There was a second basin next to the one her sister was using. Still, Chloe hesitated, writhing desperately around while her sister got relief. It was torture. When she started to leak, she was suddenly given the choice between wetting her pants in front of Emily or peeing next to her. Shannon let out another spurt. It began making a tiny puddle on the floor. She then leaned further in, and began to pee a whole stream. A huge relief wept across Shannon's body. The urine wasn't all crashing down at once into a massive puddle, however, some of it went on her shoes and shopping bags, but she didn't care. 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. In "Tales of Desperate Wettings: Book 2," three more women struggle to hold their pee in different circumstances. All three are different, but all end the same: in a very wet accident! Not forever! Chloe`s panty get`s wet " the glistering urine streams down her nude legs" She is full to explode, she can`t stand the pain anymore.

But you sound like you're dying," Damien proclaimed. "I don't want you to go home if it's something serious." Yes, I am actually feeling embarrassed. I have peed my pants intentionally before- but have never not been in control. As weird as it may sound, I have always wanted to have an accident. But I always assumed it would be from sneezing too many times in a row or laughing too hard, like enough to make it show on my pants, but I never imagined emptying my bladder in my pants. So, now to get to the story:Once last year, Chloe had been so desperate that she’d soaked her shorts and resorted to peeing in the yard, effectively shattering her belief that she could hold it forever, but now she wondered if it was actually her limit or if she just let go because she couldn’t take it anymore. She was rapidly approaching that point, too. The vast amount of liquid inside her pulsed painfully, begging her for relief. She did her best to keep from constantly grimacing from the churning agony in her belly. 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-" 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... On the ride home from this football game. The bathrooms were nasty so I just waited it out. I was literally crying on the car ride home."

She felt so humiliated and stupid. Why couldn’t she do anything right? Her friends had better things to do, her favorite bathing suit was ruined, and her elbow hurt so bad she didn’t want to move it. She also needed to pee so bad she couldn’t stand it. The coke had made its way to her already full bladder, but she was too embarrassed to be seen in the bathroom, even after her sister left. She flumped down on the bed and started to cry. 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. You were supposed to be careful, Sol grinded his hands into his crotch harder; almost painfully harshly, as if he was punishing himself. How could you be so stupid and let this happen?

Number three-While having a sleepover at Abby's her and her girlfriends play a game of truth or dare and both Abby and Chloe get dared to drink a lot and hold their pee for a certain amount of time.