Bedwetting Story Novels & Stories

I would be damned if I only instructed them and left. For a million years, my order would only accumulate dirt, as Ethan and Ezra would bury themselves in their video games and Emily would baby Penny. “Mum, tell us a bedtime story.” Ezra pleaded. Defeated, I began my tale of the legendary Wolf's King and his Luna. It happened to be their favourite story, and they never grew weary of it. In less than ten minutes, they were all fast asleep, like wasted adults. I tucked them into bed and watched them sleep for a while before turning off the light.

Every time I thought I was at my limit, Kade would whisper something cruel in my ear, or Brian would deliver a spank that reignited the fire in my blood, and I’d find a second wind. By mid-afternoon, I was lying splayed out on the rug, my legs shaking uncontrollably. I was covered in a film of their cum, my skin tacky and smelling of musk. The sheer stockings were torn, and the maid’s apron was hanging by a single string. Kade walked over and stood between my spread legs, looking down at me like I was something he’d found on the bottom of his shoe. "You're holding up better than I thought," he admitted, his voice a low rumble. "But we’re only halfway through day three. Brian and Ken have som

“He’s so weak in bed. Two seconds and he’s done. That’s it. The dildos help a little, but it’s not the same as real dick. I feel like I’m losing my mind.” I went quiet after that, feeling embarrassed but also a little lighter for saying it out loud. May looked at me carefully, then squealed softly. “Babe, there's more, you’re hiding something. Did you meet someone ?Tell me.” I rolled my eyes, my face burning. “Don’t judge me, okay?” I sighed deeply. “You know uh Zain’s son, Hunter? He’s been staying with us for a week. He keeps bringing different girls home. I’ve had to listen to their loud screaming and moaning. And...and it's uhh..It’s made me so wet, May. So fucking wet. I keep wishing it

It was already dark, so I had simply turned on the bedside lamp by side, too tired to walk over to the main switch. "Stop it, right now. You refused to let me go pee, now you're blaming me for this?" She accused. I shrugged, "Didn't feel like pausing the fun just because the girl bed-wets." Katerina threw the duvet at me and started to get off the bed, but I was quick to wrap my arm around her waist and pull her back to my chest. The words I had intended to say to her dried up in my mouth when her eyes met mine.

“Are you absolutely sure it was her? Because if you are lying to me, I will tear your throat out right now.” The kid opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. Instead, a trickling sound follows. A pungent smell hits the air. I look down. The young one has wet himself. It’s running down the inside of his trouser leg and pooling on the floor between his boots. His whole body is shaking, and his cap has fallen out of his hands, and he goes straight down onto his knees in it.

“You’re dehydrated and that is bad for the baby.” I drank till the cup was empty and let out a sigh of content. “Everything I tried to keep down came back out; I got tired of drinking water only for it to come back out again.” Martha touched my forehead; and looked down at my legs. She frowned and touched the bed. “Did you wet the bed child? I won’t judge you if you say you did.” “I didn’t” I hissed in pain, holding a hand to my waist. “I didn’t even know I was wet until you said so.”

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 snuck out of the room and went to the comfort room to pee. Unfortunately, I accidentally wet my pajamas while using the bidet after peeing because my hands were too small and clumsy. I felt pathetic and uncomfortable because of the wet pants, so I went downstairs to look for my mom quietly and ask her for help looking for a new set of pajamas. I saw both of my parents in the living room cuddling happily while watching a romantic film that was not suitable for kids like me. I was stunned and confused while watching from the stairs. The man in the film was vigorously touching the woman all over her naked body while kissing her intensely. His hand suddenly crawled down to the woman's privates

His voice was even, calm like he was not just telling me about the saddest story of all time. “One of his friends started creeping into our room… we lived in a three-bedroom house. And I was still too young to sleep alone. Can you believe I thought there was something that lived underneath my bed?” A hint of a smile touched his lips. I choked on a half-sob and half-chuckle.

Her damn brother started this mess from his nightly stories. I move behind her, spread my legs to either side of hers, and place my hands beneath her arms. “Pull down your pants and squat. I’ll ease you down and keep my eyes closed while doing it.” I shut my eyes and concentrate on the movement of her body. “What if I piss on your boots?” she all but sobs. “They’ll wash. Come on, it’s cold.”