Novel & Cerita Bedwetting Story

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.”

I bend down on one knee to catch myself, but that’s a mistake, as the movement puts pressure on my stomach, and then all hell breaks loose. The warm liquid streams down my legs without any warning. There is no way to stop it, and my eyes start to water out of the relief I feel. But soon after, I started to panic over what I’d done. I had wet myself and made a mess. I can't see the mess, but I can smell it and am sure that Alpha Eric would be able to smell it when he walks into the basement.

I get up, using the hand towel to cover my vaginal region, I walk past him and into my bedroom. Brett slurs, "UH Sorry Aunt Becky." as he shuts the bathroom door and I shut my bedroom door. I shut the tv and lights off and crawl into bed. My mind wonders as I picture Brett in his boxers, and the "tent" caused by his semi hard penis. I can't fall asleep.

It made my heart swell, seeing the amount of sacrifices my dad was beyond willing to make for my well being. Honestly, not being able to walk for that period of time made me go through a lot. I had even bed-wetted once. It was so annoying and embarrassing. Not like I could help myself and I guess my dad wasn't in the hotel room at that moment to help me and I could not walk either. I knew not of what to do. I despised it all and it made me sick, emotionally.

My brain tried to think it through, what's this thing, I felt cold, we got into the bathroom, that's when I was set down and I could determine what's causing the cold! My pajama bottoms, they were all wet, I looked down with big eyes! I couldn't have wet myself! I'm too big to wet myself! I'm sure I am! But how! I looked at daddy with confusion, he looked at me like he knew what's wrong, like it's nothing.

“You’re dead to me.” His grin softened. “Baby…” “No,” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. “Don’t baby me. I’m mortified. Do you know what it feels like to wake up and find out you’ve been peeing in your sleep like a dog and didn’t even notice?!” His smirk faded then, replaced by something softer. He brushed my messy hair back, kissing my temple. “I know it feels humiliating. But you don’t need to be embarrassed. Not with me. I’ll wash the sheets a thousand times if it means you and bean are safe.”

He was out of breath and panting from what I assumed was a mind-blowing orgasm. After that, I ran to my room with my sloppy wetness and yanked off my soaked undies. I rummaged through my secret drawer for toys I’ve been using to play with myself during this period, hoping to get some relief at that moment. Everything felt like it was on fire, and all I could think of was that perfect cock in the other room, but I didn’t want to beg for it. I was convinced my toys could solve my little problem.

She continued. “I didn’t say anything about that, I felt like he was probably too tired from the journey and decided to sleep off by taking his bath and dressing properly, so I didn’t tell my parent about it.” She sighed. “The next day, we slept together in the same room, so I woke up to pee but stopped when I noticed the same occurrence, now more clearly since the blanket had shifted off his body.” We paid our utmost attention to this part since this sounds like the climax of the story.

"He's the second-in-command." Shawn's expression darkened, and he finally met my gaze seriously. He soon took me to his house, closed the door, and asked, "Where did you hear this?" I said, "You told me yourself." Shawn was blunt and slightly stubborn, so I saw no point in lying. I told him about my rebirth openly. "You don't have to believe me, but I know your deepest secret," I said, meeting his puzzled gaze. "When you were six, you wet the bed and tried to cover it with a lavender essence. When you were ten, you accidentally went into the wrong bathroom…"