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

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Frisk is hurting, and Toriel can tell. She wishes she knew what was happening to them. She wishes she knew what to do. 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? Sol would be okay. He had some issues that needed to be worked out, but Damien would help him through it. 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?" 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.

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. Brian doesn't hang around and one week later he's enticing her, still wearing her blue dress, into his swimming pool. Clare said again, “Come on Tom! Don’t worry, I won’t tell mummy, but I might if you don’t let me have a look!” 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. 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."

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After too many sleepless nights, Frisk finally has an idea. It's not one they particularly like, but at this point, anything's better than all this sneaking around. And it's probably more efficient than washing their jammies and sheets every day. Language: English Words: 24,582 Chapters: 12/? Collections: 1 Comments: 15 Kudos: 18 Bookmarks: 4 Hits: 864 On that day I was outside with a few friends on our bikes. As I was coming home when it was already dark, I think it was about 10pm, I saw that the two girls came too amd just parked in the driveway. We entered the house together and my sister immediatly fell asleep in the living room after their partying or whatever they did. 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."

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. who discover they actually enjoy swimming in their clothes. From then onwards they miss no opportunity to get wet,

The Stories

Her stream died down and without talking she washed her legs amd left I couldn't tell if she was embaressed or thaught that her job was done. Anyways I still could smell pee as it got into my nose and all over my face before and I hoped that it wouldn't go away that 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? Jane: A collection of articles by "Jane", describing her past wetlook experiences and how they help form her Not even a half minute into the shower the door opened. I thaught it was my sister who woke up not knowing that I was showering so I shouted “ I'm showering here". But the door kept slowly opening. Suddenly an attractive woman in only her T Shirt stood in the bathroom.

Yesterday, I peed my pants twice. One of those times was deliberate. I just didn't want to get up. So, I sat in the kitchen watching a movie on my tablet while pee puddled under my chair. I sat there peeing in little spurts for the duration of two movies. It reminded me of that time in 10th grade when I wet my pants during detention. I think the teacher detaining me was more embarrassed for me than I was. I just couldn't hold it any longer. 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... Everything is wrong, but it's not medical. Or maybe it was medical. Maybe there was something wrong with him. Other people never had these kinds of problems at seventeen, did they? Sol moaned loudly, body wrenching forward, hands jammed in his crotch. His boxers were wet and damp, encouraging the rest of his bladder to pour over them. Sol winced and squeezed and wriggled. He couldn't give in. He couldn't- 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. The drive was painful for Damien. His whole body had clenched up, and nausea had crept up to his throat. He had never seen his boyfriend that way before. He'd never seen Sol lose himself like that, and he'd never seen Sol call himself those awful names. Was wetting himself really that big of a deal? Damien didn't think it was. He really didn't. Yeah, it was a bit unusual, but he knew he would never judge Sol because of a mere wetting.Barba has a slight *accident* after a particularly busy morning... Language: English Words: 999 Chapters: 1/1 Kudos: 6 Hits: 77 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! 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.