Tales of Desperate Wettings: Book 2: Three short desperation wetting stories

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It hurt so bad. It hurt from her screaming bladder all the way down to her dribbling urethra. If she moved, she'd pee. All she needed to do was regain control. Deep breaths... Deep breaths... Sol would be okay. He had some issues that needed to be worked out, but Damien would help him through it. It was hard to get used to for the first month or so. She had many ‘close calls,’ going from kind of needing a toilet to absolutely dying for a piss before she knew it. At that point, she would almost always be in the car, the middle of class, or anywhere else without immediate access to a lavatory. She held it for so long and so often that she sort of got used to the feeling. It was because of this, she believed, that her bladder had stretched to a much greater size than it once was. Mmm, god, that tasted good. I know it's just pizza, but pizza is just so good. No matter how many times you eat it, it'll always taste like heaven." Damian curled his arms tighter around Sol. "And the dessert! I have never tasted something that good in my life. Seriously. Never."

Chloe sat on her foot to ease some urinary pressure. She made the mental note to not talk with her sister about peeing again. When she finally reached the stairs leading down to the subway, Joan had convinced herself that the ladies she needed so badly was close. If she could only get down the stairs she would find the entrance to the public loo she wanted more than she had ever wanted in her life before.

Chloe do not take her morning pee, her bladder is full she would need to pee, but she don`t go- great! Yes?” she warbled, her voice distorted as she fought off a violent surge that almost caused her to uncontrollably release her hot urine into her clothes. But you sound like you're in so much pain," Damien babbled, feeling helpless up front. "I can hear your crying, and, please, baby, maybe there's something wrong."

You are totally right! But then again hind sight is 20-20. A part of the story I didn't tell is that leaving the park I got a flat tire, and well... places in that part of the country aren't open on Sundays. So I was driving on the spare tire until I could find a place that was open. Not having an extra tire any more really had me worried. Sol shook his head in exasperation, and Damien hooked his hand into Sol's. The two of them had been dating for almost a year now, and Sol didn't know what he would do without Damien. He himself had always had a sort of negative, boring outlook on life, but Damien was like energy and sunshine and flowers all wrapped in a happy little bundle. He loved Damian for that. For bringing some light into his life. Sol just nodded, still frozen with fear. He removed his hand once more, but was forced to rub his legs together desperately as he was pulled along by Damien. As they left the room, his bladder once more squeezed, as if asking, We're leaving without using a bathroom? Sol just told it to shut up, moaned softly, and let himself be dragged outside of the pizza place. The sky had darkened across the city, stripping the light blue to a mix of oranges and pinks. She felt so humiliated and stupid. Why couldn’t she do anything right? Her friends had better things to do, her favorite bathing suit was ruined, and her elbow hurt so bad she didn’t want to move it. She also needed to pee so bad she couldn’t stand it. The coke had made its way to her already full bladder, but she was too embarrassed to be seen in the bathroom, even after her sister left. She flumped down on the bed and started to cry. Last year when we were arriving a woman in her mid thirties was walking out of the women's room. My wife went and I proceeded to enter our respective rooms. I put the flashlight in the hole to view the pit because my wife really needed to go. Imagine my surprise when I saw a fresh pair of panties still steaming from the heat. Must be the girl that we saw leaving didn't make it.Number four-Chloe goes to the school dance but once again nerves get the better of her(this time because of her not being much of a dancer) and she drinks a crapload of fluids and she tries to get through the dance without peeing herself, she's about to lose it when thinking fast she deliberately falls into the punch bowl(faking like she tripped) resulting in her getting wet but covering up her own accident successfully. The guy she was interested in helps her clean up and figures out what Chloe was doing(since he once did the same thing himself) and asks her to dance. The hotel was great, the holiday brilliant, we had fun, made love like teenagers and we made love again one evening after having a few drinks when she needed to pee (not desperate, just a little full, which is how she really likes to make love as she says it gives her a bigger orgasm. When she is desperate she is scared to have a huge orgasm as she knows she will lose control) Damien, for a moment, thought Sol was going to wet himself. But then he followed Sol's eyes and there stood Sol's father, dressed in a suit, standing on the driveway with an expression of absolute disgust.