Bed Wetting Diaper Story Novels & Stories

17. Neon Oasis << . Riley. >> The bus pulls to a stop in front of the Dorm building. I grab my bag and make my way down the narrow aisle. I need to take a bath as soon as I reach my room. It’s Friday evening, and I babysat a 4-year-old who literally peed on my clothes. Yikes. Why do such things happen to me? Not even once, Natalie complained about anything like this. He told me a little too late while we were watching tv. I rushed him to the bathroom and… it happened.

I made my way to his room and found it open but when I peeked in, he wasn't there. I walked into the warm, dimly lit bedroom, the sandalwood scent wrapping itself around me and making me melt against the door. I walked over to his bed, running my finger over the sheets as I imagined what it would feel like to be tangled up in them. Then, I heard the sound of rushing water in the bathroom. Curious, and with my nipples already rearing their heads through my dress, I tiptoed towards the bathroom, gently pushing it open, only to hear his sweet, exasperated moans as he gently stroked his cock under the shower.

I can't take this. ~Ken~ I dried my hands with a towel. I sighed a relief as i looked at the clean dishes. Finally. My thoughts were cut off as i heard loud laughters coming from the living room. I stepped closer towards their direction. "Ew, what's he doing?" Daniella. "I think he's eating his poop" Mom. "What about this?" Daniella. "It was the first time he peed on his pants" Dad. "And here is when he first sat in the toilet and he fell butt first and he was stuck" Mom.

The very first thing she did was to pull her two precious children into her arms. "My darlings, I miss you two so much. How was it? Did you both have fun in school today? Why don't you two tell me if anything interesting happened in kindergarten today?" "Of course, we had fun, Mommy. Nathan Kirk wet the bed and cried afterward. I noticed him and went up to comfort him." "Is that so? How did you comfort Nathan, Junie?" "I told him that he's only five years old, so it's not embarrassing to wet his pants. After all, not everyone is like me, who never wets her pants.

Upon waking up, Timothy noticed an unfamiliar scent in the air and discovered a damp spot on the bed sheet. The thought made Timothy feel an urge to wash his hands repeatedly. Ginger pouted, insisting, "It wasn't me! It was that jerk who wet the bed and is trying to blame me." Beside them, Caleb couldn't help but chuckle. "Ginger, only children wet the bed, not adults. Among us, you're the only child, so there's no need to argue."

Before hanging up, I reminded Mom, "You have to let me know when the date's confirmed, okay?" She chuckled. "You've always loved being in the middle of things since you were young. Don't worry. I'll definitely tell you." … When I got home, Yasmin was in the middle of scolding the two maids who watched Daphne. Apparently, Daphne had wet her pants again that day—three times, no less. Not only were all three clean pairs of pants used up, but other kids had laughed at her for it. The maids, clearly feeling wronged, explained, "Mr. Grant, Ms. Beech, we've been as careful as we can, but Ms. Daphne doesn't like wearing diapers. She says they make her bottom itch."

Jas holds me until my legs get used to the whole standing thing again, then he looks up into my eyes as he asks, "Are you good?" I nod, standing tall as I walk to the bathroom. "I got this." I get into the open bathroom and squat down over the toilet. I'm afraid if I sit down all the way, I won't be able to get back up. When I'm done peeing, I look up at Jas. "Well, am I going back to the bed with pee on me, or are you going to wipe me?"

Since he wet the bed, Leo felt ashamed and stayed in the room. He apologized and cried not to do it again. I only did what any mother did and calmed him. I told him it's natural for boys and girls his age to make mistakes. But I couldn't tell him why he did it. It will stress him out thinking about his father. I reassured him that his mother needed to earn money to support them both. He understood, but his face gave it away that he didn't like the idea of me working late.

I could have argued and said that I knew what she was doing…but I didn’t want to embarrass her anymore than I already had. To be honest, we were both young and masturbating was something that was very private for us. We didn’t know how to talk about it. It was just to embarrassing. About a week later, my parents were arguing. I didn’t want to hear them so I decided to see if Marco would let me sleep at her house. It was kind of late when I got there. Her sister was on her way out for a date and she told me to go to Marco’s. Her parents were gone for the weekend.

Had it really been that long? The boys' room was small but cozy. We'd painted it blue last summer—well, Sam had painted it while I "supervised" and the boys made a mess with the leftover paint. Their matching beds were covered in superhero sheets, and the wooden cribs Sam had built sat in the corner, now used for storage. Sam laid Phoenix down gently, pulling off his sneakers and tucking him under the blanket. I did the same with Asher, brushing his dark hair off his forehead. He looked so much like Grant when he slept but a more peaceful and Innocent version.