Bedwetting Story Novels & Stories

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.”

Debra finished reading the letter and smiled. She pictured Michael writing it late at night. The city lights were glaring as he penned farewell with that cool smirk. He even guessed they'd have a kid by now. She tucked the letter and cards away, keeping his last trace safe. Upstairs, Erica bolted out with Solomon. "He peed. What should I do?" Debra pocketed the envelope. "You're a mom now. Chill out." "I can't chill," Erica yelped. "How does he even wet the bed?"

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 eyes darted around, still confused as to who we were looking for. "Mom?" a small voice came from under the covers of the bed. It brought Asmodeus' gaze to a boy, and she flashed a sad smile as she walked to the edge of the bed. The boy was still young, probably less than 5 years old. But he was wetting his bed. There was a wet cloth placed over his forehead, and my eyes lowered to look at the bandage wrapped around his waist. "Hi, baby." Asmodeus knelt beside the bed as she placed her hand on the boy's hand. She then turned to me, who took a hesitant step.

His body warmth and calm presence help me drift into a peaceful sleep, leaving the day's stress behind. A few hours pass, and I find myself waking up to a strange sensation. It's as if I've suddenly found myself soaking wet. Confused and a little disoriented, I pull the blankets off to investigate, only to discover a large wet spot on the bed. My immediate thought is embarrassment. Did I really just wet the bed? I gingerly get up, anxious to avoid waking Sebastian, and head to the bathroom for a quick shower, hoping to shake off this uneasy feeling. As I turn on the shower and the warm water pours down, clarity hits me like a ton of bricks. The pain is sudden and excruciating, seizing my ent

But I don’t want to walk in the house with a boner for my Grams to see. I’m already hard, but I’ve learned that with Laken, there’s hard, and then there’s I’m about to blow my load without a single touch to my dick hard. I don’t really want to walk in the house with a wet spot because then I would have to tell Grams that I pissed myself. No way in hell am I telling her I just came while sitting in her driveway.

I caught Klyde's attention in the mirror sitting on the big sofa behind us, he was sitting with his legs crossed We looked at each other and suddenly my cheeks warmed to see that he had been looking at my ass for a while It's really rude! He just grinned at me and continued to look at my body While aunt Leana measured me, she told me a story about Klyde "He used to always pee in his shorts because he didn't know how to take his shorts down" I laughed at what aunt Leana said while Klyde snorted He continued to tell stories while I was laughing because all his stories were about Klyde when he was a child.

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

offering alerts for a mere cookie f*e. Aichan, with her ingenuity, developed the “Anti-Bedwetting Princess Skirts,” which included a built-in waterproof layer, just in case. And the principal, sensing an innovation goldmine, filed a patent for the Golden Star Incentive System, her eyes gleaming with the potential profits from a future of incentivized bed-dryness. As for Takuto? Well, his Dry Bed Plan manuscript was framed and hung proudly on the bathroom wall, right next to the mysterious "Art of the Wet Mattress"—a lasting legacy.