TheIrreverend 485 Posted July 11, 2017 Popular Post Share Posted July 11, 2017 This happened a while back, but I only just got around to writing it up. At the time, it was incredibly humiliating, but thinking back on it, it now seems kind of hot. A little bit of background: I tend to wet the bed when I'm very stressed or upset. I was going through a rough time with family things and application stress when this happened, so I was wearing protection at night. To celebrate the end of the school year, some of my friends in the university sports club I belonged to decided to plan a party. They pooled resources with several other organizations, and the result was like something out of the movies. They rented a field on the outskirts of town, brought in a local band, lights, and a ridiculous amount of beer, set up a bonfire, and hired shuttle buses to get everyone there and back safe. With everything going on in my life, I badly needed a distraction, so I decided to attend. In keeping with the outdoorsy theme of the party, I was wearing a soft, slightly oversized, red flannel shirt and some nice, tight-fitting jeans. My underwear was my usual: grey cotton bikini panties. Boring, maybe, but undeniably comfortable. Since it was allergy season for me, I'd been coughing and sneezing a lot, which combined with a bladder anywhere near full means small leaks for me. So, I took the precaution of wearing a Tena pad in my underwear. As I got off the bus to the party, I already had to pee a bit, but there was a problem: no toilets were in sight. The only place I could go were the woods around the field, and those were pitch black and filled with undergrowth. I would definitely have to be desperate to go in there. As the party went on, things fell into a pattern. I danced, chatted with friends, was convinced by them to try a beer, downed a cup of water with the beer to stave off any potential hangover, danced some more, had some more beer and water... Some time after my second beer and cup of water, I was feeling pleasantly warm and relaxed and had completely forgotten about the state of my bladder, a bladder which was rapidly filling. One of the people I was with said something I found incredibly funny, and I broke down laughing. As I laughed, I realized I was helplessly dribbling into my pad, and I really, intensely needed to pee. I stopped laughing and clenched my muscles to stop the leak, discreetly feeling around my thighs for any dampness. The woods looked even less welcoming than before. Where the sky used to be glowing faintly with the remains of sunset, now it truly was dark, and the woods beyond the field seemed to swallow any light and noise from the party. I decided that for now, I would just do my best to hold it until I got back to town. It was already quite late, after all, and the buses would be taking us back in a couple hours. I went to sit down on one of the logs around the bonfire, my back to the woods, and discreetly crossed my legs. If before I had only realized my need after I had started leaking, now I was constantly reminded of it. I felt a constant, solid, aching pressure at my sphincter, begging to be let out. Every time I saw someone around the fire take a drink, I was reminded of my plight by a twinge running through my bladder. When someone went over to the keg or cooler to fill a cup, the sound of running liquid nearly overwhelmed my control. I was now pressing my thighs together as tightly as I could, holding myself with one hand and draping the other arm across to conceal it. From time to time, my bladder would spasm, and I would lose a few drops. Thankfully, the pad I was wearing was more than capable of taking those. Ultimately, my downfall was that one of my friends loves to play pranks. He saw that I was sitting with my back to the woods, and spent several minutes slowly and carefully edging his way behind me. Then, with one sudden motion, he lunged forward with a yell and jabbed his fingers into my ribs. I shrieked, jumped up, and completely lost any focus I had on controlling my bladder. As soon as I realized what was happening, I tried to hold it back, but the damage was already done. My pad was simply overwhelmed as I flooded it, and I felt streams work their way down my thighs. Clenching as hard as I possibly could, I managed to stop the flow for the moment. I ran into the woods, ripped my jeans and underwear down, and peed. The incredible relief I was feeling was mixed with feeling absolutely mortified for just wetting myself in front of my friends. After I finished peeing for what felt like an eternity, I checked the damage. My pad was completely soaked, as were my panties. My jeans had a substantial wet spot on the crotch and streaks down the legs. I tried to hold back tears, and mostly failed. Eventually, I felt strong enough to go back to the party. Things were winding down by now, and no one seemed to have noticed my absence. I walked over to the deserted drinks table, my wet jeans and underwear clinging uncomfortably with every step, and helped myself to another cup of beer to try and forget what just happened. I kept to the edges of the gathering for the rest of the night, just wanting to get home. After a miserable bus ride back in my wet clothes, I finally made it home at about 2am. I stripped off my wet clothes, jumped in the shower, slipped on a CVS Overnight pullup (I was cheap) and my sleep shirt, brushed my teeth, and collapsed into bed. Importantly, I forgot to use the bathroom before bed. The next thing I remember is lying on my back, faint light streaming in through my window and a feeling of warm wetness surrounding me, pooling between my legs and around my butt. As I floated in a state of dreamy half-awakeness, I felt the warmth flowing out of me, creeping up my back and down to my thighs. Then, with a shock, I regained full awareness as I realized what I had been doing. My pullup was completely saturated, and had been leaking out the leg gathers as I wet in my semi-conscious state. My sheets had a wet spot stretching up to my lower back and down to the middle of my thighs, and the hem of my sleep shirt was equally wet. As I stood up to run to the bathroom and change, pee continued to drip down my legs from my overfull pullup. I did my best, but I left a few small drips on the way to the bathroom. After a quick shower, and peeing into a toilet for a change, I cleaned up. I was fortunate that my roommates were still sound asleep and I had a mattress protector. Balling up the sheets to be laundered at a decent hour, I put some fresh sheets on the bed, changed into a dry shirt and pullup, and went back to sleep. DsGSilver, Xeno_, Bravestone and 15 others 18 Quote Link to comment
BENAir01 601 Posted July 11, 2017 Share Posted July 11, 2017 That's really unfortunate. But still an interesting story. Quote Link to comment
Guest Closed_Account Posted July 11, 2017 Share Posted July 11, 2017 Thanks for sharing. Wow that really sucks, hope you're less stressed these days, or at least have found better protection. Quote Link to comment
TheIrreverend 485 Posted July 11, 2017 Author Share Posted July 11, 2017 44 minutes ago, BENAir01 said: That's really unfortunate. But still an interesting story. It was humiliating at the time, but it's a lot better now that I have some distance! 25 minutes ago, Coinín Beag said: Thanks for sharing. Wow that really sucks, hope you're less stressed these days, or at least have found better protection. I'm still wet at night more often than not nowadays, due to the still-ongoing family stuff and some mental health issues. I did have something at the time where I would wear two pullups with the inner one poked full of holes, but I was too tired and emotionally exhausted that night to bother with it. Now, I've moved on to actual briefs, and those do a better job. Quote Link to comment
Guest Closed_Account Posted July 11, 2017 Share Posted July 11, 2017 Sorry to hear about the family stuff, but it's good you found something that works. I would be absolutely furious if I had to kick myself out of bed every morning to do cleanup. I'd imagine a problem like that is much more manageable if you can at least leave the aftermath until you've woken up properly. Quote Link to comment
The Dark Wolf 1,746 Posted July 11, 2017 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted July 11, 2017 Kind of sad, and I hope too many people don't have to experience that, and that it wasn't too bad for you (but you said you found it enjoyable in the long run). TheIrreverend 1 Quote Link to comment
TheIrreverend 485 Posted July 11, 2017 Author Share Posted July 11, 2017 17 minutes ago, Coinín Beag said: Sorry to hear about the family stuff, but it's good you found something that works. I would be absolutely furious if I had to kick myself out of bed every morning to do cleanup. I'd imagine a problem like that is much more manageable if you can at least leave the aftermath until you've woken up properly. It was pretty bad. I didn't really have the will/money to buy better products at the time, and the pullups were the cheapest thing at the campus pharmacy. They would work okay some nights, but I would end up leaking maybe a third to half of the time, and having to wash my sheets/pajamas, which just led to me getting down on my self more, which led to more stress and...yeah. I'm happy to say things are better now. Quote Link to comment
Guest Closed_Account Posted July 11, 2017 Share Posted July 11, 2017 Glad to hear it! Quote Link to comment
TheIrreverend 485 Posted July 11, 2017 Author Share Posted July 11, 2017 21 minutes ago, The Dark Wolf said: Kind of sad, and I hope too many people don't have to experience that, and that it wasn't too bad for you (but you said you found it enjoyable in the long run). My friends all were very cool about it (as in they just carried on like nothing at all happened) and I discovered I may have a certain thing for humiliation, so it worked out in the end! Quote Link to comment
TheIrreverend 485 Posted July 11, 2017 Author Share Posted July 11, 2017 17 minutes ago, Coinín Beag said: Glad to hear it! Oh, and it is so much better when you can wake up when you're supposed to, not when your bedwetting says you should. Quote Link to comment
Guest Closed_Account Posted July 11, 2017 Share Posted July 11, 2017 20 minutes ago, TheIrreverend said: Oh, and it is so much better when you can wake up when you're supposed to, not when your bedwetting says you should. Oh god, I can imagine. I hate getting up before I'm good and ready. I've actually wet the bed once or twice in adult life because I was so stubborn about getting up and going to the loo. That kind of thing is fun with a partner and when you're prepared for it, but out of nowhere it's just a pain in the ass. Quote Link to comment
TheIrreverend 485 Posted July 11, 2017 Author Share Posted July 11, 2017 29 minutes ago, Coinín Beag said: Oh god, I can imagine. I hate getting up before I'm good and ready. I've actually wet the bed once or twice in adult life because I was so stubborn about getting up and going to the loo. That kind of thing is fun with a partner and when you're prepared for it, but out of nowhere it's just a pain in the ass. I've had the same problem. A lot of the time, when I was younger and dealing with bedwetting, I'd leak through my Goodnites because I'd have already wet sometime during the night, wake up early in the morning needing to go, fall back asleep, and end up wetting again and leaking. The same thing happened to me more recently a couple times. Quote Link to comment
Guest Closed_Account Posted July 11, 2017 Share Posted July 11, 2017 And it doesn't help that peeing is such a warm and comfortable feeling, lol. It's the opposite of something that'd wake you up. Quote Link to comment
TheIrreverend 485 Posted July 11, 2017 Author Share Posted July 11, 2017 17 minutes ago, Coinín Beag said: And it doesn't help that peeing is such a warm and comfortable feeling, lol. It's the opposite of something that'd wake you up. Exactly! Sometimes I almost like waking up in wet protection but dry sheets because of the feeling. Sometimes. Quote Link to comment
The Dark Wolf 1,746 Posted July 12, 2017 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted July 12, 2017 If I ever wet the bed (which I never have, there are times when I thought I did but it turned out to just be sweat), and if the fear of staining the mattress wasn't a factor, I'd probably be too aroused to go back to sleep. Anyway, good to hear things are better and, again, that the experience is actually enjoyable for you. Quote Link to comment
TheIrreverend 485 Posted July 12, 2017 Author Share Posted July 12, 2017 1 hour ago, The Dark Wolf said: If I ever wet the bed (which I never have, there are times when I thought I did but it turned out to just be sweat), and if the fear of staining the mattress wasn't a factor, I'd probably be too aroused to go back to sleep. Anyway, good to hear things are better and, again, that the experience is actually enjoyable for you. Wetting the bed without proper protection gets old very fast! :P In all seriousness, it happens too often for me to be aroused every single time. Familiarity breeds contempt and all that. I still do find it arousing from time to time, though, and I actually discovered my sexuality during one of my wet periods in my early teens. Quote Link to comment
Dunney 475 Posted July 12, 2017 Share Posted July 12, 2017 When I started bedwetting, I'd wet and masturbate and wet and masturbate until I was impotent and (surprisingly, because I was 20-something) incontinent. I'd let my bladder settle down, then go to sleep in the puddle. I slept like a baby. (almost literally. I didn't wear nappies.) Quote Link to comment
TheIrreverend 485 Posted July 13, 2017 Author Share Posted July 13, 2017 On 7/12/2017 at 0:49 PM, Dunney said: When I started bedwetting, I'd wet and masturbate and wet and masturbate until I was impotent and (surprisingly, because I was 20-something) incontinent. I'd let my bladder settle down, then go to sleep in the puddle. I slept like a baby. (almost literally. I didn't wear nappies.) That sounds a bit dangerous. I hope you didn't do any damage, incontinence isn't fun. Quote Link to comment
Dunney 475 Posted July 13, 2017 Share Posted July 13, 2017 I don't think so. Many years later, I need to know where the toilet is when I go out, but that's pretty normal. I'm no spring chicken. During my working life, there was never any problem. Quote Link to comment
Toady567 235 Posted July 18, 2017 Share Posted July 18, 2017 Very interesting story. Hot for sure. Thank you for sharing! Quote Link to comment
AnneLisa 28 Posted August 13, 2017 Share Posted August 13, 2017 well, thanks for sharing Quote Link to comment
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