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

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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. 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. My partner wasn't upset at least, he was just worried because I must have been really unwell if it had caused me to have a genuine accident like that. Sol whirled around, and made an "oomph" noise as the tingles from the ground rushed to his full bladder; the quivering organ full and round with piss. He knew it pretty pathetic to feel full after one glass of coke, but the coke had been extra large, and Sol wasn't used to holding it. He always took precaution to go every hour, so his bladder muscles had weakened considerably over the years. To top it off, he'd never had the largest bladder to begin with.

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! who discover they actually enjoy swimming in their clothes. From then onwards they miss no opportunity to get wet, 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 Toriel is getting suspicious, and Frisk can tell. They wish that whatever's happening to them would hurry up and stop before they can't hide it anymore. They wish they knew what to do. I started intentionally holding and having accidents in random places and loved getting caught in wet pants. My favorite place to play my secret hold it games was at school and I did it often. I know, peeing schoolgirl is so cliche, but there was something so very exciting about trying to not pee myself at my desk. I secretly loved teachers who were strict with bathroom breaks and occasionally went to class bursting knowing I'd be denied permission to use the girls room.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." So, for the first time in my entire life, I actually peed the bed quite a bit. I was able to hurry and get a lot of it into the toilet after I woke up, but the sheets were still thoroughly drenched. I was extremely embarrassed, I had never even wet the bed as a little kid, but then I just suddenly did it as an adult while sleeping beside my partner. I could barely believe it had even happened. That was already a few years ago. At that point I was 16 and my sister's friend Angelica was 19. It always felt like she was trying to come near me, but I haven't seen her for 2 years before this incident. I fantazised about incidents like this since I was 12 or 13.

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... To try to find out if they would really work, I used to wear them while I did my home work and see if I could wet myself. It was quite an open topic where mom would remind me to put them on and ask me if I had managed it. Weird hey. A TCW Age-Regression fic featuring Dogma! Language: English Words: 6,909 Chapters: 3/? Collections: 1 Comments: 5 Kudos: 13 Bookmarks: 3 Hits: 129 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.Sol bent forward, eyes filling with tears. Why were they stopping? There was no rest stop here. Why had they stopped? Why wasn't the car moving, dammit?

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?" Finally, the elevator came and we both went in. There was nobody else. I pressed the 10 button and the girl pressed the 12 button with a faint and somewhat nervous smile. The elevator started, smooth as usual. But suddenly, between the 5th and the 6th floor, there was a shaking and the elevator suddenly stopped in between the floors. There was still electric light inside the elevator, so it cannot have been a complete power failure, but there was obviously some problem. Yeah, yeah, sure." Damien's face was crumpled with worry. "You sure you're alright though? It's not an ulcer or anything, right? Want pain meds? I have Advil. I always bring Advil-" After all, wetting yourself while fully conscious and awake, even at fourteen, was pretty abnormal. Sol gasped softly as his bladder replied with an urgent yes, a spurt of pee spilling from his bladder and into the fabric of his boxers. The pee was warm and moist, and incredibly nice to let out, but it sent Sol into a deep pit of fear. Both his hands squeezed harder, and he shifted his bum on the seat, bending forward deeply. Don't wet yourself, he pleaded to his bladder. You're going to lose everything if you do. Sol writhed in his seat, pale and moaning with desperation.tags and fandom added as updated) Language: English Words: 52,264 Chapters: 27/30 Comments: 15 Kudos: 98 Bookmarks: 5 Hits: 5,115 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. But you sound like you're dying," Damien proclaimed. "I don't want you to go home if it's something serious." Brian doesn't hang around and one week later he's enticing her, still wearing her blue dress, into his swimming pool.

Often I'm in a busy place when this happens. Suddenly I can't hold it any more and a torrent pours out, soaking my legs and shoes. Several people see what has happened and sometimes someone will ask if I'm alright. I look suitably distressed and on the verge of tears, but secretly I'm more likely on the verge of an org-asm. I appologise for what has happened and make my way home in my soaking skirt, or sometimes in warm weather I will let it dry and perhaps do it again later that day. So then on whenever I had an exam I would wear them. I tried wearing them every day but usually after a day the skin where the leg elastic was would get quite raw and sore. So I just wore them when I had an exam. 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. Jane: A collection of articles by "Jane", describing her past wetlook experiences and how they help form her Long time ago I was in college, and had and still have nightime wetting issues. I always lived in fear about anybody outside of my family discovering my condition. I lived at home my freshman year as I knew there was no way I’d live in a dorm. My second year I decided I would take a major chance and step. I had developed a great group of friends and all of them lived in dorms or apartments and really leaned on me to do it. I wasn’t sure how I’d handle it but I needed to face it. I’ve lived in cloth diapers with plastic pants my whole life and thought if I was careful how I handled it I could make it work. I got paired with a guy that was ok but hard to connect with. I was probably in the first month at one of my friends dorm room we were smokin and drinking beer. I fell asleep on a guys bed and totally soaked my pants and bed. They woke me up and of course were having a good laugh, but said I didn’t need to worry about it. I didn’t know what the next day would bring but got together for lunch with my friends and they started calling me puddles, it a very disarming nd light hearted way. When others heard them refer to me as puddles they would ask and my friends would answer very matter of fact saying because he wets his bed! They treated it very maturely and as others found out they reacted pretty much the same.This exciting adventure was repeated every bedtime. Aunt Frances had a large washing machine and I don’t think she examined my pants before putting them in the wash, which was just as well! All went well for a few days. Then the sky darkened and the rain poured down! Uncle Mike was at his office, of course. Aunt Frances was visiting some friends for the day, and Clare said she would be at the farm attending to her pony until lunchtime. I couldn’t go fishing in that weather, so I said I would stay at home and read the set book from school, which I’d been told to read in the holidays. (It was The War of the Worlds!) Amanda/Ashley (Agent Eagle) and her frieds seem to enjoy getting wet at every opportunity, destroying phones and accessories without a care.