Bedwetting Story Novels & Stories

(Author wanted to write a fantasy of abandoned souls and empty shells of hollow carcasses but the author is lost in a different world of his own thoughts and nightmares, he has a regret of being wrong at the edge of the clearest right opted path that he had pave for the truth and ended up with a lie of being good, but he is the worst of his own creation of any character and in every emotion that he felt but after the time has passed, he suffered like a shooting star and created a hinge in the depths of his stoned heart). That kid was still crying (I hate the screams that they make while crying, tears are acceptable) and a pack of wolves heard his little noises. I'm not cruel, I just enjoy th

"Send a video to Third Bro and tell him that Wal's recent change has made him feel a bit hopeful every day. My Third Bro is a smart guy, he'll definitely be able to get out of this predicament as soon as possible." Of course, she wanted to help him, no one wished for Wills Waltson 's health to be better than her. Benjeming Waltson called Butler. Butler returned with Wal in his arms. Luna carried the child upstairs. After placing Wal on the bed, she took out her phone to take a video of Wal. She imitated the tone of a child and said while patting, "Daddy, hello, I am Wal, I already weigh 8kg, I just wet my bed, Mama gave me a change of urine, and laughed at me. Dad, how are you, how are you?"

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

“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.”

Lily woke in the dark, feeling wetness beneath her. For a moment, she didn't understand what had happened. Then the realization hit with crushing horror. She'd wet the bed. She was seven years old. Almost eight. Far too old for this. She hadn't had an accident since she was four. Lily lay very still, tears sliding down her face, terrified of what would happen when someone found out. She knew she should get up, should tell someone, should change her sheets.