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

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I was completly stunned and couldn't bring out a word. Angelica answered “I know that's why I'm here. She took off her shirt and entered the shower through the sliding glass door. Okay, now I need some more explaining. Now, it's time for real animes now that you've grasped what anime wetting is. I wanted to do a Fruit Basket one, but it would be similar to Michelle's, so I decided to bag it. Maybe part 2... Anyway, the next ones are all Sailor Moon. Enjoy! His eyes anxiously darted to the window, where trees blurred past him. The ride to his house was about ten minutes from the pizza place - ten minutes. That wasn't that long. He could it hold it for ten minutes. His bladder thought otherwise, sending a desperate wave of agony through Sol's body. Sol whimpered, and hunched forward, both hands squeezing harshly through the fabric of his jeans. His hands were clammy and sweaty, and he clawed desperately at his crotch, trying to stop a flood from happening. What's your most embarrassing pee story? I'll start with mine. It's not technically mine, but it was still embarrassing for me. Angelica and I decided that while I was showering the sweat off she would change into her Pyjamas and choose a film to watch like we planned to do with my sister (I should mention that our parents weren't home this week and she stayed over).

Sol opened his mouth, but all he could choke out was a ragged sob. He was so scared; his whole body was not only trembling with desperation, but immense fear. He knew what would happen if he wet himself. Damien would walk away from him. He would look at him with disgust, call him a baby, and dump him for someone more mature and responsible. He would tell everyone at school how he'd pissed himself. The whole school would start bullying him again, and it would get around to his father and- Damien was horrified at the way Sol begged to him; the frantic pleading in his eyes, the horrible fear on his face. Damien didn't care if Sol soaked his pants - he just wanted his boyfriend to be happy. But he knew, right now, that if Sol wet himself, it was going to be a long road to getting Sol to smile ever again. He wasn't sure why, but he knew his boyfriend, and he knew that Sol needed to get to a bathroom fast. Not even a half minute into the shower the door opened. I thaught it was my sister who woke up not knowing that I was showering so I shouted “ I'm showering here". But the door kept slowly opening. Suddenly an attractive woman in only her T Shirt stood in the bathroom. 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.But you sound like you're dying," Damien proclaimed. "I don't want you to go home if it's something serious." 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." A story from the perspective of "Victoria", who discovers a cache of wetlook photos on her boyfriend's computer. Oh...god.." Sol's bladder contracted hard, and a long leak streamed past. Sol squeezed himself hard. "Please, please, hold it..." he whispered to himself. As a fourteen-year old, it was quite literally the end of the world if he pissed himself in front of all of his classmates. Pressing his legs a little closer together, Sol jerked forward, a sudden spasm overtaking his tired bladder. A splash of pee hit the inside of his legs, warmly sliding down his skin. Tears brimmed Sol's eyes, dying to fall, much like the pee inside of his stomach.

I'm thrilled," Sol said. He shifted his bum on Damien's lap, trying to find a comfortable position. He'd always had a small bladder, and because he always went to the bathroom about a million times a day, his bladder muscles couldn't endure holding for that long. He could feel the pulsing in his lower abdomen, and the faint ache starting to form. I have to get to the bathroom...just in case...You were supposed to be careful, Sol grinded his hands into his crotch harder; almost painfully harshly, as if he was punishing himself. How could you be so stupid and let this happen? Sol's head whipped up; relief swarmed his body in a furious rush of exhilaration. They were in his driveway - in the driveway that led to his quaint little house that had a quaint little bathroom. And then - all at once - horror settled deep in his stomach, along with his full bladder. Sol had planned to act composed when Damien came around to open his door, but all his composure left the window when he saw the lights on in his house. Omovember 2023! According to list on tumblr @/omowritingprompts, doing half the days. Kink content - read at own discretion. Language: English Words: 25,347 Chapters: 14/15 Comments: 8 Kudos: 31 Bookmarks: 3 Hits: 2,714 I can't guarantee it'll be good but I'll try my best! I've never posted anything like this before so I don't really know what I'm doing but I hope it's decent. I'll try my best to keep up but I know I'll fall behind at some point. Please bear with me, I don't have anything pre-written for this. I'm using a randomizer to choose which character I write about unless I have an idea that works better. Tags will be added as chapters are added. I hope you enjoy!