Desperate for a Story: Pee Desperation Stories

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Chloe had been trembling from trying to stay still in front of her sister. She immediately put both hands between her legs and ran to her own room, feeling like she was about to explode. First, to put this into perspective- I have genuinely never accidentally peed my pants to the point of soaking my underwear and pants. Not even as a child. I never had accidents growing up. I do have some minor leaks once and a while when I sneeze or when i cough really hard and have had some almost leaks while laughing hard- but never enough to even leave a marking on my pants. Usually just damp underwear… Until today, that is 😬 I did make it to the bathroom, but my bladder was empty. I was in disbelief. I had an array of emotions that ranged from feeling accomplished to feeling ashamed and embarrassed that at 28 years old, I had peed my pants uncontrollably. I almost feel like my bladder weakened in that moment, at least temporarily. Like I feel like if I were to sneeze or something right now, I would have a bigger leak of pee than I normally would. But I also know that could be in my head because of what happened.

Now, Sol's father had never been the nicest man, and although he was never quite abusive or outright mean, he was very big on being a man and not showing weakness. Always stern and rarely showing love or affection, his father had been quite unnerved by Sol's accident. Instead of offering support, he had told Sol he was acting like a girl and that that was the definition of weak. Sol could still remember the words his father had said to him before he'd went to bed that night. "My son would never do something as weak as this. You may live in this house, and I may support you with money and shelter, but you are, and never will again be considered my son." Chloe hadn’t even noticed she was clutching herself between the legs. She forced her hands by her side and shrugged, even though she knew exactly why.

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The bus got to the stop outside her neighborhood. Abby’s house was pretty close to it, so Chloe didn’t have to pretend to be alright for too long, but forcing herself to stand up straight and walk at the same pace Abby was torture. As soon as she left, Chloe’s hands went between her legs and squeezed tightly. The poor girl was literally in pain, dying for a piss the entire way home. A small spurt escaped just as she came upon her house. Anyway, we caught one to away a mile away from home and then walked the rest of the way. As you can imagine, I was desperate to go by the time I got off the bus and ran down an alley for a wee. The meeting ended and i sat there for a second asking myself, “how do I stand up without peeing myself?” I decided to just go for it. I stood up, and I did not leak anything! I was relieved, I thought I could make it to my bathroom to pee in my pants a little bit and then finish the rest up on the toilet. my home office is on a second story, so I started to make my way down the stairs, and I was trying to make it fast so I could make it to the bathroom. Since I was in a rush, the momentum I was using to go down the stairs was more than I normally do. Within my first step trying to run, I felt he floodgates open up. Her bladder was aching so hard, she was finding it difficult to hold on. She wanted to just let it all go. But she couldn't. Not in a public place. She would have to wait, no matter how much it hurt.

Chloe was full to burst but she was still drinking, that reminds me on Renate, a girl from my youth. Once i wrote a story about her on fiction and fanfiction, "i made a girl hold it all day long" Thank you," Tilly gasped, and with that, she sprinted up the stairs, Shannon struggling to follow behind. The second reason was that she wouldn't give her sister another reason to make fun of her. A belly full of gas was only worsening her bathroom situation. She was sweating from the effort of holding in so much piss. Oh, P.S...Alex is pee-shy…hm hm hm ;) ;) ;) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5leYn4958ec Language: English Words: 1,686 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 1 Kudos: 17 Hits: 2,069

His father didn't know about Damien. He didn't even know Sol was gay (lest he kill Sol for being such an abomination). And now? He knew his father was going to stand there and interrogate him, and Sol wasn't sure he could hold in his pee to that point. He wasn't even sure he could survive the whole situation. Helpless and lost, his eyes blurred as his crying got louder, both his hands squeezing to hold in his painfully full bladder. I don't even know what to look for," Emily said, audibly distressed and clearly unable to keep still. "And mom and dad's toilet still isn't even replaced yet. It's still just a hole in the ground. I'm no joke thinking about using it." A collection of drabbles from Tumblr requests. 98% omo, but a few chapters are not. Tags to be added as it updates. Will start a new work (part 2) when I reach chapter 100. Series She only had three dollars, only just enough to buy one thing. The ride over had made her parched. No one in their right mind would buy a drink when they’re bursting to pee, but Chloe believed she could hold it forever.

Are you okay?" Damien had an iron grip on the steering wheel. "It sounds like you're in too much pain. Babe, I'm taking you to the ER, okay?" A cute little Finchel story for the Glee fans (kinda) based on Glee: Season 3 Episode 13 and one-line from Glee: Season 1 Episode 10. Sol had got into the habit of telling Damien everything. The only thing he hadn't mentioned was...well, the incident. Sol didn't think he could tell anyone that after the reaction he gotten from his father and classmates. What if Damien felt the same way? It was very possible. And then Sol's father. Damien couldn't think about it anymore; his own eyes were burning with tears that he refused to let fall. He hated Sol's father at that moment. In "Tales of Desperate Wettings: Book 2," three more women struggle to hold their pee in different circumstances. All three are different, but all end the same: in a very wet accident!

Similar situation - my three female friends and I were caught short after the pubs closed, so found a nice dark alleyway... It was becoming clear that she would lose control any second now. Another spurt shot out of Shannon's urethra. Shannon squealed. She had begun to sweat. Her crotch mixed with sweat and urine. One of you,” Natasha spat grumpily as she stalked her way to the bustling early morning chatter of the common room, “doesn’t know how to aim. If I end up sitting in a puddle of grown men’s piss again, you’re all sleeping with your eyes open. Capische?” My friend is known to have a smaller bladder. She often requests stops on other trips much to the annoyance of whom ever is driving. Catching on that this is annoying she has since stopped requesting stops and just holds it until the next stop (normally gas or food so every couple of hours). Which normally results in her rushing to the restroom whenever we stop. 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.

Damien must have sensed his pain, even if he thought it was from the stomachache, and leaned forward to tenderly kiss him on the cheek. "Sorry, babe. I know you're in pain. Let's take you home." Damien waved to the woman to pay for the bill, before wrapping his arms around Sol and pulling him close. He helped him up, and the moment Sol stood upright, his bladder contracted in agony. Damian stopped. Then grinned. "Except you." He leaned down and kissed him. "You're even better than Pizza hut desert." Everything he had worked for went down the train. All of the precaution he had taken the last few years to never wet himself again had gone to waste - and now he was standing in his own piss, his father in front of him, his life about to spiral downwards once more. She put her laptop on the ground and sat on her knees in front of it with a pillow between her legs. She often did this when she had to pee really bad but didn't feel like leaving her room. She was frantically grinding against the pillow or bouncing madly on it, holding herself freely. She shook her butt as she typed in her passcode with trembling hands.It's only 4:30." Although if Emily's limit was at 5:00, she realized after saying it, then she would be pretty desperate by this point. When they arrived to Damien's apartment, Damien lifted the boy bridal style and carried him to his empty bed. Getting a pair of his old sweatpants, he carefully peeled down Sol's jeans and boxers. He knew Sol would be embarrassed about it later, but he didn't want the jeans to chafe Sol's legs, so he carefully replaced Sol's pants and boxers with his own pair. They were a bit loose around Sol's waist, but Damien could careless. Chloe felt like crying. She marched around, pulling her waistband away from her belly and squeezing herself. Her parents still weren't home. She remembered how desperate Emily had been half an hour ago and started wondering how she was doing. Niall frowned. “I need you for the rest of this mission. It’s not like I don’t have to go too.” Language: English Words: 31,264 Chapters: 10/10 Comments: 31 Kudos: 336 Bookmarks: 16 Hits: 58,832