Bedwetting Story Novels & Stories

"Bad Daddy, you said you would give me a shower!" "Men shower by themselves." "Hmph, fine! I'll shower by myself!" "Men don't wet the bed either!" "It's your fault for bullying Mommy! I was about to go to the toilet just now, and I only wet myself because I got agitated!" In the bathroom, Ambrose and Vincent were glaring at each other again.

I then noticed a comment in the comment section. "In the original story, Waylon's insistence on marrying Zoe led to a fallout with his parents. Zoe eventually drove the Sorenson family into bankruptcy, causing his parents to age decades in one night and commit suicide by jumping from a building. Their current situation just makes me want to burst into tears."

Lexi said. They got back to Austin's tent and crawled inside. Lexi's little brother opened his sleeping bag completely and laid it out, so they both had something to lie on. Lexi thought of a story she'd heard at State. About some wild party back east where they zipped naked people into sleeping bags and made them fuck while everyone watched. Lexi had heard that the grand finale had featured a brother and sister and thought it was bullshit. Now she wasn't so sure.

In an unexpected jolt, both my stomach and back muscles contracted, abruptly forcing my eyes open as I felt a rush between my legs – a gush that sent a jolt of realization through me. "Oh, not again," I murmured, mortification coloring my cheeks as I squeezed my eyes shut in embarrassment. This marked the second time this week I had involuntarily wet the bed, a humiliating predicament. With a flush of warmth in my cheeks, I struggled to sit up. At least Artemy was downstairs this time. The last instance had caught him in an unfortunate situation. In that prior occurrence, both of us had been sound asleep when the urgency to use the bathroom struck me in the dead of night. However, my respons

I cried again. "Shut up!" A voice rasped. "Please!" But none of my pleas could draw any answer from them. Eventually, desperation drove me to do the most lowly thing I had ever done in my entire life. I moved closer to the crack in the middle of the ground and emptied my bladder. The hole wasn't that large which means my room was soon full of water. Looking up at the water that was dripping, my eyes widened as I wondered if that was what it was as well.

Amber said feeling embarrassed as she got up letting Alek's dick fall to his stomach and rushed to the bathroom locking the door behind her. Amber was embarrassed and horrified as she covered her face from the mortification of what she had done. "Stupid stupid Alek!" She groaned as she headed for the toilet closet sitting on it. She had a knock on the door followed by a chuckle. "Come on Amber,it's normal it happens when you're over excited" she heard Alek say. "That wasn't what happened,you should have just stopped and listened to me " Amber said ,she didn't know how to tell him that she had wanted to pee before she decided to sit on his dick and that it wasn't squirt but actual pee.

“Well, girl, the word does travel, and when you have Shifters involved, it’s worse than twenty hens in a chicken coop. I will wait. You can include it in the bathtime story, and don’t leave out a single detail.” I laughed, coming out of the bathroom, “Alright, but I warn you, the details may be more than just R-rated.” I heard her gasp, “Seriously? Damn, maybe we should wait until after the bath, and I can eat some popcorn in bed while you spill the details!” I nodded, “Okay, but first, we will get you washed up, hmm?” She nodded as I helped her off the bed. Getting her undressed, I cringed and fought back the tears.

I agreed with him in theory, but I also knew Jonathan was taking the mistreatment from his eldest son because, deep down, Jonathan thought he deserved it. Today’s Christmas, hopefully, the mood will stay positive. “Let me get on top, baby.” Knocking on the bedroom door interrupted us before Jonathan could deny me. He dropped his head on my shoulder and groaned. Don’t get mad now. If you had given me five minutes on top, I would’ve left us in bed looking like a pair of crash test dummies. “Ms. Kierra…I wet the bed,” Grant confessed through the door. “Shit. That’s the third time this week,” Jonathan whispered.

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.

“That's good to hear. Thank you for trying.” Lyall softened. ‘Anything for you, wife.’ “I absolutely cannot wait to meet your wolf!” Imani clapped her hands, then focused completely on Anisa. “Have I ever told you that Elian peed the bed as a kid?” I groaned, inhaling Anisa's scent deeply. “You don't say!” Anisa gasped, pushing from my shoulders to fully face Imani. “He wet the bed almost every night, and then in the morning, he'd change his clothes and position, then tell Umma that a ghost must have visited the room and peed on the bed.”