The Four Desperate Cheerleaders: A desperate wetting story

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totally soaked in the rain. By the time she gets home she's so cold she steps straignt into a warm shower. After initially feeling Damien was horrified at the way Sol begged to him; the frantic pleading in his eyes, the horrible fear on his face. Damien didn't care if Sol soaked his pants - he just wanted his boyfriend to be happy. But he knew, right now, that if Sol wet himself, it was going to be a long road to getting Sol to smile ever again. He wasn't sure why, but he knew his boyfriend, and he knew that Sol needed to get to a bathroom fast.

For a long time, I thought it was normal and that most people had occasional bedwetting problems. It only happened about four times a year, so as a young teen, I didn’t really think about it. I tried to ignore it and continued with the ‘bury my head in the sand’ approach until a girlfriend brought it to my attention. By then, it was getting more and more frequent. Seeking treatment I love you," Damien said, peppering Sol's tear-streaked face with kisses. "I love you, please. Please don't say you're gross." Sol just nodded, still frozen with fear. He removed his hand once more, but was forced to rub his legs together desperately as he was pulled along by Damien. As they left the room, his bladder once more squeezed, as if asking, We're leaving without using a bathroom? Sol just told it to shut up, moaned softly, and let himself be dragged outside of the pizza place. The sky had darkened across the city, stripping the light blue to a mix of oranges and pinks.

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Just out of curiousity, did you ever succeed in delaying heading off to the bathroom or increasing their need? I distincly remember considering trying something a couple times as a kid. Because I was enjoying watching their desperation I didn't want whoever I was with to stop what they were doing and go to the bathroom. I guess I was hoping maybe they'd eventually wet their pants (something I also did both intentionally and not from time to time). No," Sol whimpered; his whole body was curled against the seat, and he moved to sit so his heel pressed against his crotch, trying to shove all of his pee into his bloated bladder.

Being desperate while playing 'princess' with my friend, wearing her Snow White dress. I had a weak bladder but was doing well at holding, occasionally holding tight to myself or wobbling around but that was just par for the course with me. It wasn't until I slid down the slide that I wet. My bladder was bursting at the time I was at the end of the slide. My friend slid into me causing me to flood her dress. The memory of my friend's dress, sopping wet and clinging coldly to my legs, I won't forget. I remember just sitting there, staring in relieved horror as I peed, the hiss of pee so loud and causing the sandy ground between my legs to get a puddle. My friend was really nice and didn't care. 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!” 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-" 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..."

Not everybody ‘outgrows’ bedwetting

Last night I had the pee pee dream where I dreamed I was in the bathroom on the toilet, only to wake up to a wet bed again this morning.

Language: English Words: 117,635 Chapters: 34/? Comments: 181 Kudos: 307 Bookmarks: 40 Hits: 23,568 I can't," Sol moaned. Another long stream of piss squeezed out from his tightly clenched hands, and to Sol's horror, the wetness was starting to show on his jeans. "Please, no," he begged. "Please, Damien, make it stop. I can't - I can't -" But you sound like you're in so much pain," Damien babbled, feeling helpless up front. "I can hear your crying, and, please, baby, maybe there's something wrong."If or when I did have an accident, I was never punished for it. Mum would maybe lightly scold me at worst, but wouldn't make a big deal about it. Until the last accident at 12 anyway. She made a big deal of that and even told dad, and he told me off as well. Up until then, she would just help me to get changed and get on with it. I went through a public wetting phase in my teens. Always had a pee fetish for as long as I can remember but at 13 I started skipping bathroom breaks at school for fun and it sort of turned into a secret game -- The Don't Pee Your Pants Game. When I was a kid, there was a time in my life when I had to spend sometimes days or weeks in a row at my maternal grandmother's. She lived in a very small town (aptly named a village, maybe three hundred people lived here) about fifteen miles from my hometown, so it was small and there weren't a lot of people there my age.