What are you--" Chloe started to ask before her sister hopped up onto the sink, pulling her pants right below her butt. The sound of hissing and pattering filled the room. Emily sighed. "Come on," she said. Then the worst moment of the day, if not of her life: the Ladies’ was not there, only a long passage way leading to… The retreating figure of Amy, hurrying along, hands clenched at her sides as she struggled to control her own bursting bladder. She turned to see where Joan was, and then mouthed “Hurry up! It’s urgent! I want to go!”

When I got to the top of my road, I threw a strop about how I'd ruined my shoes and threw them over a wall. If Renates bladder was full from all day and i did give her a large coke to drink, it did not even take one hour until she was nearly crazy from needing to wee so bad, until she wanted to squat between the cars, until her panty was wet. Mmm, god, that tasted good. I know it's just pizza, but pizza is just so good. No matter how many times you eat it, it'll always taste like heaven." Damian curled his arms tighter around Sol. "And the dessert! I have never tasted something that good in my life. Seriously. Never." Sol opened his mouth, but all he could choke out was a ragged sob. He was so scared; his whole body was not only trembling with desperation, but immense fear. He knew what would happen if he wet himself. Damien would walk away from him. He would look at him with disgust, call him a baby, and dump him for someone more mature and responsible. He would tell everyone at school how he'd pissed himself. The whole school would start bullying him again, and it would get around to his father and-

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It was hard to get used to for the first month or so. She had many ‘close calls,’ going from kind of needing a toilet to absolutely dying for a piss before she knew it. At that point, she would almost always be in the car, the middle of class, or anywhere else without immediate access to a lavatory. She held it for so long and so often that she sort of got used to the feeling. It was because of this, she believed, that her bladder had stretched to a much greater size than it once was. Damien must have heard the whimper. "Is it that bad?" He asked from the front, voice filled with concern.

I don't even know what to look for," Emily said, audibly distressed and clearly unable to keep still. "And mom and dad's toilet still isn't even replaced yet. It's still just a hole in the ground. I'm no joke thinking about using it." Everything crumpled around him; he broke into a tearful mess, hands squeezing, pale and shaking with desperation. Sol had got into the habit of telling Damien everything. The only thing he hadn't mentioned was...well, the incident. Sol didn't think he could tell anyone that after the reaction he gotten from his father and classmates. What if Damien felt the same way? It was very possible. 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." At last the coach was stopping– pulling up at the side of the road, not a proper coach stop, but just a bit of pavement near Oxford Street. Frantic, not able to think of anything except finding a loo, Joan looked desperately around for the sign she so wanted to see: “Ladies,” or “Public Lavatories.”Shannon was first to finish. She didn't really have to go much, so she was on the toilet for about 10 seconds. She pulled up her clothes and flushed. She reached down and squeezed herself when she heard her say "is somebody in here?" from down the hall. "Is somebody else home, Chloe?" she called. Cos I was so pissed I wasnt too steady on my feet and ended up toppling about and weeing on my shoes. Unfortunately, they were suede. For some reason (probably the fact I'd been in a place with a free bar for 8 hours) I found this very, very upsetting and ended up walking home, barefoot, crying my eyes out. All he knew was that he stupid, and gross, and disgusting, and that he didn't have a father anymore.