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

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Everything he had worked for went down the train. 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. Sol bent forward, eyes filling with tears. Why were they stopping? There was no rest stop here. Why had they stopped? Why wasn't the car moving, dammit? I love you," Damien said, peppering Sol's tear-streaked face with kisses. "I love you, please. Please don't say you're gross." While she's off to fetch her swimsuit he slips into the pool. She arrives, still wearing her blue dress,

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-"Not even a half minute into the shower the door opened. I thaught it was my sister who woke up not knowing that I was showering so I shouted “ I'm showering here". But the door kept slowly opening. Suddenly an attractive woman in only her T Shirt stood in the bathroom.

After I got there I was put on an exam table while the woman talked to the on duty Dr. Finally the Dr., a woman, came to me and said there was probably nothing wrong but she wanted to keep me overnight. Attendants brought a wheelchair with a plastic bag covering the seat. I was taken to a room. They took off my wet pants and undies., wiped me dry, put me in bed and put a diaper on me. They told me to call if I needed anything, and I should not try to get out of bed. I still didn't know what to say or do, I just tried to hide my growing boner and my face turned red. But what would you expect when your crush stands completly naked infront of you. She said that I should just go on and started to talk with me as this was normal. I don't know anymore exactly what we talked about but it envolved in us saying that we would help each other washing. 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. I initially went to what I now see as comical lengths to avoid dealing with my continence issues. I first tried the male guards, which are not designed for nighttime incontinence. When those proved futile I tried buying Goodnites (not designed for a grown man and very ill-fitting), figuring if the store clerk saw me buying bedwetting products designed for juveniles, she would assume that they were for a younger sibling. In retrospect, the clerk at a pharmacy or a grocery store is indifferent to what you buy. I think that is a big thing people initially get hung up on, and they needn’t. I typically buy continence supplies online these days, but no one cares what you are buying as long as you have the cash to pay for it. What is important is buying an incontinence product that works for you and you will use. At night I wear a fitted brief, which is an adult diaper. Initially it was very upsetting, but it gets better with time. Wearing a diaper keeps me dry, my bed dry, my girlfriend dry, and I get a good night’s sleep. It took me a while to get over the hump of accepting that this was what I had to wear to bed, but eventually I got over it. Now it is just a thing I do at night, no different than brushing my teeth and flossing.”Not allowed," Damien sang. He patted Sol's shoulder. "It's okay. We can heavily make out afterwards." I'm thrilled," Sol said. He shifted his bum on Damien's lap, trying to find a comfortable position. He'd always had a small bladder, and because he always went to the bathroom about a million times a day, his bladder muscles couldn't endure holding for that long. He could feel the pulsing in his lower abdomen, and the faint ache starting to form. I have to get to the bathroom...just in case... The good news is there are ways to manage it. We asked people who live with adult bedwetting to share their best tips and stories with us. And now, we’re sharing them with you. If you’re longing to wake up dry in the morning, keep reading! DON’T BE AFRAID TO TALK TO YOUR DOCTOR! I went to sleep and woke up and had to pee desperately. I called for help. A woman nurse came and told me to go in my diaper an she would change me; it was easier to change a diaper than to try to help me to the restroom. She changed me.