The drive was painful for Damien. His whole body had clenched up, and nausea had crept up to his throat. He had never seen his boyfriend that way before. He'd never seen Sol lose himself like that, and he'd never seen Sol call himself those awful names. Was wetting himself really that big of a deal? Damien didn't think it was. He really didn't. Yeah, it was a bit unusual, but he knew he would never judge Sol because of a mere wetting. Those words still never truly left his brain. It wasn't just his father - as a fourteen-year old, wetting himself was exactly what his classmates needed to make him an official target. Sol was bullied endlessly for wetting himself, both physically and verbally. It was something that would never get away from him, even as he distanced himself from the event. Oh...god.." Sol's bladder contracted hard, and a long leak streamed past. Sol squeezed himself hard. "Please, please, hold it..." he whispered to himself. As a fourteen-year old, it was quite literally the end of the world if he pissed himself in front of all of his classmates. Pressing his legs a little closer together, Sol jerked forward, a sudden spasm overtaking his tired bladder. A splash of pee hit the inside of his legs, warmly sliding down his skin. Tears brimmed Sol's eyes, dying to fall, much like the pee inside of his stomach. 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?

Sol swallowed, closing his eyes. His bladder sent urgent waves up his body, his poor abdomen containing what felt like an ocean. "I'm sorry," he said in a tired voice, eyes still closed, fingernails digging into the palms of his hands. "I just...my stomach hurts, okay?" His voice broke a little - mostly because he was so scared about wetting himself. He knew Damien would dump him if that happened. Nobody wanted a baby for a boyfriend.In which, Louis Tomlinson gets into a wee spot of bother. Much to his enjoyment, Zayn is pulled along for the ride too. Language: English Words: 4,764 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 4 Kudos: 153 Bookmarks: 13 Hits: 22,600 When they arrived to Damien's apartment, Damien lifted the boy bridal style and carried him to his empty bed. Getting a pair of his old sweatpants, he carefully peeled down Sol's jeans and boxers. He knew Sol would be embarrassed about it later, but he didn't want the jeans to chafe Sol's legs, so he carefully replaced Sol's pants and boxers with his own pair. They were a bit loose around Sol's waist, but Damien could careless.

Unfortunately. Language: English Words: 3,509 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 9 Kudos: 111 Bookmarks: 13 Hits: 2,946 Sol!" Damien laughingly threw himself at his lean boyfriend, wrapping his arms around Sol's torso. "Hey, baby, how you doing?" Sol's head whipped up; relief swarmed his body in a furious rush of exhilaration. They were in his driveway - in the driveway that led to his quaint little house that had a quaint little bathroom. And then - all at once - horror settled deep in his stomach, along with his full bladder. Sol had planned to act composed when Damien came around to open his door, but all his composure left the window when he saw the lights on in his house. Damien." Sol smiled warmly. "Shut up, okay? I'm fine. It just hurts a bit because of all that pizza." Now, Sol's father had never been the nicest man, and although he was never quite abusive or outright mean, he was very big on being a man and not showing weakness. Always stern and rarely showing love or affection, his father had been quite unnerved by Sol's accident. Instead of offering support, he had told Sol he was acting like a girl and that that was the definition of weak. Sol could still remember the words his father had said to him before he'd went to bed that night. "My son would never do something as weak as this. You may live in this house, and I may support you with money and shelter, but you are, and never will again be considered my son."

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Niall frowned. “I need you for the rest of this mission. It’s not like I don’t have to go too.” Language: English Words: 31,264 Chapters: 10/10 Comments: 31 Kudos: 332 Bookmarks: 16 Hits: 58,498 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. And he knows the perfect way to do it. Language: English Words: 3,061 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 7 Kudos: 184 Bookmarks: 12 Hits: 16,048 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.

Sol whirled around, and made an "oomph" noise as the tingles from the ground rushed to his full bladder; the quivering organ full and round with piss. He knew it pretty pathetic to feel full after one glass of coke, but the coke had been extra large, and Sol wasn't used to holding it. He always took precaution to go every hour, so his bladder muscles had weakened considerably over the years. To top it off, he'd never had the largest bladder to begin with. Louis loved to tease Harry. Language: English Words: 2,241 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 4 Kudos: 176 Bookmarks: 11 Hits: 15,956 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? Oh, yeah, and they're thieves trying to perform a robbery. So it's kind of a problem.] Language: English Words: 24,580 Chapters: 7/500 Comments: 27 Kudos: 572 Bookmarks: 29 Hits: 85,587 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.Damien pulled apart immediately. Concern colored his face. "You okay?" he asked. "Did I like...hurt you somehow?" No!" Sol gasped out. "No, please, don't." He couldn't go to the ER. He didn't want to prolong relief longer than he had to.

Finally, the elevator came and we both went in. There was nobody else. I pressed the 10 button and the girl pressed the 12 button with a faint and somewhat nervous smile. The elevator started, smooth as usual. But suddenly, between the 5th and the 6th floor, there was a shaking and the elevator suddenly stopped in between the floors. There was still electric light inside the elevator, so it cannot have been a complete power failure, but there was obviously some problem. One of you,” Natasha spat grumpily as she stalked her way to the bustling early morning chatter of the common room, “doesn’t know how to aim. If I end up sitting in a puddle of grown men’s piss again, you’re all sleeping with your eyes open. Capische?” A cute little Finchel story for the Glee fans (kinda) based on Glee: Season 3 Episode 13 and one-line from Glee: Season 1 Episode 10. This is a story about You and Nagito (now decided there's going to be a choice for Hajime at the End!) I can't," Sol moaned. Another long stream of piss squeezed out from his tightly clenched hands, and to Sol's horror, the wetness was starting to show on his jeans. "Please, no," he begged. "Please, Damien, make it stop. I can't - I can't -"

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Whenever high school gets boring, Earl is there to spice things up. He spreads rumors. He reveals cheating scandals online. He works his magic behind-the-scenes, bringing drama into the mediocrity that is high school life. 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- 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- year old Addyson Jane Samuelson makes a strange wish one night, without knowing that it will change her life forever. Warning: contains pee desperation and Omorashi, but no mention of sexual intercourse. Language: English Words: 1,317 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 7 Kudos: 8 Hits: 1,142