Desperate for a Story: Pee Desperation Stories

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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."

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. Later, Chloe was holding in a fart for a couple of reasons. She knew that if she released any muscle at all in her currently clenched nether regions then she'd probably start pissing. She was uncomfortably aware of that.

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When drinking a full cup of coffee became part of Chloe’s morning routine, the effects were pretty noticeable. She was of course much more energetic, which was a trait of hers that didn’t need intensifying. She was far more alert during school; there was no more falling asleep during lectures. She also found herself full of urine much more often than she wanted to be. Her bladder was rather small, and the coffee-loving girl was literally in a state of needing to pee more often than she wasn’t. A little while later, when Chloe's need had increased noticably and she was now having to consciously keep herself still, she noticed Emily displaying some weakness as well. It was only some shifting here and there, nothing definite, but it caught her attention nonetheless. Sol!" Damien laughingly threw himself at his lean boyfriend, wrapping his arms around Sol's torso. "Hey, baby, how you doing?" She was trying her best to keep still as the cashier rang up her quart size gatorade, but she wasn’t doing a very good job of it. She politely thanked the cashier with her legs twisted up like a pretzel and rushed outside to get her penny board, but it wasn’t where she left it. Her heart sank. Someone must have stolen it. This must be the worst day of her life. She got it for nine dollars at a yard sale, but it still made her angry. On top of that, the poor girl still had to pee so bad. She started the long walk home with one hand between permanently her legs.

Chloe felt like crying. She marched around, pulling her waistband away from her belly and squeezing herself. Her parents still weren't home. She remembered how desperate Emily had been half an hour ago and started wondering how she was doing. 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.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. Chloe hadn’t even noticed she was clutching herself between the legs. She forced her hands by her side and shrugged, even though she knew exactly why. When she finally reached the stairs leading down to the subway, Joan had convinced herself that the ladies she needed so badly was close. If she could only get down the stairs she would find the entrance to the public loo she wanted more than she had ever wanted in her life before. 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-

Shannon could tell by the look on Tilly's face that she knew something was wrong, but she didn't really seem to care, much to Shannon's fortune. She had a hard time telling people when she needed to pee.

My partner wasn't upset at least, he was just worried because I must have been really unwell if it had caused me to have a genuine accident like that. Damien would help Sol realize what a wonderful person he was, and he would help Sol get over the crushing words from his father. 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. So, for the first time in my entire life, I actually peed the bed quite a bit. I was able to hurry and get a lot of it into the toilet after I woke up, but the sheets were still thoroughly drenched. I was extremely embarrassed, I had never even wet the bed as a little kid, but then I just suddenly did it as an adult while sleeping beside my partner. I could barely believe it had even happened.