Bed Wetting Diaper Story Novels & Stories

Finally, he made us promise not to tell his future mate when he found her. We spent the afternoon in a pleasant family atmosphere, with laughter and several stories, some about Deniel that I didn't even imagine and that made me laugh out loud. I believe that laughing a lot was not appropriate for the moment, because when we were in the middle of another one of the stories, I felt a liquid run down my legs. At first, I still considered the idea that I had peed, which was quite embarrassing, but I soon realized that it was time for my little boy to come into the world.

I thought that someone was playing a prank especially since we were all sleeping in the living room, two people in one sleeping mat, but instead, my sleeping mate, Hazel, was carefreely bed wetting. The urine expanded from in-between his thighs to the whole mat, just the way petrol draws. I knew he would feel embarrassed so I didn't consider waking him at first, but with the possibility of everyone knowing by the time we wake up the next morning and having the news plastered on the school bulletin for weeks, I decided to wake him up.

I woke up still in their arms, I loved that daddy read me to sleep, I love stories, books, and he's the best story reader ever, he did the voices and everything. I needed to pee badly this morning, but I wasn't allowed to take the diaper off me, I thought maybe I can skip to the bathroom, pee quickly, and pull the diaper back on. But sadly that wasn't a good plan, mommy and daddy both had their hands around me, I was trapped between them, when I tried to squirm out of their hold they both woke up.

She sat up slowly and rubbed her belly. “What is it, baby? Why are you disturbing mummy at this time of the night?” She asked, but the pain didn't seem to be easing. Then, she felt a warm liquid under her, and she lifted her leg to see that she had wetted the bed. “God! I peed on myself” she bit her lip in embarrassment. “Babe? What's wrong?” Ricky sat up and rubbed his eyes. “I'm so sorry, I peed on the bed” she said, looking sad. Ricky stared at the wet stain and back at her.

In the middle of the night, if he wet the bed, he would immediately wake up and run back to his own room. During that period of time, Leighton would always wake up with a puddle in his bed. The adults in the family thought that there was something wrong with him and even brought him to see a doctor. It left him thinking that he had some kind of medical issue that led him to wet the bed even in his high school years. It was not until one night, he woke up from a dream and found his little brother sleeping stark naked on his bed. He wanted to wake the little brat up, but then he realized that Noah was already wetting the bed.

I woke up this morning in my own bed with the man who is my world holding me tightly. So tight, in fact, that I felt like my bladder was going to explode. When I tried to wiggle out of his arms, he would tighten his hold. I started tapping his arm, and softly saying his name, but all I could get out of him was a groan. I started laughing, “Aidinth!” He finally opened his sleepy eyes saying, “Huh?” I laughed, “I need to pee and your grip on me is about to make my bladder explode.” He chuckled, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to.” I laughed, “I know.” He let go, and I got out of bed. After using the bathroom, I turned on the water to get in the shower.

he reminds me, it's what they been training me to do, not go right away but tell them I need to so we can go to the big girls potty. "Otay" I tell him, I don't have many accidents, just few and I try not to, they only add protection when I need to sleep cause it's hard to hold it in when I'm asleep. Dada set me on his bed while he took his clothes off, he told me to close my eyes and I did, he changed to his PJ and got in bed with me for some cuddling time. He allowed me to play with his phone even, he asked me about my day, I told him about daddy and how mean he is.

Royalty nearly puked from the stench. He cursed, taking off the diapers. He covered his nose, and Zaiee frowned. His poop wasn't smelling. He kicked his legs in protest till Daddy began bathing him. Zaiee wasn't a fan of water. Immediately the hot water touched his skin, he bellowed. Crying and kicking his legs unhappily. Unfortunately, Zaiee's poop diapers laid close to his feet. Immediately he kicked, the diapers went flying to Royalty's face. It stuck and filled his face with poop.

Her enormous smile fell, watching my reaction. “Even, like… I feel like I might have tinkled in my panties,” I grit my teeth, waiting for a scolding. I could still remember wetting the bed clear up until seven years old because of my terrible nightmares. Scared the tinkles right out. Luckily, I stop drinking water three hours before bed now. “That’s normal too,” Parisa cooed, pulling me closer to her. “And you didn’t pee yourself. It’s your body getting excited.”

“But I’ll figure it out, okay? I can’t wake your mom over a diaper. I’m a CEO; I handle million-dollar contracts… I can handle a dirty diaper. Right?” The words didn’t come out very convincingly, but there was just enough determination to keep going. After a few clumsy attempts—wipes out of order, diaper on backwards, and a near disaster with the cream—I finally managed to change him. Clean diaper, dry body, and he now looked content. His eyes were beginning to get heavy again, eyelids slowly drooping as he let out soft sighs, pressing his little face against my chest.