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Here is a video from me bedwetting, using the method I described : For recording this, I used a camera that I programmed to do the timelapse every 30 seconds (don't quite remember, that was almost 10 years ago!). We hadn't got fancy printed diapers easily available at that time, too bad, it would have made a cuter one! First wetting occurs at 2"35. I move during my sleep, but I guarantee that I had no recollection of wetting that night (mostly because, to be 100% sure I'd wet for the recording, I think I had drunk more alcohol and water that I would have required to achieve these "forced bedwetting"). Enjoy 🙂 Sans titre.mp4

Hey guys, I have been lurking on the forum for several years now, but I finally have a real experience to share with you all. Obviously, the names of the people, companies, conferences, etc will be changed including my name. Also the story needs some setup for the situation to make sense, so sorry if the first part is boring for some people. Also warning, I describe sexual activity somewhat graphically. Enjoy! Early in the year during 2017, I met an amazing girl named Shivani. We had great chemistry from the moment we met that just made every interaction with her warm and effortless. After talking to her for hours about our families, work(We both are Software Developers), and hobbies at some tech conference in San Jose, I became head over heels for the girl. But there was just one hitch in starting our relationship, she was a conservative Indian and she still lived with her parents at the age of 26. During the rest of the conference, Shivani and I would meet up to chat and hangout. I asked her out to dinner during our chats. She never said no to my requests, but she struggled to commit to a plan. Her constant hesitation made me lose my nerve and I figured that she just wasn’t that into me. So I stopped asking her out during that conference. A month later, on the last day of another conference that I honestly went to just so I could see her again, out of no where, she very randomly confessed that she wasn’t sure she could date a white man. She feared her parents and sisters wouldn’t approve of me and that she had never really dated a boy before. I was actually glad when she explained these things, because it gave me the confidence to pursue her with a gentle vigor. I told her, “There is nothing wrong with taking it slow. The worst that could happen is that we go out and have a lame time. But I don’t see how I could have a bad time being with you.” As I said this, her dark eyes lite up and she straightened her posture moving closer to me while biting her lower lip. As I stared into her eyes, I knew she wanted to give it a go, the only thing holding her back was her nerves. I instinctively put my hand on her back, broke eye contact for a moment before saying, ”I could meet you at “some vegetarian place” right by “her former place of work” at 5:30 this Thursday. That way you can miss most of the traffic and your parents won’t suspect that your out on a date during the work week.” As I asked her out that one final time, I could feel her whole body become ecstatic from my palm that rested on her back, she exhaled in a nervous anticipation and she looked down embarrassingly toward her crotch. I could tell that she became wet just from my touch and I realized that she wasn’t lying about never ever having dated a boy. I gently caressed her arm as I withdrew my hand from her back. And after a moment she smiled with eyes and said, “Ok”. I arrived early at “some vegetarian place” on Thursday, and just as I sat down she emailed me that she was running late. Note: She was so terrified that her parents would find my number/texts in her phone, she wouldn’t give me her number. We communicated through email instead. Finally, she showed up 20 minutes late, but my jaw absolutely dropped to the floor and my pants got a little tighter when I saw her walk in. Imagine a 5’8 goddess of a women, with long black silky hair that had just the perfect amount of volume to bounce and wave elegantly as she moved. Her black dress was the perfect complimentary tone to her beautiful mocha brown skin, full lips and an amazing smile. Her eyes, dark black and mysterious, but radiating a warmth and happiness that puts you to ease. While the dress was conservative, it still highlighted her dynamite hourglass figure, that started with her C cup breasts, curved down to her THICC hips, and ended with legs that went on for miles. She smiled wildly when she saw me and walked over nervously with her head held down meekly. I quickly remarked that she looked absolutely beautiful before she reached me and she briefly looked up embarrassed but happy to receive the compliment. I got up to hug her as she reached the table but she awkwardly didn’t reciprocate, well at first. But after her brief delay she quickly put her arms around me and embraced me quite firmly. I don’t believe she was trying to be overly forward, but I think due to a combination of her being unused to hugging men plus being extremely nervous, she pressed her whole body into mine which I was not expecting to happen. I felt her soft bosom against my chest and her hips against my thighs. Her body tightened and swayed in a nervous anticipation like before, except this time her movements electrified my body. Her hands grew light on my back and she moved from my embrace and sat down. Initially, she was very nervous as we began dinner, but soon she loosened up and she talked like I had never seen her talk before. During the rest of the meal, I attentively listened to her tales of growing up in India, her love of playing badminton at university, and her strong beliefs in family and traditional values. When dinner ended I suggested that we take a walk. As we left “some vegetarian place” I took her hand and we began to walk slowly around the water front. After I took her hand, she no longer was so chatty, so I picked up the conversation. As I talked, I tried to glance over to make eye contact. Her eyes were rich with desire and anticipation as she bit her lip. I hadn’t planned on kissing her that evening, but I felt in my gut to go for it. I stopped and turned to her, I took her other hand and slowly pulled her in close, I put both hands on the small of her back and stared into her eyes. But she quickly looked down, putting her chin into her chest before saying, “Doug, I have never kissed a boy before, I don’t know how.” Part of me was surprised that a women as beautiful as her could go through 26 years of life not kissing anyone, but I instantly accepted and understood her situation. I said, “I don’t care.” as I lifted her chin with my right hand before cupping her face. I moved my face close to hers and she closed her eyes and moved her lips to meet mine. Her figure melted into my large chest and soft stomach as my large arms enveloped her completely. I knew it was her first time kissing anyone, so I didn’t use tongue. At first her kissing seemed somewhat erratic, but her rhythm was deliciously unpredictable, foreign, and she placed each kiss with a delicate affection. I had immediately become aroused, and quickly my erection had grown fully enlarged and pushed firmly against her pelvis. After several minutes of making out, my sexual excitement pushing against her mons pubis which caused her hips to involuntarily gyrate. She broke her lips away from mine, but her body still thrust into mine. When she regained her composure. I could tell she was VERY embarrassed by her thrusts at the end of our make out session. I told her that she was amazing and that she was a wonderful kisser while I played with her hair which made her feel better about her thrusts. But even though it was dark out at this point and the area was pretty much void of other people, I instinctively knew that she had grown apprehensive about continuing to kiss in public. I took her hand and walked her back to her car. I kissed her goodnight and asked her if we could go out again. She immediately responded, that she and her family would be at temple during the day on Saturday, but that we could do something Saturday night. Right then and there I knew that she was going to be my girlfriend. Over the next several months, I took things very slow with her and our relationship flourished, but it only was able to grow more physical because of Shivani’s older sister Nishmi. Shivani eventually told her older sister Nishmi about our relationship and her sister was very curious about me and she quickly invited us both over for dinner. Luckily her sister really liked me and was more than willing to cover for Shivani and me. So every weekend, Shivani and Nishmi would tell their parents that Shivani was staying at Nishmi’s house so Shivani could spend the night(s) with me. The first couple times she spent the night, I only took her shirt off, but I remember those simple times of playing with her breasts and cuddling under the sheets fondly. Eventually one night, I removed all her clothes and fingered her(At this point, sex was a hard no for her). It definitely took sometime for Shivani and me to learn her body, but eventually one weekend she came hard and I had never been so proud to see a large wet spot on my sheets. Luckily for me, after I gave her an orgasm, she began to give me hand jobs which evolved into her becoming very proactive in giving me blow jobs. During this phase of our relationship, she had this weird rule that one of us always had to have our pants on at all times. For example, If I was giving her oral, I had to have my pants on because she had her pants off. likewise, if she was giving me a hand job, she had to have her pants on. She was a very affectionate partner at this point, but extremely terrified at the possibility of getting pregnant and she took no birth control at this point. 8 months into our relationship, I had become very skilled at pleasuring her with my hands and mouth to the point where I usually left her sprawled out on the bed in a state of ecstasy mixed with self-conscious surprise at the amount of liquid to escape her body. Originally, she wanted to wait until marriage to have sex, but at this point in our relationship, she absolutely craved it. She went to her doctor and got on the pill while I got brand new condoms because she said the ones that I already had might be too old…. She made me throw them away(such a waste of money). I wanted to make her first time special so I got a hotel and took her to a very nice dinner before. While I was experienced sexually, I had never actually taken anyones virginity before besides this one girl, but after popping Shivani’s cherry I think that one girl was probably lying. When we got to the room, she sat on the bed and took off her stiletto heels. I stood her up and slowly took off her dress before somewhat eagerly laying her out on the bed. Surprised by how strong my sexual drive was, I told myself to cool my jets as I wanted to take my time with the foreplay to make sure Shivani had a gentle and pleasant experience for her first time. Shivani laughed and giggled when I threw her on the bed, she was giddy and silly from the anticipation. I reached to take off her bra, but she quickly took it off anticipating my desire. I took off my shirt and moved on top of her. Shivani’s body was the perfect combination of fit and soft that you just want from a women. I worked her body vigorously, touching my hands all over her frame, groping her ass, caressing her tits, kissing her neck. I slipped off her panties and she eagerly spread her legs. I pulled off my boxers and slipped on a condom. I remembered that she was a virgin and I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and placed it under her fanny and hips. My fingers touched her to make sure she was plenty wet before I entered her. As wet as she was, her slit remained very tight, Shivani’s snatch felt like heaven with every push, but I went gently as I could see a mix of pleasure and pain in her eyes with every thrust. I usually last longer, but after only a couple minutes I busted my load. She had bled minimally, but I don’t think she came anywhere close to having an orgasm. But the rest of the night until we fell asleep she stared deeply into my eyes and held me tight and I knew that she had never had feelings for any other man, the way she had feeling for me. We had sex again in the morning and it was better for her, We continued to have sex until finally she began to really enjoy it. And this is where the real story begins. A couple months into 2018, Shivani told her parents that she had to go a tech conference somewhere, but she really just stayed with me and worked remotely from my apartment. We fucked like rabbits during that week whenever I was home from work. Her parents didn’t think she was getting back until that Sunday night, but we decided to go see Nishmi and her husband at their house on Friday night. Shivani was dressed and ready to go as soon as I got home from work at like 4 pm, she was wearing a blouse and black pants. We sat down at my kitchen table and talked until around 4:30 when i needed to get ready. I took off my shoes and clothes to jump in the shower, but she saw a pimple or black head on my back and insisted that she pop it. So I sat reverse on the wooden chair in nothing but my underwear and let her have at it. As she was sitting behind me, I started to do an imitation of her sister. She began to laugh. Then she pricked my back hard with her nails and I screeched in a high tone. This made her start laughing quite dramatically. I fake got mad at her for harming my back which made her laugh more. She started to say loudly between giggles, “Doug, stop, please”. But I kept making her laugh until she said loudly, “Please I have to pee, stop please stop.” Shivani’s favorite western tv show is the Office and she usually got a kick out of my Dwight impression. I swiveled in my chair and stared right into her eyes, as she pressed a firm hand into her crotch and I said, “20 minutes a day Jim, thats all it takes!” I swung in my chair so that my bare feet could reach the table and I picked up my water glass with my bare feet before continuing, “And i’ll have the pedi-dexterity of a chimp and you’ll be sitting there like an idiot!” I stared dead pan at her while sipping my water, she absolutely went mental with laughter and after few moments I heard her gasp, “Doug, I am peeing! I’m peeing!” I started laughing with her, but I honestly didn’t believe her at first. But I then heard a slight splash on my kitchen floor, she cusped her mouth in disbelief while her other hand remained thrust between her legs as pee trickled from her lap, off the chair, and onto the floor. I just stared at her mesmerized as she sat there emptying her bladder. I had been fantasizing about a moment like this for a longtime and I am both ashamed and sorta happy to say that I straight up jizzed in my pants watching her have this accident. I literally had a full on orgasm. Eventually she regained control and looked at me smiling but extremely embarrassed, “Oh my, I can’t believe that I did that. I was just laughing too hard and I couldn’t stop.” I quickly got up and tried to put my hand on her shoulder but she sorta recoiled her body like please don’t touch me I am disgusting. But I persisted and crouched down and put my hand on her shoulders and reassured her that I thought she was beautiful, that I loved her, and that I thought it was awesome to have made her laugh so hard that she peed her pants. She honestly wasn’t very embarrassed after a moment, but she insisted that I not help her clean up the mess. I leaned on the banister/divider thing that separated my kitchen from my family room and watched mesmerized as my beautiful girlfriend cleaned up her puddle of pee in urine soaked pants. Before she finished cleaning she grew annoyed or uncomfortable in her pee pants, so she took off her knickers and pants to finish cleaning(she wasn’t wearing shoes or socks when she had her accident). As I took her soiled garments to put them in the wash, I realized that my cum had leaked through my boxers very noticeably when I reached the washing machine. I didn’t think Shivani had noticed at the time and at this point, she didn’t know about my fetish and I wanted it that way. So I threw my jizz boxers in the wash and cleaned my cum laden dick with the dry part of her pee pants. When I returned to the kitchen I giggled somewhat sadistically at the site of her bare ass hanging out as she cleaned my chairs with paper towels and clorox. When she heard me giggle she quickly screeched back, “oooh, Doug Shut Up!” but after she yelled at me, she turned around and gave me an embarrassed but devious smile. After she was done cleaning up, we went to the bathroom and took a shower together. I could tell that she still felt a lot of shame at her accident, but she eventually loosened up to my touch and I think she realized by my affections, that she had done nothing to jeopardize the relationship. I took her from behind in the shower a sbraced herself against the shower wall. She bent her head back every now and then to get a kiss. I remember how beautiful she looked in that moment, her hair wet and slicked back, her eyes full of ecstasy and relief, water droplets clung to her skin. When I came, I surpassingly came pretty hard considering I had jizzed my pants 10 minutes prior. We got changed and began our journey to her sisters house which was like a 45 minute drive. During the drive she confessed that she had leaked in her panties on many occasions during University laughing too hard or during badminton matches, but she claimed and insisted that she had never wet herself like that since secondary school(high school). I asked, “Why did you wet yourself in Secondary School?” She sharply replied, “I never wet myself at school!” I carefully asked, “Well then what happened?” She didn’t respond, she just stared ahead as she drove. So I didn’t push the issue even though I was very curious about her mysterious past experience. We sorta just enjoyed the silence as she drove for most of the journey. I used my left hand to caress her legs and play with her hair every so often as she drove and I daydreamed. Every time I gave her affection, I would glance at her face and watch her break into a smirk. She loved it when I gave her playful affection during the day, especially when I played with her hair, and I loved watching her eyes light up as her smile always gave me joy. When we were extremely close, like maybe five minutes away. I caressed her legs from her knee to her hip, but instead of the usual smile, she exhaled deeply, bitting her top lip with eyes slightly pained. At this point in our relationship, I knew Shivani very well, including all her facial tells. She bit her bottom lip when she was horny, she sucked in her lips like she had bitten into a lemon when she was annoyed or frustrated, and she always bit her top lip and had long breaths when she needed a wee. I gently asked her what was wrong. She glanced at me with anxious eyes before returning her gaze at the road. She bit her top lip again and lifted her head back to exhale before reluctantly saying in a meek tone, “I really have to pee.” I waited a moment before jovially exclaiming, “Again!?!”. She laughed slightly, before turning and waging her index finger in my face like I was a naughty school boy and firmly said, “Stop, don’t make me laugh.” She then flipped my hand off her thigh and gave a look that said, “I love you, but I can’t be touched right now.” Then after a another minute or two, Shivani took her right hand off the steering wheel and placed it firmly into her crotch until we arrived at her sisters house. I told her that I would get our stuff out of the car and she bolted to the front door to relieve herself. Shivani had made some sweet potato dish and I had brought some bottles of wine for me, Nishmi and her husband. As soon as I got into the house, I began talking to Nishmi and found out that her husband had gotten called into work as he was the software developer on call that week. After I saw Nishmi’s smile, I knew we were going to drink hard tonight. So Shivani didn’t drink alcohol as was her peoples custom concerning women, but Nishmi, loved to drink! Her husband allowed her to drink every now and then, but if she had more than two glasses in an evening, you could tell he was peeved. In the past, whenever it was the three of us without her husband, Nishmi and I had gotten pretty drunk, not blackout drunk, but drunk enough to be a bit sloppy. Nishmi and I had already started drinking when Shivani returned from the bathroom. Nishmi said something in Hindi and Shivani turned bright red. Nishmi turned to me as if i had understood their conversation and said, “It can be a long drive”. Shivani gave me an embarrassed secretive look that translated to: “don’t tell my sister anything!”. So, I basically stared out the window drinking wine for like 30 minutes as the two sisters conversed in Hindi until dinner. After dinner, we all sat on the floor around a coffee table talking and playing a drinking game. Every time Shivani had to drink, I would just drink for her which got me pretty drunk that evening. Shivani was drinking tea and water, but after she got back from the bathroom for the second time, not counting the first time she rushed into the house from the car to relieve herself, her sister began to comment on it. Nishmi asked to Shivani, “Why are you going to the bathroom so much?” At the comment, I drunkenly started to laugh. Both sisters shot me a glance, Shivani eyes were hot coals, she glanced at me like I was an insolent child about to do something incredibly naughty, her sister gave me a look of supreme curiosity the begged me to go on. I loudly exclaimed, “ Well she has had a bit of a weak bladder lately.” And I giggled to myself. With that comment Nishmi nagged Shivani to tell her what happened. It was amusing to watch an eruption of hindi as Shivani tried to desist Nishmi’s aggressive inquiry. Finally, I knew Shivani had yielded and told her sister the story when Nishmi clutched her side and fell over laughing. As Nishmi laid on her back laughing, a red faced Shivani got up and perched herself in my lap, clinging to my body as she told off her amused sister in hindi. I was surprised to have her in my lap, this was by far the most physical affection she had ever shown me in front of someone she knew, let alone a family member. Even though she was embarrassed it was really wholesome to have her in my lap and I relished comforting her in my arms. Eventually, Nishmi calmed down and sat up and began talking in english, “Well, Doug if your going to be part of the family. It was only a matter of time before you found out about Shivani’s little problem.” I felt Shivani’s whole body stiffen in my lap and she pleaded in Hindi to Nishmi. But I could tell by the look in Nishmi’s eye that she was going to spill the beans… To be Continued

Well, this just happened most unexpectedly. Sound asleep throughout the night, stir slightly awake around 1, so I check my alarm to see what time it is, unaware of any need of anything. With that complete, I roll over and go back to sleep. Cut to about an hour later (which as of this writing is about 25 minutes ago) I faintly recall having some kind of mini-dream where I know that I'm peeing (don't remember if it's it's a toilet or outside) but I just remember feeling very relieved. In that sleep state, however, I can feel that something isn't right, as something feels odd by my right leg. That's when the thought rushes to my brain: my peeing in the bed. I sit straight up like a zombie rising from the grave (good topical reference, right?) and rush straight for the bathroom. I finish the pissing job I apparently started in the bed, frustrated and embarrassed at myself for letting this happen, since I hadn't done this is around 5 years. After I finish, I figure I'll just spray the clothes off and hang them up until I can wash them later on. Then the other bit of dread sinks in: did I actually get any on the bed? So I head back to the room, hoping that I got up quick enough to catch the flow before any major accident occurred. I feel around in the darkness, and find a damp spot. Cursing, I think, "okay, annoying, but nothing too bad." Then I notice the spot goes downward. Curious, I flip on the light and just feel my heart sink. I hadn't just had a little accident. My right side of my butt, thigh, and the entirety of the side of the bed were completely drenched, even to the point where some pee had gotten on my work shirt. I just stood there frozen. I must have been peeing a good 30 seconds before I woke up, which is surprising that I still had to go when I actually got up. Frustratingly, I jmused some wipes to try and clean up as much as I could, though I don't know how much of a dent I actually put into it. All I know is there's a few things that are going to need a good washing very soon. (Live editor's note) so I just used the bathroom for a 2nd time now, and could probably stand a shower now. Also gotta pick out some new clothes, as my previous ones need a little tending to. But that's my unexpected story for this morning. And the unfortunate victims of this incident: my clothes.

A long time ago, I wrote a series of short stories in the post "Unforgettable, Wettable Sister" which included stories my sister "Lily" had told to me and a few I witnessed. But I forgot one. Also will write the last 2-3 stories from school and one other that happened (different girls) in later replies. . Brief overview, Lily had short hair most of the time, brown hair and eyes, and has been pretty skinny her whole life, she's a year and a half younger than me. When I was in 2nd - 3rd grade and just before 4th, we had two other girls, next door neighbors, sisters, one my age and the other 3 grades older, both who became endearing childhood friends of me and my sister, though mostly her. Sometimes we'd have sleepovers and our mothers would babysit for each other. On this day in particular the sisters were sleeping over and due to limited room, they all slept in the same bed. Now it was unusual that Lily would get up in the middle of the night to pee, but when you're staying up late drinking soda, I guess it makes things different. She recalled to me (I asked for a lot of details since I was into omorashi) having a dream about trying to find a toilet that wasn't broken, going to different rooms and entire buildings full of toilets in wide open areas but none would work or were private enough. Eventually, she woke up, with each friend of hers on either side. Lily stiffened up after quickly realizing she had to pee in real life. Laying on her back, she gently slipped her right arm under the sheets to grab herself over her light pink, fleece night gown. As her desperation grew, she clamed her hand with both legs, trying to squeeze shut. Lily didn't want to get up since doing so could wake her friends. She started trembling while trying to lie very still. She could feel her bladder lurching, ready to leak it's contents. She got tired and then, after awhile, her urge disappeared. She just stopped feeling the need to go. Triumphant, she let go and feel asleep. Once again, she woke up awhile later, but this time, she woke up to straining pain down below. She could feel her swollen bladder fill to high capacity, bulging like a balloon ready to pop. She reached her arms under the covers and crossed her legs over both hands burying down to clutch tightly. She hoped that either the sun would come up, her friend on the edge would wake up, or she could just wait it out like earlier. Lily fidgeted, feeling a steaming spurt lick her flowery, silken, bluish-teal panties. She began rubbing a wrist to dig in and hopefully hold it back better. Another, slightly longer leak. She pinched her face, rubbing her legs slowly together. Then Lily felt another spasm bleed into her night gown around her wrist, she hissed a little, it sputtered and spit out a little more, and again, she kept regaining control, but it was a losing battle. Lily finally told herself she couldn't stand it anymore and was going to try sliding down to the foot of the bed to leave. She scooted a little and stopped to see if either friend noticed. Then she felt it suddenly spear through her, spraying into her panties, soaking the bottom of her thick fleece pink night gown, and begin spreading out on the bedsheets. Her wrist and fingers uselessly kept their ground against the tide, pressing the top folded-in part of her gown into the flow to be drenched with the rest. She felt the warmth crawl up her back and spread around the back of her legs. She laid there, on her back, breathing hard and steady. After peeing seeming forever, she lifted her head to check and see if it was visible on the blanket. It didn't seem bad, if at all. She hoped that maybe she would be the only one who would feel it, and so she went back to sleep. I remember waking up and walking by her room with her two friends and my sister there laughing while looking at the sheets, though by then thry had all taken a shower and changed. "Oh my gosh!" the girl my age exclaimed. "I can't believe you peed!" "What happened?" I asked. "Your sister like, totally wet the bed last night. It was like a water fountain in there!" Luckily they only did light teasing and weren't mad about it, but the other two girls did certainly notice, and both got a little wet in the process.

Wet the Bed Friday night, my husband and I decided that we would go out with some friends for drinks after work. So we met up with them at a lovely trendy craft beer place, and ordered flight after flight of tasters. I ended up trying a ton of different beers – some good, some clearly trying too hard, but that’s how it goes with craft beer. I was still in my work clothes (in this case a black pencil skirt, cotton panties, and a purple blouse) and was getting pretty sloppy. For those of you who will know me, I’ve got a tendency to be a slightly sloppy drunk. Well, we were 4 (or maybe 5) flights in, and my hubby wrapped things up and called us a cab (an hour long Skytrain ride would have resulted in me getting up to some bad behaviour on the train, I’m sure, or having a public accident. My husband is well aware of my sloppy drunken tendencies, and often takes care of me in these situations, making sure I don’t have more, and helping me get ready for bed (which if I’ve been drinking means getting me into a diaper). Well tonight, he was about as drunk as I was, it was a long week for him and he was helping to finish off the stronger beers, and some of those craft beers are pretty strong (one particular imperial IPA comes to mind... sort of). Anyhow, he had it together to get us a cab and home, but once we were home, we were both pretty wired, so we ended up making a couple of gin and tonics, and watching Netflix on the couch. At some god awful hour, we decided to head to be, though I have only vague recollections of this. Before this fateful time, we decided to have another gin and tonic, and my hubby, being British, made them strong. I don’t know what being British has to do with it, but he insists it’s some sort of national thing, particularly after a couple. We went to bed and I remember stripping naked, and possibly mumbling something like “Hun, I’m a bedwetting risk tonight, I should probably wear something.” And him brushing it off or I’m not sure what. Anyhow, I just crawled into bed and was out like a light. Not only did I not put on a diaper, but I also didn’t even go to the bathroom before crashing. I remember waking up, and feeling completely soaked, both the bedding underneath me, and my thighs and sex. I felt about and my inner thighs were very wet, like I had woken up while still peeing or having just finished. I still felt like I needed to pee urgently, and I remember staggering up, dripping everywhere, and peeing in the washroom. Slightly drunken and sleepy Rachel came back from the bathroom with a towel, and I put this down to lie on, and I went back to sleep. I don’t know how long I was out for, but I woke up some time later feeling wet again, either the pee from the bed had soaked through the towel, or, which was much more likely, I had wet the bed again. I was feeling sticky, and hot, and wet, and not a little surprised, as usually I sleep through these sorts of things and just wake up in the morning in a puddle. I should point out that on both of these occasions, my husband just lay next to me, snoring, oblivious. Also, on neither occasion had my wet spot reached him, or so it seemed. Anyhow, my bladder was empty, and I was sober. Mostly. I just wanted to get some sleep, but didn’t want a hangover and didn’t want to lay in a puddle. So I got up, had two moderate-sized glass of water, and put down my Peepod mat, something I should have done initially, and slid a Goodnite up my sticky legs. I then crashed out and slept the rest of the night. We ended up sleeping in to about 11 am, which was lovely, though every time my husband tried to cuddle, I kept him away, worried he’d roll into my puddle. When I say we slept in to 11am, I should note that I woke up again at about 9 am and found my Goodnite wet and my legs still sticky and uncomfortable. I opted to just leave it on, and roll over, already a mess. When we finally did get up, my husband was almost oblivious to the fact that I’d had a major bedwetting accident beside him. Even after I said that I was going to do the laundry apologetically, he didn’t clue in. It was only after he had woken up a little, rolled over and felt me on the dry, Peepod pad, that he remembered that my wetting the bed might have been a worry, and then he only realized that the Peepod was concealing a large puddle, after I told him apologetically. I got up and stripped the bed, still wearing my wet Goodnite. I enjoyed the feeling of shame that is associated with stripping a wet bed in the morning, magnified by my being in a wet Goodnite. It was only after all the wet sheets, the towel, the Peepod pad and the ‘waterproof’ mattress cover were stripped did I realize that the mattress cover had failed to do its job and that the mattress was wet. As you can see from these pictures I snapped during the process, this was certainly not the first time that I have wet our bed, and that when my bedwetting issues cropped up again, that we had trouble finding a good mattress cover. Anyhow, still wearing nothing but a wet Goodnite, I made my way to the bathroom to shower. My legs were sticky with sweat (as it had been a hot night), and pee (as I’d wet the bed three times). The good news was that the water seemed to have helped and I was not hung over. Or at least not all that much. I showered off, had some breakfast and tea. Thinking about the evening, my feelings of shame waking up in the morning, and all the complicated emotions that I have around bedwetting made me very aroused and I will admit to bringing myself to orgasm while ridding my hung-over husband, who needed some coaxing, given his hangover. I’ve not wet the bed unintentionally in a while, I thought I’d share. Rach

Authors Note: This story is obviously exaggerated and has numerous elements of fiction. But this fictional account is the only possible way that I can describe my most surreal of intimate experiences. This is my first and only time successfully sharing/experiencing my interest in omorashi with another human being in an intimate way. The dialogue for the most part is from an actual event that this fictional story is based off of. Warning: the first part will be very, very tame, the proceeding parts will have the good stuff. PART 1 During the day, I gamed. Alone, the hours were eaten away by clicks and strokes on my keyboard. Instances barraged my foes while my eyes stayed glued to the monitor. How much easier I thought, these worlds where social interactions are quantified not by emotions, but by numbers. But I was alone, and as evening came I yearned to some degree for social interaction. I met my friends at a local dive bar where we usually sit outside, smoking, drinking, and listening to each other’s small talk. I usually enjoy these conversations but sometimes I just get introverted and retreat inward, alienating myself from the conversation. And I guess somewhere during the evening my eyes blanked and my head went to the clouds. “Michael, what’s wrong?” My friend Maya asked concerned. “Nothing” I answered. “Then why don’t you have your happy face on?” Maya teased. I looked at myself in the reflection of my beer glass. I saw my grimacing look of discontent but with my eyes so curious beaming back at me. Seeing my expression made me feel a wondrous melancholy that seemed so foreign with a weird sense of déjà vu. I looked at Maya and said with the same expression ingrained on my face, my eyes radiating with melancholy “This is my happy face!” After a slight pause, everyone at the table laughed and I even had to crack a smile. “That was a pretty good Cristina Ricci face” Ryan, Maya’s brother said. Everyone gave Ryan a confused look, not sure what he meant. “Come on, you guys have seen that meme, that one with Christina Ricci from the Adam’s family movie making that face?” Ryan protested in disbelief. He finally pulled the meme up on his Phone, sporting Wednesday Adams making the same face I had with the caption “This is my Happy Face” Everyone quickly agreed that I had basically mimicked the meme. I shrugged my shoulders, “I must have stolen that line from Wednesday. I love that movie, probably one of the best movies of all time,” I admitted. I joined back in the discussion, but soon the chatter became a haze to my ears and I met Maya’s eyes. We both could tell that the other was over the scene, and without speaking a word we left together. Once in my car, we decided to go to Chipotle since neither one of us had eaten dinner yet. We each ordered Burrito’s and took a seat at a table. Maya is a very intelligent, well spoken, and a very witty girl, but she is also very weird and off socially, but in a good way. She has no real issue being very graphic, crude, or brash especially with me. And so now that we were not in earshot of her brother or our more judgmental friends, she told me about how she just loves getting her butt hole licked and how her most recent intimate engagement (she’s very promiscuous) had given her the best rim job ever. Too say the least, I couldn’t help laugh at her imitations and descriptions of her intimate passion for butt hole licking. She soon got so ridiculous, that I just couldn’t look at her in the face without almost crying with laughter, so I gazed out across the restaurant as she continued to talk up an obscene storm. As my stare caught the patrons in line, I saw a figure with black hair and eye’s that… well, eyes that I noticed. I looked closer into her eyes, seeing what I knew all too well, but everything else about her was reminiscent of something that I once knew or forgot, something peculiar that I wanted to remember. She sat down with her tortilla bowl close to the trash bins. I was sure that she knew I was watching her, but for whatever reason I just couldn’t get my eyes off her. After sometime, my stare must have been too piercing. She looked up and met my gaze as my burrito ripped apart in my hand, spilling the contents on my tray. I looked down at my mess but then quickly back up at her. She half smiled at me but turned her gaze down at her food. I soon became desperate to talk to her, but my body and mouth were locked up in a nervous insecurity. I was caught up in a weird array of emotion, desire, and lust that boggled my mind like nothing I had ever experienced before. Maya stopped her rambling, noticing that my attention had shifted to someone else; she followed my gaze and quickly realized who had captured my attention. “Michael, what the fuck? That’s fucking Christina Ricci.” Maya exclaimed somehow in a whisper. “What, no its not.” “No, it fucking is!!! I watch Pan Am like all the time, I would recognize her anywhere. I swear Michael, it is” Maya insisted. I looked at her and definitely recognized the similarity, but it seemed too coincidental. I mean we were in Newport which is close enough to LA to be possible, but... I couldn’t believe that it was really her, it would just be too surreal I thought. “Um, I don’t know Maya, she looks the part, but what the hell, we are at chipotle. What the fuck would she be doing her?” I said somewhat distraught. “Um eating? (laughs) You have to go talk to her!” Maya said slightly laughing. I definitely had a strong desire too, but I didn’t want to admit it to Maya for whatever reason. “You go talk to her!” I said defensively. Maya just laughed as I sat there not sure that I had the courage to approach her… I wasn’t even sure that I should. After some time, I got up to throw away my burrito mound, I accidentally created on my trey. As I began to walk over, she got up and quickly threw her half eaten tortilla bowl away. Yet she lingered, or it seemed to me that she waited. I stared down at the linoleum as I put my hand behind my head, rubbing and frizzing my hair. It will be fine, you’re fine, she will know, you seem.. fine, I thought. Straightening up, I walked over quickly, she turns to me. We both stop still as our gazes create an awkward void that draws me closer while also creating this strong instinct in my being to escape. I breath out heavily, then mumbling nervously far too loud, “aww, umm, thi-s, a, a this, this is my happy face!” I force my previously made face stare at her, reflecting all my melancholy, yet my eyes; our glance continues to create this awkward ambiance that pulls me closer still to her. My stare drives deeper into her. She for a moment mimics the same look. But then quickly breaks into a smiles and giggles, her body swaying, hands and fingers thick into her hair, with her head bent down, her body angled to the side she looks back as she says, “That, (laughs), that was, so… that was so bad, so awkward” Taking her hand out of her hair, she straightens her body up and turns her pose completely toward me smiling with a sort of warm inviting grace and finishes with, “That was so bad, it was hot”, she says slightly giggling. But then she quickly looks back down angling her body slightly askew. With that moment I felt encouraged, I wouldn’t let it go. I felt less alone and so… well I decided to pursue her, to what end or rather what was my end game… I didn’t know, but I was determined. I stared up at her and raised my hand and asked, “High Five?” She laughed and weakly put up her hand and gave me a high five with a slight giggle. I then asked her, “Did you ever watch Land Before Time?” She smiled, responding, “Yeah, that cartoon with the dinosaurs?” “Yeah, that show changed my life, I really related to Little Foot.” I said. She covered her face and laughed before giving me a warm look that had elements of slight confusion. “I always really liked Ducky, she was my favorite.” She stated tittering and swaying on her feet, she swayed with a smile, but then seemed to get overwhelmed with the situation and turned to leave, but I quickly asked, “Did you ever wet your bed?” She turned back around and with curiosity beaming from her eyes freckled with hints of desire, but her expression gave a look of suspicion. She coolly stated, “Yeah, I used to wet my bed a lot.” My eyes and face lite up with the response and I responded, “That’s hot!” Her face became riddled with confusion and excitement, “What? Why!?!” I shrugged my shoulders and plainly said, “It just is, I guess.” She paused with a contorted smile on her face but her eyes were a fire with a strange excitement, “That’s so gross!” She then turned to leave, but after taking a step, she looked back at me over her shoulder with a cute grin. She turned back around nervously giggling and asked, “Wait? What was your name?” PART 2 (Coming Soon)

Here's a video I found at the Pee Movie Database in their downloads section that doesn't seem to have made its way over here yet. In the time I've had it it's become one of my favorites. It's one of the most natural looking bedwettings captured on film - this girl pees a solid 30 seconds before her stream starts to break, and even then her anatomy quivers and moves the exact way you would expect a bladder deciding it's time to go and empty itself, even if its body appears to be fast asleep. I love the way her belly rises with each breath, also forcing urine out of her creating a higher arch. Beautiful sounds, a great angle that stays in focus, this one is a diamond. Enjoy it! 480_600_bIHyu-S430-.mp4

Well, last night, being Friday, my husband and I went out with friends and had a good number of drinks. Once we got home, we worked our way through a couple more drinks, and I got myself good and plastered. My hubby took good care of me (and was significantly less drunk), he made sure I was changed into a diaper before bed, being well aware of my tendency to wet the bed when I've had a few too many. A couple of weeks ago I got a big cushy pack of Rearz Lil' Monsters Diaper and the pack was sitting around. Now normally when I'm drinking and a bedwetting risk, my hubby will just help me pull on a Goodnite, but not last night. I asked him this morning and he said that I wasn't cooperating with the pullup and also that I had a bunch of water before bed and didn't use the toilet, which made him worry that I might wet more than once. My heart swelled when he told me this, because, well, it just seemed like he had adopted a daddy role, and the thought he put into keeping me dry made me feel like a special little girl. He also put down our Peepod pad, just in case. https://rearz.ca/lil-monsters-diapers/ Well, this morning I woke up absolutely soaked. My sleep had been filled with diaper and wetting dreams - a series of very hot fantasies, with lots of wettings and embarrassing incidents. The big bulky Lil' Monster diaper I was wearing was completely soaked, and there as a considerable wet spot on the pad. I was wearing nothing but the diaper, and my legs and hips were wet with pee. I was very groggy in the morning, but remember telling my hubby "I made my monsters into sea monsters... no, into pee-monsters." I undid the diaper and immediately went into the shower. Here is the diaper and wet pad. Hope you all have a great weekend! Rach p.s. The diapers look adorable but they fit very big and also the tapes were not very sticky by morning (though I did like soak it at least twice), and it leaked in between my legs. These are not the best diapers for keeping the bed dry, but great for padding about the house as a little.

Since I've consistently wet the bed for the past months, I was inspired to build a sensor that would record when and how much I wet during the night, just out of curiosity. I used my Arduino and the temperature sensor from my circuits lab kit to do this. By waterproofing the sensor and putting it inside my protection, I could record the temperature change from my wetting and see how long it lasted. From this, I could calculate the volume of the wetting by multiplying the average bladder emptying rate for females (18ml/s) by the time. A night while I was doing this experiment would go like this: I'd pee, brush my teeth, and change into my sleepshirt and abena, but with the sensor taped to the inside. The Arduino was held to my calf by a knee sock. Then I'd go to bed, and eventually fall asleep. In the morning, I'd change out of my protection and plug my Arduino into my laptop to download the data in memory. I wrote a program for the Arduino that logged when the sensor was above the temperature threshold, for how long, and calculated the estimated volume for me along with a total for the night. For one night, I got this data: After going to bed around 10pm, the sensor picked up one wetting at 1:16am for 23s/414ml, and one at 4:57am for 19s/342ml, totalling 756ml. I woke up around 6:30am. The data I got from other nights continued this pattern, with two wettings each night, about three hours apart.

So there are a couple of blogs about bedwetting that I've been following for a while. The first is a blog by a Bedwetting Mom, who covered a lot of topics relevant to me back in the day. She also wrote well and covered a wide range of issues. Unfortunately, this blog has been defunct for more than a year now. It is unfortunate only because I enjoyed reading the content, but it is also fortunate, because the author stopped writing the blog because the medication she was eventually prescribed worked, and her bedwetting was reduced significantly. I hope she's doing well. There is another blog which started up a while back as well, written by the Bedwetting Traveller, which is more of advice for travelers who are bedwetters, and also includes reviews of hotels, based on their friendliness towards bedwetters. I thought this blog was defunct as it didn't have any new posts for many months, but it seems to have revived somewhat with a couple of new posts. I'd love to hear anyone follows any other similar or related blogs, and for those who are interested, check these two out.

Here is a drawing of a girl wetting the bed.

Leggings wetting.mp4 Sexy Xmas wetting.mp4 Wet Morning = Good Morning.mp4 Wet Dance = Sexy Dance.mp4

View File Sexy Nude Bedwetting Vids The title kind of says it all... Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 08/10/2018 Category Bedwetting  

View File Duct Tapped to Bed Wetting So this is from a prank site, a guy duct tapes his girl friend to the bed and she get increasingly desperate, until she gets released but too late! Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 08/10/2018 Category Bedwetting  

After a week of work, I have finished a complete animation involving wetting and hypnosis. The Animation is voiced (sub only), has sfx and Background Music. This is my first work fully using Photoshop for an Animation (there's a previous one, but I used mostly gimp, I am sure you will easily be able to find it on this board). Here's a quick summary pick to have a look at it before you download the whole thing. The vid contains a lot of inner resisting monologue as you can see and yes, it's all voiced in japanese. The commands given to Arisa (the sub) are of the caliber that makes her scream and beg to not do this to her, so expect that when you watch it. The original Art comes from Tokubetsu Jugyou 3SLG (the Eroge) released by Bishop and so does the voice of the sub, though the voicelines have been rearranged and modified. So without any further teasing, here is the vid: Arisa_hypnosys_final.mp4 If you are not able to download it or don't want to, you can watch it directly on dropbox as well: https://www.dropbox.com/s/vuy2scercwa2q1u/Arisa_hypnosys_final.mp4?dl=0 Please leave a lot of comments if you like it and if not, let me know too.

Let me begin by saying bedwetting isn't my thing. I can't recall a time where I've ever wet the bed on accident or on purpose. I'd never do it on purpose after what happened to me last weekend. I got very drunk and was sick and apparently I was fighting with my gf. I don't remember much. I ended up sleeping on the couch naked. When I awoke, it was 7 in the morning and I was soaked. I was hoping it was sweat but somehow I knew better. I had pissed in my sleep! I made a huge mess on the couch and I'm still trying to get the smell out of the cushions (not sure if it's possible). It was not fun and something I don't ever want to do again. I had to tell my gf when I left the couch to get some more sleep in the bed. I smelled pretty bad too. She won't stop giving me hell about it. She knows of my interest in wetting but doesn't share our fetish.

When bed is toilet

This is a HP omo I've been writing forever. It's extremely long at this point, and I doubt anyone will be interested in reading the entire thing, but I know I'm always looking for male HP omo, so I thought I might as well post my own. The story covers a lot, and goes from mainly dealing with Harry/Draco, to a split story involving Snape caring for a de-aged Harry/Draco. There's some Ron/Hermione stuff going on in later chapters as well. Just as a warning, the first chapters deal with some darker themes that I think are necessary for the story's beginning. This mainly involves child abuse at the hands of Lucius and the Dursleys, but please keep in mind that the rest of the story is not this violent or intense. I just needed to create a sense of vulnerability in order to get the characters to where I wanted them, so please don't judge just on this one chapter--the rest of the story is much different! Please let me know if you'd like to see more, and I'll be happy to post the next chapters! This chapter is insanely long, but I couldn't find a good way to split it up! Chapter 1: Harry sighed as he hurried to dinner with Ron, dreading the detention he would be forced to endure after they ate. Only Professor Snape would force students into detention the night before the summer vacation was to begin. While the other teachers allowed students the freedom to reflect on their year and all that they had learned, essentially neglecting to teach anything at all that last day of term, the Potions Master had assigned a potion far more advanced than what had characteristically been asked of sixth years. Attempting the potion had placed all of the students on edge, who knew that Snape would more than likely take any opportunity he could to fail them all at the last moment. It was no surprise, then, that as soon as Draco began in on his taunting games, Harry barely stood it for two moments before speaking back to the blonde boy. The argument escalated into the two boys going at each other, and Draco intentionally knocking over Harry’s cauldron filled with the beginnings of his potion. Snape had been furious, insisting that another student could have been seriously harmed by the contents of Harry’s cauldron, and chided Harry for riling Draco up. They had both been sentenced to a night of detention. “If I could hold you here past the end of term,” Snape had sneered, “I would.” It was five minutes to seven by the time Harry finally decided to leave the dining hall. He said a cursory "goodbye" to as many people as he could before hurrying out of the large oak doors and literally running to the dungeons. Draco was there when he arrived, sitting straight-backed in a chair with his hands folded on his lap in front of him, obviously intending to embarrass Harry for being the second to arrive. Harry sneered at the blonde before taking the other seat, next to Draco. Professor Snape entered his office shortly thereafter, carrying what looked like a stone basin and placing it on his desk. Harry recognized the object as a pensieve. "The two of you provide me with more problems than any other students in my classes. Would either of you care to enlighten us as to why?" He asked. The boys blinked blankly at him, knowing any answer they could think of would more than likely enrage their professor. He didn’t exactly give off the impression of being in a good mood. "Mr. Potter?" Snape prompted, his black eyes boring into the boy. "I don't know, sir," Harry answered, trying hard to meet the gaze and not look away. "Hm." He said, not pleased. "Mr. Malfoy?" "We're different people, sir," Draco answered after a moment, not daring to mention that he thought Harry was the scum of the earth and didn't deserve any of the fame he found at Hogwarts. "Ah. Different people," Snape mocked. "So that means that every person who is different from another should show the same disrespect towards me that the two of you do, Mr. Malfoy?" "N-no, sir, of course not," Draco mumbled, wishing that he had simply given a cheap answer, like Potter had. Snape sighed, leaning forward in his chair and onto his desk, making the boys uncomfortable. "Well, we're going to try something different today, something suggested to me by your head of house, actually, Mr. Potter." The boys watched nervously, wondering how bad their punishment would be, as Snape pushed forward the stone basin, took out a corked bottle filled with a shimmery fog-like substance and placed it next to the basin. "What is this?" He asked. "A pensive, sir," Harry answered after leaving Draco a moment to chime in. "Ah. Finally a right answer, Mr. Potter," Snape teased, eliciting a stifled snicker from Draco which the professor ignored. "A pensive," Snape continued, "that will allow us to see that you are not so different after all. Let me warn you, you will not like what you are going to see. Embarrassment is the word for tonight's detention, as eliciting every other emotion from the two of you has not yet worked. I keep finding myself suffering through detentions for the sole purpose of disciplining you two miscreants, and I do not intend to continue in this manner. I hope that you will be embarrassed enough by what you will see that you will refrain from misbehaving, as another infraction will result in further embarrassing knowledge imparted to both myself and your fellow student. We are going to enter into your memories, and find your most embarrassing moments. Mind you, I have no idea what these are, perhaps the two of you don't either. Maybe you're thinking that you don't have an embarrassing moment. We shall see." By now Harry and Draco were extremely nervous, hearts beating quickly as they thought about what their teacher and enemy would soon know about them. "Mr. Malfoy, by spilling Mr. Potter’s potion today, you won yourself the position of going first." Malfoy swallowed audibly, "Yes, sir," he choked out. Snape lifted his wand towards Draco, mumbled a spell, and silently pulled a strand of memory from the boy’s mind. Before long, both Snape and Harry were inside the mind of Draco. They saw a large bedroom with a canopy bed in the middle of it... The three were entered into a memory from two years ago. Draco was fifteen years old, sleeping in a room that must have been his bedroom at his parents’ Manor House. It was a warm summer’s night, and Draco was dozing under little more than a thin sheet, the windows opened wide to let in a semblance of a breeze. Just as Harry was beginning to wonder if Snape had pulled the wrong memory, he watched the memory Draco begin to squirm around in bed and saw the unmistakable grasp the boy gave to his crotch. Draco obviously had to pee, but he was not yet awake. The real Draco wanted this to stop, was doing everything in his power to will the memory to change. He knew what was coming, and it was not something he wished to re-live in front of his most hated enemy and most revered Professor. He began to feel outrage against Professor Snape; this was a violation of privacy, and his father would not be pleased to learn of this mistreatment. But, as he continued to watch, he began to realize just what night this memory was from, and he knew he would never approach his father about that night. Curling into the fetal position, memory Draco pressed his thighs together and moved his hips from side to side. But, only a moment later, the boy relaxed and began peeing in bed. Draco’s cheeks flushed red. He knew exactly what it had felt like, the trickles of wetness snaking down his legs and streaming into the mattress until he was lying in a pool of urine. His underwear and shorts would become saturated, and he would wake in mid-stream, his heart beating quickly as he felt the shame and fear of what he was doing. Sure enough, a slightly abashed Snape and Harry saw as the memory-Draco woke slowly, and, realizing what was happening, sat up and grabbed at his crotch to stop the flow. But it was useless. The wetness spread fast around the boy, sheets darkening no matter how much Draco squeezed and squirmed. Harry had not been expecting this in the slightest, but little did he know it was all about to get much worse. “Does Master Draco need a change of clothing?” a voice whispered from the corner of the room. It was the Malfoy’s house elf, Dobby. Harry recognized him at once. Draco often let Dobby sleep in the corner of his room in the summer months because the kitchen reached extremely warm temperatures. He had forgotten that Dobby was in the room that night, but now he remembered that, if it weren’t for that stupid elf, he may have gotten away with it all. “Uhhh,” memory Draco mumbled, his heart beating fast when he realized he had already been caught. “No. No that’s alright, Dobby.” Dobby stood up to walk closer to Draco. “But Master Draco has used his bed,” Dobby told him. “He is all wet. Dobby will get clean sheets for the young Master.” “I don’t need them,” Draco whispered sharply. He did not want Dobby skittering around the house making noise. The elf was prone to knocking over vases in the hallway or falling off of the linen closet shelves. He was bound to wake up his parents. “Master Draco is sad that he messed his bed,” Dobby said, reaching forward to lay a hand on Draco’s. Draco yanked his arm away, cursing the fact that the elf was treating him as he had when he was five. “Dobby will clean him up in no time.” Draco shoved Dobby’s hand away from the bed. “F*** off and leave me alone!” Draco shot at Dobby in a tensely loud whisper. Dobby looked at Draco in surprise. He retreated back to the corner and burst into tears. Draco hurried out of bed and over to Dobby in an attempt to keep him from crying. “Dobby, shut up,” Draco said quite untactfully. The elf only cried louder. “Don’t cry, Dobby. I’m sorry. Just be quiet.” Draco glanced back and forth between the door and the crying house-elf, shushing him desperately. Dobby sunk to the floor and hid his face in his hands. “The young master doesn’t trust Dobby!” He wailed. “The young master forgets that Dobby changed his diapers!” Draco flushed red in embarrassment as the elf jumped up off the floor and ran to the closet. He opened the door and placed his fingers on the door jam, ready to close it tight against them. “Dobby has failed the young master,” he said, and slammed the closet door tight against his fingers, sending him screeching back in pain. “Stop that, Dobby!” Draco said, forgetting to whisper. He yanked at the house-elf, attempting to get him far away from the closet. He wrestled Dobby to the ground, attempting to pin his arms back above his head. He stopped when he heard a voice from above him. “What is the meaning of this?” Lucius boomed from the doorway. Draco’s heart sunk. His father stood at the entrance to his bedroom, enraged. “Father, I—“ “The young master has messed his bed,” Dobby said in an attempt to explain Draco’s actions and keep him from punishment. Despite his good intentions, Draco knew that it was the worst thing the elf could have said. “I do not appreciate being woken up in the middle of the night. Draco, come here,” Lucius ordered. He was so calm Draco knew he must be angrier than usual. Draco pushed himself off of the floor to stand next to Dobby, but stepped only a few inches closer to his father. “Come here,” Lucius said, pointing to the space next to him. Draco tried fruitlessly to cover his wet crotch with his hands as he walked next to his father. Lucius swatted his hands away, and Draco stood in his soaked shorts, the smell of urine strong on him. He had never wanted his father to hear him; he should have just let Dobby do what he wanted. Now, his father would be disappointed in him. He tried not to cry, blinking furiously to keep back the tears of shame. Lucius flipped on the lights and stared at the wetness spread across Draco’s crotch and down his legs. He cleared his throat and walked to the bed in the middle of the room, pulling back the sheet despite the fact that the wetness was clearly visible through it. He turned to Dobby and pointed for him to leave. The house-elf turned to go, giving a sympathetic glance towards Draco. After he had left, Lucius closed the bedroom door. “Draco, how old are you?” Lucius asked cooly, knowing the answer fully well. “Father—I’m sorry,” Draco mumbled. “It was---“ “How. old. are. you.” Lucius repeated, emphasizing each word in his anger. “Fifteen, father.” “And what have you just done?” Lucius stood closer than Draco would like. He had to fight against taking a step backwards towards the wall. “Father, I won’t--,” Draco began, his cheeks flushed red. He did not want to be forced any more embarrassment. He felt like he still had to pee and squeezed his crotch when his father was turned away. “What have you just done?” Lucius said louder, as close to yelling as he ever came. “I…I’ve had an accident,” Draco mumbled. Lucius stared down at him and stepped closer. That was not the answer he wanted. “I peed in my pants and my bed,” Draco said louder, his hands held out in front of him, begging him not to come closer. His father revelled in making Draco feel anything but a man, and Draco feared he was about to be hit. “My fifteen-year-old son will not show such a horrible lack of control. Apparantly he is still a pee-pants baby. When will you ever grow up and learn control?” Lucius barked, standing uncomfortably close to his son, glaring down at him. Draco hung his head, having nothing to say. His father grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to the wet bed. “I will not have a baby for a son,” he sneered. He shoved Draco against the bed. “Put your face in it.” Draco looked up at his father in disbelief. “Do it!” Lucius yelled. Slowly, Draco lowered his face onto the mattress. The pee still felt faintly warm. It wet his face and went up his nose. The plastic sheet his mother had placed on his bed when he was seven had kept the liquid from soaking down into the mattress. She had resorted to the muggle solution so that Lucius would not be able to detect the drying spells and become angry. The plastic sheet always shamed Draco. While at Hogwarts, he felt strong and grown-up. His attitude always shifted to that of a little boy as soon as he came home for a holiday and slept on the slippery plastic sheet. Lucius grabbed the back of Draco’s neck and shoved his face further into the bed. The smell of pee was too strong for Draco to take and he choked, his coughs wetting his lips and tongue with pee. “You’re a pee-pants baby. You’re not even a Malfoy. You’re nothing!” Lucius smacked Draco hard on his backside, spanking him despite the wetness spread across the seat of his pants. “I bet you like wetting yourself, you little pervert. You’re a weak-willed bed-wetter and you’ll never amount to anything!” Draco struggled against crying out as his father spanked him again and again. He held his crotch with one hand that he hoped his father didn’t see, knowing that if his father didn’t stop soon he was going to wet himself again. He thought his bladder was empty, but the fear suddenly made him afraid he would lose control while fully awake. He was relieved when Lucius stopped the spanking. However, If Draco had known the alternative, he would have gladly taken them without complaint. “If you like wetting yourself so much, why don’t you do it now?” Lucius asked. Draco looked up in confusion, pleading with his eyes for his father to leave him alone. He was caught between wanting to crawl under the bed and cry and wanting to slug his father in the face while he told him to screw off. “I’m sorry Father, it…it won’t happen again,” Draco promised. A flash of anger showed on Lucius’s face. He once again grabbed Draco by the back of the neck and shoved his face into the cooling pool of urine. “Do not make false promises,” he hissed into his ear. Without thinking, Draco yanked backwards, knocking his father in the chin with the back of his head. He hadn’t meant to hit against him; he had just been trying to get away. He just wanted to be left alone. He wasn’t a child, despite the soaked bed, and he didn’t appreciate being treated like one. When Draco turned to face his father, Lucius slapped him across the mouth. Caught unaware, Draco stumbled backwards. Instead of drawing more anger out of the boy with the violence, Draco was suddenly submissive once again. He had learned long ago that his father was stronger and meaner than he could ever be. Lucius dragged Draco to the center of the room and conjured a liter of water. “Drink this.” He ordered, passing the jug towards his son. Draco took the water in his hands hesitantly. “Drink!” Lucius yelled, approaching Draco as if he would hit him again. Draco quickly brought the bottle to his lips and began drinking. He chugged the water quickly, knowing his father would make things worse were he to dawdle. His stomach felt full very quickly, filling up with water and making him feel sick to his stomach. When he was only halfway done, he felt that he would not be able to drink anything more. Water began spilling down his front onto his t-shirt.. “All of it,” Lucius ordered. Draco swallowed the final gulps painfully, his stomach filled more than he could remember. “Recite the Malfoy values,” Lucius said. The Malfoys had long ago written up a list of values which their family prided themselves on. To Lucius, it was the Bible. He re-wrote the values, adding in his own ideas, and had them framed. A list hung in every room. Draco could see the values hung above his bed, but he did not need to read them; his father had made sure he knew them by heart long ago. “Respect for other Malfoys,” Draco began. “Control in all situations. Strength to overcome the weak. Loyalty to the true Lord. Manhood above all. Courage to achieve greatness.” “Repeat,” Lucius stated. Draco was made to stand in front of his father, who sat on the bench at the end of Draco’s bed, watching him recite the values for over half an hour. As he repeated the values, Draco knew exactly what it was his father was waiting for, and eventually Draco could not help but make it known that he had to pee. He doubted that he would have even needed the liter of water which his father forced him to drink in order to feel the need to pee; he had already needed to due to the fear his father placed upon him. Draco tried not to let his father know he was getting desperate, but he could not help shifting from side to side slightly. “What was that, again?” Draco cleared his throat and willed his bladder to behave. “Control in all situations,” Draco repeated. Lucius nodded. “Good,” he said. Draco stood silent, waiting for what his father would say next. He knew he had a plan in making him drink all the water. He knew there was no way Draco would be allowed to use the bathroom; he just hoped his Father would leave him alone to wet himself in private. “Now, pee.” Draco stared at his father and his whole face flushed red. “Wh-what?” Draco asked. He did not think he had heard his father correctly. “Spread your legs, and pee,” Lucius ordered. Draco got so nervous that he was forced to squeeze his crotch suddenly; he had been about to wet himself. Suddenly, he was four years old again, being ordered where and when to pee in Lucius’s twisted version of toilet training. Draco quickly pulled his hand away when he realized that now his father certainly knew that he was getting desperate. Draco had thought his father would make him hold his pee until he had an accident. He was not prepared for his father’s order to pee himself intentionally. “I—I c-cant,” Draco whispered. He took a step backwards, towards the wall. Lucius stood up and approached his son, who could not help from taking another step backwards. Lucius grabbed Draco by the neck and put him back into position, smacking his backside hard. “A Malfoy never says ‘can’t’,” Lucius sneered. “Lucius? Draco? Is everything alright?” Draco’s mother was calling to them from behind Draco’s locked bedroom door. Draco was relieved; he hoped her presence would end his torture. Lucius opened the door. “Come in. You are not to speak one word. Your son is learning what it means to be a Malfoy.” “Draco, honey? Are you—“ his mother began. Lucius raised his hand as if he were about to hit Narcissa and she became silent. He led her to the end of Draco’s bed and sat her down on the bench next to him. She looked concerned as she took in the wet bed and Draco’s wet clothes. She had tried for many years to hide Draco’s bedwetting from Lucius, but he always seemed to find out. Draco stood with his legs crossed. “Alright, son. Go ahead.” Lucius ordered. Draco cleared his throat. He squirmed in place. “Please, Father. I’m sorry. I’ll—” “I won't tell you again!” Lucius yelled. He was getting impatient. Draco glanced at his mother, and could just barely make out that she was nodding her head. She was giving him permission, telling him to do what he had to in order to appease his father. She never knew how to deal with Lucius when he was in one of his moods, and knew that any defiance on Draco’s part—or her own—would anger him further, and he would take to hitting them. Draco slowly stepped out until his legs were shoulder-length apart. He was bright red from embarrassment, and knew that he was shaking. “pee,” Lucius told him. Narcissa had started crying silently. Lucius did not notice. Draco knew that he had to pee, but he could not make himself wet in his pants with his parents watching. He had been taught to control his bodily functions above all else; it was the reason it was such a catastrophe when he had begun wetting his bed. He was consciously aware of his underwear up against his crotch. He did not feel right about intentionally letting his pee out when he was still clothed, even if his briefs were already soaked. “Do it!” Lucius yelled. Draco closed his eyes and tried to relax his bladder muscles. He tried to convince himself that it was alright for him to pee on his bedroom floor. He came close to letting out his pee, but at the last moment he tensed up, and held it in. Sighing, he tried to forget about the fabric against his crotch and took a deep breath. As he let out the breath, he felt a small trickle of pee wet the front of his underwear, but he unconsciously stopped as soon as he felt the wetness soaked up by his clothing. It took another minute or two to start the trickle up again. He spread his legs wider, so that the leg holes of his underwear, which were too big for him as they had recently been Lucius’s, gaped away from his skin. Lucius passed down underwear to Draco in a sick show of fatherly control, just so Draco would always remember who provided for him. He closed his eyes one more time and let go, and when a trickle of pee began he pushed with his bladder muscles until the trickle became a small stream, and then he could not have stopped even if he wanted to. Pee streamed out of him into his underpants and shorts and onto the floor. His briefs began to become soaked once again, and he soon felt pee streaming down his legs. As he lost full control and peed full-force, spurting pee as his cheeks reddened, he heard the splash of liquid against the hardwood floor. The relief was almost greater than the embarrassment, and Draco kept his eyes closed as the warmth of his pee enveloped his legs, streaming down his thighs and calves and pooling around his bare feet. Pee streamed through his underwear directly onto the floor, a strong stream flowing right through his briefs. When he felt himself begin to become hard from the relief, he quickly opened his eyes to see his parents staring back at him. His father leered, as if this proved that Draco was nothing more than a baby. His mother had turned away, unable to watch and crying for her son. The embarrassment of his parents’ presence took any sexual pleasure out of the act, and he felt shamed as the final spurts of pee wet his pants. The puddle underneath Draco stretched from one foot to the other; Draco stood in the hot liquid and just had the desire to lie down in the pool and fall asleep. He only wanted the night to be over. “Weakling,” Lucius spat. “Go to bed.” He stood up from the bench. “You are not to leave this room until breakfast.” He turned and left the room. “Are you alright?” Narcissa asked her son quietly, after his father had left. Draco nodded, unable to make eye contact. He was humiliated. Why couldn’t they just leave him alone? Narcissa turned to Draco and took his hand, guiding him out of the pool of wetness towards the far side of his room. He did not want her to touch him, and her hand in his own only made him feel like a child. But, he knew she thought it was helping, and that she would be hurt were he to pull away. He allowed her to lead him back to his bed, and he tried not to cringe. His mother was still crying as she found a towel hanging on the back of Draco’s door and mopped up what she could of his mattress. She dared not remove the pee from the floor. As she worked, Draco held himself, willing his mother to leave so that he could pee the rest of the water out of him. He had willfully stopped himself when he could gain control; he did not want to give his father the satisfaction of him losing complete control. But he knew he could not hold it much longer, and as his mother worked to clean his bed as best she could with only a towel, he felt himself losing control once again. “Mother?” Narcissa turned around to find Draco hunched over, his hands between his legs, holding himself tightly. Placing a hand on his shoulder, she guided him back to the end of his bed, to the pool of urine on the floor. “It’s alright, Draco,” she whispered, nodding. She turned away, standing with her back to her son. Draco squirmed with his need to pee. He stepped into the liquid and squatted, resting on his haunches. He knew he would be better able to let go in such a position. Were his mother not in the room, he would have stripped down, but he was far too exhausted and embarrassed. Sighing as his muscles let go, he began to pee again into his briefs, urine streaming through his wet underwear into the pool below. He pushed the pee out quickly, just wanting the shame to be over. It splashed loudly into the urine already on the floor, sending splatters up onto his feet and ankles. His shorts hung low on his hips, heavy with stinking urine. When he had finished, his mother helped him into bed. She wanted to help him change into clean underwear, but knew Lucius would find out and take it out on Draco. Besides, dry clothes would just get wet when Draco lay down in his wet bed. She stroked Draco’s forehead and kissed his cheek. “Goodnight, baby,” she said. Draco flushed at the endearment and Narcissa realized her mistake. “Sorry,” she sighed. “Goodnight, sweetheart.” She crossed the room. “Everything will be alright in the morning,” she said, before turning out the lights. ---

View File Bedwetting Medical Exam So I stumbled across this the other day and couldn't wait to share it with people. This hour long video is mostly a gynecological medical exam (so perfect for those with medical and gyno fetishes), but the premise is a young woman is doing the exam due to a bedwetting problem. It starts with her waking up in a wet pullup, with her 'mother' changing and scolding her, and her eventually being taken to a medical appointment while wearing a pullup diaper for extra humiliation. At the end of the exam (which is not at all accurate for anyone one who has ever had one, and is very much enema-focused) she puts the pullup back on and there's a discussion of her issue with her mother and the doctor ***Caution: This is Gyno Porn first, bedwetting content a distant third behind enema stuff. You have been warned, expect speculums (specula?), injections, breast exams, etc.*** ***Caution: Contains images of nudity, a needle, and a cervix*** Hope you enjoy! Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 06/12/2018 Category Bedwetting