Bedwetting Story Novels & Stories

Upon waking up, Timothy noticed an unfamiliar scent in the air and discovered a damp spot on the bed sheet. The thought made Timothy feel an urge to wash his hands repeatedly. Ginger pouted, insisting, "It wasn't me! It was that jerk who wet the bed and is trying to blame me." Beside them, Caleb couldn't help but chuckle. "Ginger, only children wet the bed, not adults. Among us, you're the only child, so there's no need to argue."

His room smelled like dog again. Ms. Fraser wouldn’t like that. For the past few weeks, he had been trying to tell her that he wasn’t doing anything to stink up the room. Of course, like everyone else, she would not believe him. He could hear what the middle-aged orderly would say: “Beau Watson, you’re the only one in here. It’s okay to have accidents sometimes. Especially at your age.” He was thirteen years old, not three.

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.

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.”

Emma’s POV “Where are you going?” Zane grumbled, sounding like a sulky little boy as I slid out of bed. “To the bathroom. Do you mind?” I teased with a laugh. I had spent the night tangled up with him, and we had gone at it for hours. We even pulled out the Kama Sutra for fun, testing out positions I never imagined my body could manage. Zane had suggested we work our way through every single one, and honestly, the idea sounded like an adventure I would not mind exploring.

My boys glance over at each other while holding out one of their favourite bedtime storybooks, disappointment all over their face, Neo wraps his arms around the book and pouts. “I don’t wanna grow up,” Neo says, his eyes teary as he starts to whimper, “I just want a bedtime story,” he tells me, his tears already getting the book wet. Plop! I feel my bed press down and turn to find Ash who’s helped himself on the bed, “if you won’t be telling us a story then I’ll stay here with you,” my grumpy young man says, staring off into the far end as he murmurs. “Alright, alright, I’ll read you a bedtime story,” I agree, and at once their faces turn bright, Ash stands on my bed, he’s jumping excitedly

"I want to know what happens. If you sign at gunpoint and die....." "Get out of this room," he quickly interrupted me. But in response, I started walking towards him, while he kept pushing his seat backwards. "What are you doing?" He muttered. "Nothing. I just....." before I ended the sentence, his eyeballs looked past me. I turned quickly, but there was no one there. I turned to him, but he had already started searching for something. "What is it?" "The drugs. His doctor said bedwetting at that age isn't normal anymore; I kept those drugs here."

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.

“Tomorrow morning, you're staying all night by the way since this isn't a booty call, before I cook you breakfast, I will give you a full tour of the entire estate before we drive to your old house and level it to the ground. Now, however, the only room I want to show you is the one with my giant bed in it. She clung to his neck as he carried her bridal style up the winding staircase. “A big bed?” “Huge. When I was a kid, I watched. “Home alone” the second day in New York and Kelvin had the biggest bed I've ever seen. In the last part of the movie, all the kids were sleeping on the floor and the bedwether kid, he slept on the giant bed alone and I vowed someday I'll be that kid. “He paused.”

Just as the three of us had reached some kind of tacit understanding, I suddenly heard Hedwig's panicked cry from the next room. We hurriedly walked over. As soon as I entered the room, I saw Hedwig sitting on the bed. Her face was full of tears. She pouted and cried as she said, "Daddy, mommy, I wet the bed again... I'm so scared!" Blake hurriedly walked to her and gently picked Hedwig up. "Don't be scared. No big deal. You're just a kid. You're allowed to wet the bed." "Stupid Hedwig!" Noah said in disdain.