The Four Desperate Cheerleaders: A desperate wetting story

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The fact is that some people wet the bed while others don’t. Some people grow out of it, and others don’t. I just happen to be one of the ones that didn’t. It goes without saying that I’ve tried everything I can to stop wetting the bed.

Another story I've told before, was the time we pretended to be robbers breaking into her house. Her folks were out, and she was playing at my place, so we went across to her empty house and started pretending that we were going to break in, but the cops had arrived and we had to hide. We couldn't move or they'd find us, and we ended up wetting our shorts due to fear in front of each other. This had come about after we watched a movie that had a fear wetting scene in it.

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I started intentionally holding and having accidents in random places and loved getting caught in wet pants. My favorite place to play my secret hold it games was at school and I did it often. I know, peeing schoolgirl is so cliche, but there was something so very exciting about trying to not pee myself at my desk. I secretly loved teachers who were strict with bathroom breaks and occasionally went to class bursting knowing I'd be denied permission to use the girls room. For some odd reason, I've been peeing my pants a lot lately. It started last week at work. I had to go really bad. On my way to the toilet, I started peeing in my pants.

To try to find out if they would really work, I used to wear them while I did my home work and see if I could wet myself. It was quite an open topic where mom would remind me to put them on and ask me if I had managed it. Weird hey. R: Scott and Ari (Arielle) are on their fifth date before Scott nervously introduces Ari to his wetlook fantasies… Sometimes I will go to the park and sit on a bench with my legs open and pee as hard as I can, making it fly as far as possible. Sometimes others see this as they have an unrestricted view up my skirt to my naked pus-sy.

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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- The first story is a collection of short scenes around a midsummer water festival. The second (Maria, Wetlook Queen) starts of as if inspired by

WetCausal: Brian has moved into a new neighbourhood, where he is welcomed by Cynthia, who helps him move in. 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.Get out." Sol's father's voice was cold. "And take your faggot boyfriend with you." The words were cruelly said - the meaning of the words even crueler. Sol tried to apologize, but all he could hear was a loud ringing in his head, a loud chorus of voices saying, You're so stupid. You're so stupid. You're so stupid. His whole body was vibrating, trembling from head to toe, and he was heaving as he cried. 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. 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.

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..." After all, wetting yourself while fully conscious and awake, even at fourteen, was pretty abnormal. A funny, well-written tale about a diverse friend group of guys that wet themselves for one reason or another. Series A story from the perspective of "Victoria", who discovers a cache of wetlook photos on her boyfriend's computer.Often I'm in a busy place when this happens. Suddenly I can't hold it any more and a torrent pours out, soaking my legs and shoes. Several people see what has happened and sometimes someone will ask if I'm alright. I look suitably distressed and on the verge of tears, but secretly I'm more likely on the verge of an org-asm. I appologise for what has happened and make my way home in my soaking skirt, or sometimes in warm weather I will let it dry and perhaps do it again later that day.