overwhelming me. my body had clearly been at its limit with fighting the urge for so long and I dropped onto my back - sprawled as much as the costume allowed; that means with legs still tightly together.
The liquid literally formed a fave inside my suit, splashing up against my abdomen before it settled just above my folds. Trying to ignore all the watching people, I contemplated how my next 30 hours would look like. I would have to sit around in this pee filled material.. and surely add even more it...
Those thoughts were scaring, disgusting and exciting me at the same time, to be honest...
In every case I learned a lesson in the end.


Therefore an life advice: Remember to read everything you sign!
Or you might end up basking for days in your own liquid like me... as a Golden Mermaid!