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

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Among them was the goalie Jacqueline, who was beginning to struggle to hold it in and yet still refused to sink so low as to pee outside or in a bottle with her fellow teammates.

How I held it I still don't know as several times I thought I was going to wet myself in the car but somehow managed to hold it; but by the time I reached home I was in agony. Right then, her pee stream shot out with tremendous force as it hissed and splattered onto the grass below. Amber almost leaked into her panties, but managed to hold back, the urge to pee insane, the pain constant. I can wait until everyone else goes first and then I'll go myself, I'm sure you have to pee just as badly as the rest of us do, if not more with how busy you've been.I hoped that I had not drunk too much coffee and fruit juice at breakfast, and that there would be frequent stops, on the first morning at least, until I could dehydrate myself enough to survive longer trips. At least now I had some target to aim at, though I was almost in tears with the thought of having to wait that long. There was no indication of how far the next toilets were, so I just had to squirm about on my heel to get into the most comfortable position to hold out a bit longer. Amber was getting nervous, her tummy visibly stuck out, the waistband of her slacks biting into her skin, her urethra tense, her desire to void so strong she feared she would have an accident any minute. Cool," Emersyn agreed, slinging her bag over her shoulder with a wince I wouldn't have noticed if I wasn't looking for it.

I was single at the time and hadn't seen much action for a while and was feeling the frustration a little. She leaned back in relief and exhaustion without even pulling her skirt down over her big bush, all the while breathing very deeply, her face still flushed from the effort and pain and frantic action. I was counting off the kilometres, telling myself that I just had to hold it a few minutes longer and then, at last, we were slowing down and pulling off the motorway. We're a bit understaffed today but I'll be happy to bring you fries," she said with a smile, wishing she could add "and you're probably going to make me pee my pants by your stupid requests," as she hurried back to the kitchen, plate in hand.

Once I had moved, I changed from sitting on my foot to crossing my legs tightly and pressing my hand hard against my crutch. And we managed it, making it through the next three hours, though I was in pain by the end, and when Emersyn stood up, I could see a bulge in her lower abdomen, and not a tiny one.

Emersyn stood up and turned around to face me, her bladder still swollen, but nowhere near as badly. The three walked outside as Rebecca, a Latin-American girl with long black hair turned to her friend. I wouldn't say I love him, but he is cute and kind, and when he said he would take me to Vegas, I couldn't refuse. I had virtually reached the limit of controlling myself by discretely sitting on my heel, so, as the only thing that mattered was waiting, I slipped my hand between my legs and used my heel to help me press my fingers hard against my crutch for a minute or so, until the urgent need to pee was reduced to a more bearable level.Her fellow defender, Sania, a Pakistani-American whose hair was hidden by her hijab couldn’t help but notice her desperation and offered to help her. So they kept it to themselves while still whispering to each other and discreetly putting their hands into their crotches as they felt all the water that they had been drinking throughout the day; now they were really starting to wish that they had taken a bathroom break before they had gotten on the bus instead of waiting until they got back. The pitch of the sound roaring from the tiny thermos rose in pitch as the level of the liquid rose in the cylindrical container and was muffled by the foam created by the intense stream.