[Author's note - this story is about desperation and wetting fetishes. If that's not your thing, this would be a very good place to stop...]
"Where is she?" Kate wondered aloud, looking at her watch again. She and Liz were outside a wine bar in the centre of town, waiting for their friend Sam. It was the night of the Bursting Club Pub Crawl, and it wouldn't do to start late.
The Bursting Club had begun when Kate and Liz had gone to the same school, and become friends. Growing up. Kate had a notoriously weak bladder and was forever asking to be excused from class to visit the toilet. Fed up with her constant interruptions, to teach her a lesson once the teacher had forbidden her to leave during one class, and she had had to hold on until the break, by which time she was almost frantic and barely managed to get to the bathroom before she peed. However, she had found the experience an intensely erotic one, the possibility of public humiliation in front of the entire class simply adding to the thrill from her own desperation, and from that point onwards she had regularly begun denying herself the toilet in order to feel that feeling of fear and desperation.
She had confessed all to her best friend Liz one day, who had been intrigued and keen to try it out. After a couple of informal attempts at holding it in during lessons, the two of them had formed the 'Bursting Club'. According to the rules that they had set themselves, they had to deliberately drink at least a pint of liquid before the start of a block of lessons and then try to hold it in until lunchtime or home time. Needless to say, there had been one or two 'accidents' down the years, and some quietly whispered comments about the two 'dirty girls', but that was all part of the excitement for Kate and Liz.
Now they were older, and had managed to rope a third co-conspirator into the club. Sam was older than the two young women, 30-something to their 20-something, and had met Liz when the two of them had shared accommodation in London a couple of years ago. By then Kate was a confirmed wetting fetishist, and, since she was forever in search of people to share her fetish with, she liked to drop hints to people she knew well. She'd talk about her experiences with abstinence at school, or about laughing so much on one occasion that she had literally 'pissed herself' in a crowded street. Sam had made the appropriate kind of responses to these gambits, and had soon been draw into the activities of the 'Bursting Club'.
Indeed, it was actually Sam who had come up with the idea of the Bursting Club Pub Crawl. It had started after a Christmas pub crawl at Sam's office, when Kate had been invited along. After a couple of pints both girls had found their bladders beginning to burst, and Sam had commented to Kate: "Imagine trying to last all the way through something like this!"
Kate had looked thoughtful for a while, before exclaiming: "Oh God, Sam - we just HAVE to try that!"
And so, ever since then, the Bursting Club Pub Crawl had become a regular event for the three women -- initially annually, around Christmas time, when there were lots of gangs of drunks littering the streets, and their antics had blended in. However, as time had gone by, the outings had started to become more frequent, and more risque. Though none of the girls would admit it, the mixture of fear, humiliation and downright naughtiness was simply addictive.
All Bursting Club Pub Crawls held to the same basic formula, however; they always started off in the city centre, and then slowly headed towards Sam's flat, where the three of them would generally end up spending the night, by way of various drinking establishments en route. The full 'official' crawl was 12 pubs, and the rules which they had all laid down before the first Crawl stated that the girls each had to drink at least half a pint of liquid in each one, and that drink had to contain alcohol. Usually they stuck to beer or lager, although cocktails and long drinks of various types were allowed, provided they came to more than half a pint. But it was a tall order in terms of timing; even if they began just after work, in order to get around all 12 pubs, and including the time taken to walk between them, it meant that they only had an average of less than 20 minutes in each venue, so there was absolutely no time for hanging around. And the second rule of the game was that they weren't allowed to remove any clothes in order to pee, or to use a 'proper' toilet at any point during the evening, thus treating each other to the ultimate in desperation games! The girl who was able to hold it in for the longest -- or more realistically, to pee herself the fewest number of times throughout the evening, won the game. This was almost always Liz.
Generally, for the first few pubs they were all fine, but as the evening wore on, so the girls would get drunker and drunker, and of course both more and more desperate for a pee and less concerned about propriety. Finally, of course, nature would take its inevitable course. And that point was where the forfeits began -- the third rule of the game. For every time one of them peed herself, the others would force them to perform a forfeit of some kind. The first girl to lose it during the evening also became known as "Pissy Pants Girl", and wasn't allowed to change her clothes at all during the night -- usually the girls would bring several changes of underwear, just to try and keep a lid on things. The frisson of being made to walk around all night in a progressively dirtier pair of knickers meant that the first to lose it always generated the greatest tension and excitement.
Finally, the rule on clothing was that you had to dress smartly and sexily, and that your legs always had to be covered, in order to make 'losing it' more of an issue. However, the girls had rapidly discovered from painful experience that trousers or jeans were simply not very practical, as it meant going into pubs with massive wet stains down your legs, which attracted far too much attention, and often got them thrown out. So generally they wore loose skirts or dresses, and stockings rather than tights -- the skirts avoided the worst of the piss, and pairs of soaked stockings tended not to show the wet so badly, could be changed more easily without having to undress, and -- aside from the stocking tops - often dried off in a few minutes if they were left on.
