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

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Between my primo position at the front of the class and my gray leggings, there was no hiding what had happened. I’ve just been informed that we’ve suffered a huge radiator leak and we won’t be going anywhere soon. As the team bus continued to sputter and slow down (due to the bus engine overheating), some of the girls in the back started to notice that the bus was slowing down but didn't wanna ruin the mood that they had going at the moment. Use INNOVO for 30 minutes a day, five days a week, for 12 weeks as a proven way to treat bladder weakness. She was shaking uncontrollably, her body on the verge of explosion, her urethra tortured, her pubic area swollen with distress, her hot pee screaming inside of her, DYING to escape.

This, of course, became a sort of fashion competition among the girls, all trying to show off the most expensive and tightest jeans. Dave had drawn the short straw over who should drink with the result that he had been restricted to soft drinks, something he had been most unhappy about. Her bladder screaming inside of her, she walked quickly by the hallway leading to the bathrooms, almost stopping, but thought she could get a quick break after she took care of pain in the ass coach. Sonya was still incredibly nervous, but it was better than her having wet clothes that was for sure.

Sonya was still very unsure about this but she felt another pang and thought she felt her panties start to dampen and her defenses starting to crumble and she teared up looking up at her coach. Another one of the girls, a defender, said as she stood up, going to the back where the emergency door was located and pushed it open. Next to her was Geetu, a stunningly beautiful dark complexion India–born woman with raven black hair and flashing dark eyes.

I tried to walk normally, but I had only just got off the coach when I felt my bladder starting to give way and regardless of who could see, I had to hold between my legs with both hands again. Eventually the pressure reduced to normal level, but I seemed to be going for ages, again showing how badly I had needed to go.

It was already a couple of minutes, but she couldn’t help but stare at her own little folds to see just how much was coming out at once and the foamy puddle representing her effort; needless to say, she was almost proud of herself.

I thought I had pretty much pee-proofed my life—afterall, I’ve been dealing with incontinence for years. She momentarily lost control, and for the briefest part of a second, a little of her pee slipped out of her pee hole, a small spurt. The woman had a smile on her face as she put her fingers between her legs, feeling her pee explode into her leggings, the familiar warmth flooding her seat and her butt.

We walked out into the hallway, me bent a bit forward, and then to the lunch room, sitting down at a tiny table in the corner, we had it to ourselves. She was concerned that I should want to go so badly already, as she didn' t think that the coach was due to stop until lunch, in two hours time. She obviously didn't understand what it was like to have a small bladder like mine, as I had been really desperate for ages and had reached the frantic stage. So they kept it to themselves while still whispering to each other and discreetly putting their hands into their crotches as they felt all the water that they had been drinking throughout the day; now they were really starting to wish that they had taken a bathroom break before they had gotten on the bus instead of waiting until they got back.