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

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As her house came into sight, she started running as fast as she could (which, in her condition, wasn’t very fast) with both of her hands inside her underwear. Urine sloshed around inside her belly as she did so. Her bladder begged her to stop, but she was in the homestretch. She got to her house, sprinted up, and tried the door... She only had three dollars, only just enough to buy one thing. The ride over had made her parched. No one in their right mind would buy a drink when they’re bursting to pee, but Chloe believed she could hold it forever. He hated himself at that moment. For being gay, for having a small bladder, for being so stupid as to let it get this bad. Sol's head whipped up; relief swarmed his body in a furious rush of exhilaration. They were in his driveway - in the driveway that led to his quaint little house that had a quaint little bathroom. And then - all at once - horror settled deep in his stomach, along with his full bladder. Sol had planned to act composed when Damien came around to open his door, but all his composure left the window when he saw the lights on in his house.

Nothing! Nowhere was there the slightest sign of a public loo, the loos she had been praying to get to for the last hour and which had become the centre of her existence for the last fifteen minutes. The day after Thanksgiving has generally been messy for me, and as a result, I preferred to stay at home. When I was a kid, my grandmother used to love to drag me shopping at the mall for Christmas gifts on the day after, and it was perhaps the worst possible time, because every hour or so, I'd be rushing to find a public toilet and spend 15 minutes pooping, usually with a crowd of people waiting for me to make the stall I was using available. Amy was not sure of the way to the public loos. Two years ago, on her first and only shopping trip, she had been in the same situation, getting off the coach with an agonisingly full bladder, and could only remember the misery of walking for what had seemed like miles along underground passages, looking for the Ladies. Now she had to find the place again, and not only for her own comfort, but for Joan, who appeared to be desperate; Amy had never seen a grown woman so desperate. Some days i did not give her a chance to go all day long, Renate was good in holding, she could endure that. As you were telling the story the reader never knows if she will make it with her panties dry. I kind of thought she would leak this time as she was so desperate for so long and there were a few delays getting to your hotel. Then with the toilet right there in you room, the innkeeper wanted to chat. That must have been pure torture. It is amazing she didn’t do more than leak a little as you made love.I can't wait for the wonderful Thanksgiving poop stories to flow in. I want to hear from all of the ladies and your stories at the store or maybe even right after the big dinner. Please share your urgency and if you hurried to wipe only to discover skid marks. Maybe you had an accident and unloaded in your panties.

Dami-ien-" Sol was still shaking, but he felt a long leak stream into his pants. "I'm so - I'm so sorry - but I need to..." he curled deeply, whimpering as he forced his bladder to hold everything in. Author’s note: Since this story is taking place in England, it is written in UK English, and the term ‘Subway’ in the UK refers to an underground passage, usually to aid pedestrians to cross busy roads. In London, where the story is taking place, it is common for public toilets to be located in such passages; hence Joan’s misplaced optimism that she was close to the relief she so desperately needed.

She reached down and squeezed herself when she heard her say "is somebody in here?" from down the hall. "Is somebody else home, Chloe?" she called. Against her greatest efforts to stay composed and hide her need, Chloe found herself unable to stop squirming. It felt like if she didn't squeeze herself every couple of seconds, it was just going to come out. Turning a deep shade of red, she stuttered "I have to go really bad. I don't know what to do." We carry on, the hotel is about 30 minutes away at this time, and i speed up a little to save her discomfort. 20 minutes later we enter Betws y Coed following the sat nav and turn right and head out of the village towards the hotel which is now 7 miles away. we travel for about 4 miles when we come to a road closure sign and a diversion, and this is the problem with Wales, small roads, big mountains, and a diversion is exactly that, a bloody big delay. We follow the signs and sat nav recalculates, "23 miles to your destination, 38 minutes driving time"! By now Jane has been sitting on her heel for about 30 mins and its almost 4-30pm, 9 hours without a toilet. "Why was i so stupid to have that big drink of water" she said, shifting on her heel to get a better position, "Bad now?" i asked, "Bursting" was her reply "want me to find a toilet?" i asked "No i want you to get us to the hotel and make love to me, but we will need a couple of towels to soak up the mess if you dont hurry" she said. Amy was looking round, trying to get her bearings; she had been on a similar shopping trip the year before and like today, she had been dying for a pee when she arrived. It had not been easy to find a loo, but she had eventually, and now she was trying to remember where it was. She had been watching Joan’s desperate struggles on the coach and she guessed how badly she must want to pee. Amy wanted to pee, but nothing like as badly as it seemed Joan did. Sol!" Damien laughingly threw himself at his lean boyfriend, wrapping his arms around Sol's torso. "Hey, baby, how you doing?"

After a night out in town celebrating a friends birthday I had obviously had too many drinks and got caught short in agony while waiting for a cab, in the cold. I ended up running down an alley to squat (yes, I'm female and this is when we wish we were like men!) when I suddenly heard this screaming sound from out of the darkness. There were 3 other girls all going in various darkened corners - ALL from my university. ALL thinking I did not come out with them becuse I told them I 'had to study'. It ended the friendship :mad:

I’m sorry sir, but we’ve had a water main break, and the bathrooms won’t be open for another half hour at the earliest,” Amber replied, dying inside as she totally knew what the poor cheerleader was going through. Hey everyone! Thanks for your responses to my public pooping question. It's interesting (and sad) that there is such a stigma among so many people about a simple act that each and every one of us do….