Desperate for a Story: Pee Desperation Stories

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Pressing his legs a little closer together, Sol jerked forward, a sudden spasm overtaking his tired bladder. 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. His hands were clammy and sweaty, and he clawed desperately at his crotch, trying to stop a flood from happening.

I need to speak to you about…” she eyed Peter again, insistently this time, but Stark didn’t quite catch her gaze. But not too much, she did not want the pee to soak through her jeans and show on the outside, so with great and visible effort, she soon held her stream back again. 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. Standing up made him aware that his bladder was more full than he thought, and there was a cramped fullness in his lower stomach that brought back memories he had shunned away.

What also struck me was that she seemed to be in a great hurry and appeared a bit uneasy while having to wait for the elevator to come. Damien waved to the woman to pay for the bill, before wrapping his arms around Sol and pulling him close. He knew he was being rude to Damien without any necessity, but his bladder was cramping and pulsing, his heart was pounding with fear, and the lie was making him sweat anxiously. All Time Low receives some time off after touring with Simple Plan on their 2016 Canadian leg off the tour.

You were supposed to be careful, Sol grinded his hands into his crotch harder; almost painfully harshly, as if he was punishing himself. Sol arched his back as his bladder pounded, both hands crumpled against his crotch, shaking and trembling and writhing with need. All he knew was that he stupid, and gross, and disgusting, and that he didn't have a father anymore. He himself had always had a sort of negative, boring outlook on life, but Damien was like energy and sunshine and flowers all wrapped in a happy little bundle. It wasn't just his father - as a fourteen-year old, wetting himself was exactly what his classmates needed to make him an official target.Damien was horrified at the way Sol begged to him; the frantic pleading in his eyes, the horrible fear on his face. Eventually, she gave it all up, and there was a full flood of pee down the legs of her jeans, and forming a puddle around her feet on the elevator floor. I tried to calm her down, saying that it was probably only a short stop, and that the elevator soon would start again. Both of his hands were permanently glued to the crotch of his jeans; his legs moved rapidly, fanning in and out, and his hips rocked from side to side in an awkward attempt to hold everything in.