Desperate for a Story: Pee Desperation Stories

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A scene from the same miserable morning in the life of the avocados, told from Foggy’s, Karen’s and Matt’s points of view respectively. Language: English Words: 3,712 Chapters: 3/3 Comments: 20 Kudos: 168 Bookmarks: 18 Hits: 4,183 Everything crumpled around him; he broke into a tearful mess, hands squeezing, pale and shaking with desperation. 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 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. The reply was curt; almost hurt. But Sol couldn't care about whether Damien was hurt or not. All he could care about was his bladder; his full and bursting bladder. He leaned forward, biting his lip harshly as his other hand joined him in his lap, squeezing rhythmically. His abdomen sloshed and pulsed with desire; but Sol just strapped on his seat belt, squirming feverishly, and told it to calm down.

Bathroom," Sol begged. He was squirming feverishly, and was aware of the constant dampness in his boxers. "Please? I have to go so bad...I..." 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? Yuuri is desperate in a taxi shortly after Victor comes to be his coach. Yayyyy. I had this sitting for a while and finally decided to write it. Language: English Words: 1,692 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 9 Kudos: 128 Bookmarks: 7 Hits: 5,307Not allowed," Damien sang. He patted Sol's shoulder. "It's okay. We can heavily make out afterwards." Babe," Damien said. "I'm really sorry about this, but...I think we just hit traffic. I know you don't feel well, um, but...there's a spare bag in the trunk if you feel like queasy and-" 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. Because the man doesn't have a clue what he's getting himself into. Language: English Words: 3,453 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 4 Kudos: 455 Bookmarks: 23 Hits: 22,274

What happened after their videos. Language: English Words: 2,087 Chapters: 2/2 Comments: 4 Kudos: 73 Bookmarks: 5 Hits: 7,933 J-fred is in the middle of recording. Which goes along well, until he realizes he's waited much too long to use the bathroom. Mmm, god, that tasted good. I know it's just pizza, but pizza is just so good. No matter how many times you eat it, it'll always taste like heaven." Damian curled his arms tighter around Sol. "And the dessert! I have never tasted something that good in my life. Seriously. Never." Tim had a date at a cafe near his home, which he shared with his brother Tom and Tom's girlfriend. Tim had to teach an online class afterwards, and the coffee starts to work its way down. SeriesSol 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. Traffic freed. All at once, Damien was driving smoothly down the highway. "We're out of traffic," Damien breathed in relief. "Okay, hang on. I'm taking you to the hospital." 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.