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

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Amanda/Ashley (Agent Eagle) and her frieds seem to enjoy getting wet at every opportunity, destroying phones and accessories without a care. After a while I can hold it no longer and I feel the first spurt come out. I struggle to control it, but I know that it won't be long before this will be impossible. who discover they actually enjoy swimming in their clothes. From then onwards they miss no opportunity to get wet, Lord Sopping: A collection of stories from Lord Sopping. These came from "Gary Kay's Wetting Album".

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. As I was coming closer sliding my hands near her pussy, she said that my hands wouldn't be enough for that part and told me to kneel down. After that she went over my face and I knew what to do, since I just saw it in videos I wasn't sure if I was doing it right but she seemed to like it alot, as much as I did. WetCausal: Brian has moved into a new neighbourhood, where he is welcomed by Cynthia, who helps him move in. 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.The stories are single episode encounters feature a variety of people. Google has flagged these as containing I went through a public wetting phase in my teens. Always had a pee fetish for as long as I can remember but at 13 I started skipping bathroom breaks at school for fun and it sort of turned into a secret game -- The Don't Pee Your Pants Game. tend to find themselves in wet situations, where they discover they enjoy the experience of wet clothes. 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).

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. 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? 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-"Sol swallowed, closing his eyes. His bladder sent urgent waves up his body, his poor abdomen containing what felt like an ocean. "I'm sorry," he said in a tired voice, eyes still closed, fingernails digging into the palms of his hands. "I just...my stomach hurts, okay?" His voice broke a little - mostly because he was so scared about wetting himself. He knew Damien would dump him if that happened. Nobody wanted a baby for a boyfriend.

As a teenager I always used to spend about ten days each year with Cousin Clare and her parents. Clare wasn’t actually my cousin, but her mother and my mother were at school together, and it was a convenient way to refer to her. Clare was an only child.

Everyone is different, but I think that if you are in a relationship with someone and you have an illness or injury, that isn’t going to change things. I was straightforward with my girlfriend and we moved on together. We are still intimate. We still sleep together. We just keep my nighttime attire exclusive of our love life. “ YOUR ATTITUDE CAN MAKE A HUGE DIFFERENCE! For some odd reason, I've been peeing my pants a lot lately. It started last week at work. I had to go really bad. On my way to the toilet, I started peeing in my pants. Brian doesn't hang around and one week later he's enticing her, still wearing her blue dress, into his swimming pool. 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!

The best thing to do is accept that you have the condition and take steps to manage it. Look into products like mattress protectors, bed pads or even diapers. I’m 29 and know how frustrating it is. But I’ve accepted that diapers are my best option for me. Trust me, taking off a wet diaper in the morning is WAY better than having to change and launder sheets and clothes.” DON’T BE SCARED TO OPEN UP ABOUT YOUR CONDITION WITH YOUR LOVED ONES. A story from the perspective of "Victoria", who discovers a cache of wetlook photos on her boyfriend's computer. His most embarrassing pee story for a while was actually the first time he was super desperate in front of me, funnily enough. The whole time, he thought I must have been getting very turned off and grossed out by hearing him whine about needing to pee so badly. The fact that he was so convinced of that at the time is something we both think is hilarious now. 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?

Damien, please." Sol couldn't argue with him about this. He didn't have the energy or concentration to debate. His whole body was shaking in agony, his bladder feeling swollen and rounded with pee. After a moment of agonizing silence, Damien finally said, "Fine. Home. But if the Advil I give you doesn't work, I'm taking you the hospital." After I got there I was put on an exam table while the woman talked to the on duty Dr. Finally the Dr., a woman, came to me and said there was probably nothing wrong but she wanted to keep me overnight. Attendants brought a wheelchair with a plastic bag covering the seat. I was taken to a room. They took off my wet pants and undies., wiped me dry, put me in bed and put a diaper on me. They told me to call if I needed anything, and I should not try to get out of bed. I developed continence problems as the result of an unexpected side effect of surgery when I was 14 years old. I’m 74 now. So I’ve been dealing with these issues for 60 years. I’ve never been reliably dry at night since then. I was in diapers 24/7 for a couple of years after the surgery, but I managed to develop enough daytime control to go without a diaper except at night by the time I went to university. However, my incontinence increased again when I was in my forties; and I’ve been in diapers 24/7 since then. Incontinence is just a part of my life, and diapers are the kind of underpants that I wear. I do not “suffer”! I just manage my incontinence as a nuisance that isn’t much worse than needing to wear glasses or going bald and not nearly as bad as my arthritis.”