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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.

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

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.

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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  

There have been some real treasures brought to the shores here so I figured I'd ask for the lost content I'm after. I found out on the original PMD that in 1998 there was an episode of "Home and Away" in which Sam makes his older step sister Tiegan wet the bed with the hand-in-warm-water prank. Some of you might know that this is a VERY long running Australian soap opera, well over 5000 episodes it's one of the record holders. Now episode descriptions and other multiple sources confirm that this is a plot line lasting from episode 2358 to 2361, with the peeing happening in episode number 2360 which aired in April 1998. Dozens of older episodes from the 90s have been uploaded online, but the closest I've gotten to this one is finding episode 2368, uploaded mainly because of one character cross-dressing. Some channels here and there upload them in chunks, so I'm assuming they're all still in reruns; but being in America I'd never know when or where to look and would have no way to watch or record it anyway. So if you have access to this show and could keep an eye out for episode 2360 that would be fantastic. I've done everything short of attempting to contact Sally Marrett (the girl who played Tiegan) or others involved in the production of that very episode, which I'm hoping to avoid doing given the subject matter. I'm sure little was shown being a daytime soap but I'm still curious.

Yesterday morning me and Matty ended up having some mutual wet fun and I was telling my friend about it and I figured I may as well share the experience with you guys as well. On Tuesday night we went to the cinema and as always when we go watch a film we went to a late viewing. The film started at 11pm and by the time it finished and we came out it was half 1 in the morning. As always when we go to the cinema and I have a big drink I was bursting for a wee when we got home and enjoyed a nice long pee. Afterwards we just got into bed and watched TV until we both fell asleep. The effects of the big drink hit me again when I woke up about 6 o’clock with a full bladder. I would usually just go back to sleep in that situation but I was really desperate and knew that I would just keep waking up every 10 minutes so I got up and went to the bathroom. I came back and just as I got into bed Matty got up and went to the bathroom and when he came back I snuggled up to him and we both went back to sleep. I woke up again about half past 9 and noticed my bladder had started filling up again but this time it wasn’t too bad just yet so I decided to enjoy the feeling for a bit. I put the TV on and flicked through till I found something worth watching and a few minutes later Matty woke up. Neither of us had nothing to immediately get up for so we just decided to have a lazy morning. We watched TV for a while and Matty got up to go make us a cup of coffee and get something to snack on. As we watched TV I slowly sipped my cup of coffee and as I did my bladder continued to fill. As my desperation grew I started to fidget and squirm which Matty noticed and I knew was turning him on. I noticed that he was also fidgety and the thought he might need to pee too was turning me on. We both finished our drinks and his fidgeting got more obvious and so did mine. As my squirming got worse I noticed him watching me and decided to tease him and wanted him to tease me. I let out a moan and said that I really needed a wee. He smiled and said “I noticed”. I sat up and swung my legs out of the duvet and went to stand up when he hooked his arm around me and pulled me back down. He asked where I was going and I told him I was going to pee. He shook his head and said “No you’re not, not until I say you can”. My pussy tingled with arousal as he said exactly what I wanted to hear. I love it when he makes me hold. Being told I couldn’t pee suddenly seemed to make my desperation worse and I laid back down wiggling. I smiled when I saw the sheets moving and I knew his cock was getting hard as he watched me wiggle. He smiled and said “it's helping is this”. I looked at him puzzled and he said “I really need to pee too and being turned on makes it easier to hold”. Hearing him say he needed to pee made my arousal sky rocket. He winked at me and told me that I wasn’t allowed to pee until he had and I nodded in agreement. He looked at his watch and said “and I don’t think I will go pee until 12 o’clock. I looked at the time and it was just after quarter to 11. When I realised it was an hour and fifteen minutes until then I moaned in arousal. Knowing I would have to hold that long was a turn on but also knowing I would get to watch him in desperate need was a major turn on. We laid watching TV and the cup of coffee was starting to take effect on my bladder. By 11 o’clock I was busting for a pee and squirming like crazy. I was laid opening and closing my legs trying to ease the growing pressure on my pee hole. He had pulled the duvet off so he could watch my naked body squirming with desperation which was turning him on and I could not take my eyes of his hard throbbing cock knowing that he was feeling the same desperation I was. After 20 minutes my need had risen to a solid 9 and I was bursting for a wee. I could feel my bladder pushing on my pee hole and each wave of desperation that washed over me made me feel the pee right at the top of my pee hole wanting to escape. I was resisting the urge to hold myself until I really needed to which meant my legs were shaking and I was crossing and uncrossing them and opening and closing them rapidly trying anything to ease the pressure from my bladder. All the while I watched his desperation grow and watching his cock dance in desperation was driving me crazy. My bladder completely filled to the brim and it was getting harder and harder to keep control. Each wave that hit me was almost making me drip. I could feel the pee right at the tip of my pee hole which was now trembling under the pressure. I managed to keep it under control till just after half past 11 when a massive wave washed over me and a few drips came out. I moaned and pushed my finger against my pee hole trying to clamp it shut. He saw the drips and told me to hold on. I nodded and he moaned in desperation. Every so often he reached down and squeezed his cock and each time he did I felt my pussy throb with arousal which really didn’t help with trying to keep control. Now that I had started dripping it was so hard to stop them and despite pushing my fingers against my pussy I kept losing drips. Suddenly Matty gasped and I looked down and my eyes widened when I saw little droplets of pee rolling down his cock. I couldn’t stop watching them. Each time he lost a drop it made me drip. We just laid there slowly dripping and edging close to losing control. After 10 minutes of desperately squirming and dripping he gasped and a leak came out of the tip of his cock. Watching that was too much and a wave hit me causing me to leak. The first leak made me so much more desperate and now they were coming fast and no matter what I did I couldn’t stop them. Every 10 seconds or so a leak trickled out past my fingers and I could feel a puddle forming on the bed underneath me. Matty was in the same situation and watching him leak was making me so wet with arousal I felt like I was going to cum. My leaks turned into spurts and each spurt made me feel like I was going to wet the bed. I looked at the time and saw we had just over ten minutes till 12 o’clock. I urged time to hurry up as I was so close weeing it was untrue. The pressure on my pee hole was so intense and she was starting to waver and kept on spurting. After a few spurts Matty gasped out loud and his cock shot up right and a jet of pee shot out. His right hand kept squeezing and rubbing his cock and his left hand grabbed my right hand and squeezed. Despite pressing hard on my pee hole and rubbing her spurts kept escaping through my fingers. My legs were shaking like crazy and so were his. It was so hot laying there with both of us absolutely bursting for a wee and on the verge of an accident. Watching his cock dance in desperation and spurting every few seconds was almost making me cum. My spurts were getting bigger and it was all I could do not to pee. I was frantically trying to hold on a bit longer enjoying the wonderful moment. He kept checking his watch and moaning and urging 12 o’clock to come. A few minutes more was all I kept chanting to myself as I continued to spurt. My thighs and legs were soaked in pee and the bed was slowly getting wetter by the minute. Each wave of desperation that hit me felt like that was it. Each spurt felt like the last one but somehow I kept control. All my focus was on holding on and the wonderful intense sensations from my bladder. This meant I wasn’t paying attention the time. Suddenly Matty moaned out and said “oh thank god, 12 o’clock”. He went to move to stand up and spurted hard. He looked at me and said “I can’t move, I'm about to pee”. This turned me on and I nodded and told him I couldn’t either. He smirked and said “let's just hold as long we can then”. We both continued spurting and desperately doing everything we could not to pee. We did this for 5 minutes when Matty suddenly squeezed my hand and said “oh god I can’t wait, oh god”. I looked down and watched his cock dancing around in desperation and suddenly it shot upright and as he moaned out a huge fountain erupted from the tip and shot into the air. He let out a huge sigh of relief and I just watched in amazement at the sight of his strong stream. The feeling of his pee raining down all over me and the bed was amazing. I started spurting like crazy and then I felt it. I was about to lose all control, watching him pee was too much for my bladder. I felt pee rushing towards my pee hole and before I could do anything my pee hole burst open and a stream of pee shot across the bed. I moaned out as relief washed over me in waves. It felt incredible to release and I just watched as the stream gushed out of my pussy. I was on the verge of exploding with orgasm just from the immense feeling of relief when suddenly Matty’s hand shot between my legs into the path of my stream. His fingers made contact with my pussy and he started rubbing my clit. It only took a few strokes of his fingers and I gripped his arm and screamed in ecstasy as he made me cum and pleasure coursed through me. The feeling of cumming and peeing at the same time was pure heaven and I could only lay there and succumb to the feeling. When I finally finished peeing and my orgasm died down I collapsed onto the bed shaking and trembling. Matty also finished peeing we just laid there enjoying the wonderful feelings of relief. We spent the next hour enjoying our pee soaked bodies and making each other cum until we eventually got up and showered and got cleaned up. Needless to say we certainly enjoyed our lazy morning.

I’m taking a nap in bed, and you come in to check on me. I’m wearing cute light blue printed panties, and my skirt is hiked up giving you a nice view of my butt. You stand over me enjoying the view, when all of a sudden, I drop a huge load in my panties! You’re surprised that I managed to sleep through that…it’s a true accident. You reach down, and tug on the waistband of my panties gently, inspecting the mess and getting a really close look. After perving on my poopy panties for a bit, you walk over to the side of the bed and wake me up. It takes me a few seconds to realize that I had an accident, but the look of humiliation is quite obvious once I realize the situation. I reach back and feel my panties to assess the damage. You watch me for a few more minutes enjoying how humiliated I am. **disclaimer** Messing but no scat., everything stays in her panties ;). You've been warned SSPantyMessingDuringNap.mp4

I took a nap last week and soaked the couch. I've been going to sleep at night protected in case of bed-wetting and we have a water-proof cover, but I really don't want to put plastic on our furniture. Kind of super embarrassing. Has anyone else ever wet in their sleep anywhere other than a bed?

Hey everyone! So this is my first shot at fan fiction. I hope you enjoy, and I have a second chapter if y'all enjoy this one! Which I really hope you do. I spent a lt of time on this. Btw this is based off a fantasy I had when i was younger. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- School trips. What wonderful times they are, full of overprotective teachers and chaperones, annoying douchebags, cliques, boring activities, crowds, and worst of all, having to find someone to room with. Having to be loud enough to be able to sleep with someone you know. This year was no different than any other. There was the guy I wanted to room with. Crazy intelligent yet impossibly cute, extraordinarily sweet, and responsible enough to have us go to bed at a reasonable hour while still giving us time to sit up and talk. I had had a crush on this guy for months and in my mind there was nothing better then sharing a twin sized bed with him for one night. But there was no way. He had too many friends, and besides, he probably barely knew I exist. The extent of our interactions in school were simple “Hey”’s. Once I invited him to the movies, but there were like five other people, and we didn’t even end up sitting next to each other. There was the guy i expected to room with. We had been friends for ages, so why wouldn’t he too with me, right? Well, he’d probably end up rooming with a different friend, leaving me in the dust, hopeless and lonely. And then there was the guy I would end up rooming with. The other looser who couldn’t find a friend. The other guy that sat at the back of class, suffering in silence. “Hey Ben.” I turned around to find the source of the mysterious voice that had uttered my name. Had it been inside my head? Was I hearing things? “Oh, hey Paolo.” There he was. My crush, my one and only. I tried to hide my surprise, but I could practically see my face turn the color of a beat. “So, uh, are you rooming with anyone for the trip?” No, of course not. Why would I be. How would I be. “Uh, no. Why?” “Well, would you maybe like to room with me? All my friends are rooming with each other, and, well, I just thought of you.” No. This could be happening. “Uh, that would be great! I’ll put our names on the slip, I guess! I can’t wait!” No, like, I really couldn’t! Fast forward a month. We had just arrived at the hotel in Philadelphia for the night. I found Paolo and we went to our room. There it was, the twin bed in all its glory. We put our stuff down and started getting ready for bed. “Uh, Ben?’ “Yeah?” I responded. Even when uneasy, his voice still rang out like a song, calling to my heart. “I gotta be honest: I wet the bed.” “Oh?” “Yeah, thats why none of my friends wanted to room with me.” Holy shit! I’ll be the first to admit I have a fetish for guys, including me, peeing or pooping themselves, and as much as I hate getting pleasure from others misfortune, I couldn’t help but be even more excited than i already was. However, I also felt bad for him because of his friends. Like, thats pretty harsh! “Uh, thats totally fine!” I responded. “It is?” “Yeah, I mean I’ll admit, I’ve had plenty of issues throughout my life.” Well, that is if my fetish counts as an issue. “Oh, you have?” “Yeah, so bedwetting is nothing new to me. Its not an issue.” “Alright, that makes me feel a lot better. Anyway, I brought a pull up. It sometimes leaks, but it should hold most of the pee.” “Thats cool. Yeah, really not an issue.” He smiled a genuine, wide, and innocently smile. He seemed amazed that his issue was finally accepted, and looked like he just wanted to give me a hug. “Um, sometimes when I sleep with someone, I can’t help but snuggle up against them, and hug them. Is that alright?” I could see the small wink he gave, and I wanted to cry of joy. “Yeah, I have the same issue.” We giggled. He went to the bathroom to change, and I washed him emerge from the bathroom in just the pull up and a shirt. I was quite turned on, but managed to hide it under the covers. He got into bed and cured up against me. I fell asleep quickly, holding the boy of my dreams. It was about 3:30 am when I woke up to Paolo unconsciously squirming around in bed. It continued for a minute before it stopped. Then came the small hiss, and the warmth of the pull up, pushed up against my knee, getting wet with pee. I smiled as i let it happen. This continued for a little while before the pull up started leaking, but I didn’t mind, and Paolo remained asleep. When we woke up the next morning, the bed was cold, but the pull up was still warm resting against my leg. “Good morning.” He mumbled, reaching down to feel his pull up. “Mmm, good morning.” I groaned. “Oops, I peed.” He said. “Yeah, you did.” I responded.

Main Characters. Emily: 15 year old girl with blond hair and loves wearing pajamas. She hasn't wet her bed since she was 9 and hasn't had a accident since early childhood. Amanda: Emilys 19 year old big sister. Red head and dresses with long shirts and sweat pants when around the home. Chapter 1: New Home Emily was packing her things getting ready for the big week ahead of her. "It's been over 4 months since I saw her, I can't wait to hear all the stories she has to tell me!" Emily was about to stay the week in her sisters new appartment, she had the place for little over a week but emily jumped at the chance to see and hear everything she missed out on. *ring ring ring* Emily answers "Hello. Sarah Silverman answering." "Hey Em, I'm on my way to pick you up. Cya in a heartbeat!" They hang up, Emily gets out the door and waits for Amanda to arrive. The car arrives and Emily jumps right in. "I'm sorry it took me so late to pick you up, when we get to my place I'm gonna go on to bed." The 2 begin to chat about all the fun things they had been up too. Amanda Telling Emily about what college was like and Emily talking about high school. The car finally stops and they finally enter the home. "This is your room, after you unpack you should head off to sleep too. I got school in the morning, and I'm not eating breakfest without ya sis!" "Thanks, I'll unpack and head right to bed." Amanda begins to leave the bedroom, but she forgot one little detail and returns to let her sister know. "Also the bathroom sink drips, you can hear it clear as day in here, sorry if it keeps you up!" Emily gets into her nice Red Cotten Pajamas, the top and bottom match perfectly with some buttons on the top half. She shuts her eyes and slowly drifts asleep. Every moment passes and she falls harder and harder, but the wet sounds of the sink slowly reaches her. *drip..... drip.... drip* her bladders becomes more full. She's completely relaxed with a smile on her face but her bladder becomes heavier and heavier through the night. *drip.... drip.... drip* she begins to push her fingers on her pussy. Unconcously stopping the flow of pee, but her bladder keeps getting heavier. A tiny squirt comes out of her in between her legs, but it feels so warm and nice that she wants more of it. Her bladder opens, a river of warm pee flows between and down her legs. The warmth feels so wonderful and continues to build up everywhere, and soon goes to her butt. So warm so relaxing, her pants are flooded and some of the shirt is soaked. She continues to dream, with a smile on her face. There will be a chapter 2 is you guys liked it! Trying something new, I took some inspiration from other writers here but I tried to add my own spin.

This story came together quite quickly. I really love Shelly and Erica (egotistical since I made them up, I know) but I just adore writing about them. Here's their latest adventure, much smaller in scope than Swiftbrooke but hopefully just as enjoyable. Shelly's Dream Shelly McGill stood at the restroom’s threshold while waves crashed in her bladder. She sucked in air and bore down on holding to avoid an accident. Heaps of red curls fell in her eyes when she bent at the waist, forcing her to fix her hair with one hand while keeping the other one to squeeze between her legs. Her groans and whimpers were growing louder, almost audible to others now. She had gotten into the habit lately of holding her pee for fun, but how had it gotten this bad so fast? Still, there was no way she was going in there. She should have done it anyway, being dressed in only panties and a big T-shirt out here in public. Despite feeling great and indulging her exhibitionist side, she could not guess at why she would actually go out like this, and was ready to be out of view. She had actually congratulated herself a minute before falling victim to this circumstance. Finding the courage to go out without so much as taking a pair of shoes with her, something she had promised to do for some time, had been fantastic. But now a problem had arisen: the floor inside was just too nasty. The terrible fact remained that she had to pee, right now, and did not want to annoy her friends, who were patiently waiting for her to handle the fallout of her fashion choices. In she went, tiptoeing to minimize contact of the grime with her unprotected feet. Her bladder pushed harder with her goal so near, spotting her underwear and fingers with warm liquid. She groaned loud enough to make an echo, but doubted anyone else could hear. The restroom itself proved as labyrinthine as it was gross. All around were multiple, interconnected chambers, like the locker room at a sports complex. Somehow she had missed finding this part of the mall after years of going. There were sinks, showers, lockers, and finally, toilets. But like the other accommodations, they were just… there. At least the showers had curtains around them. The toilets were in a row on the wall, with no partitions of any kind to cover them. Even though there was no one in sight and Shelly’s strength was fading, she could not bear to sit on one of them. What if someone came in? Where were the ones with privacy? She stood there, staring at the offensive plumbing, pee-dancing on the filthy tile. Wait a second. The showers! They were the only feature around that could hide her activities, and by virtue of being showers, there would be far less dirt and God-knows what else under her toes because it would run down the drain. She darted into one and closed the curtain. Victory and relief at last. She hitched up her shirt and began to pull her panties down. However, with her fate finally secure, other parts of her mind began to work. Just because she was in a bathroom did not mean she had to play by the rules. She was already planning to pee in the drain of a public shower. But the the sorry state of the room’s cleanliness meant she could go anywhere she wanted. After all, a little extra pee on the floor would do no considerable harm. Her only true concern was being literally caught with her pants down. She could just leave them on and pee through them. She could turn a faucet on to mask the sound of the stream, and if she heard someone coming, she could just cut off the flow, pretend she was washing her hands, and resume looking for a better place. The better plan was formed. She pulled her panties back up, enjoying the cool spot in the middle and her delicious desperation for another moment before emerging from the shower. She turned the handle of a sink on the opposite side, picked a spot in the middle of the floor, and squatted. Her panties filled with hot pee. Her chest heaved from the amazing feeling and the rush of doing something mischievous. Soon, a loud splattering rung out on the tile under her. Erica’s giggling voice cried out, “Shelly, what are you doing?” She had appeared in the bathroom, catching sight of Shelly in her vulnerable moment. Meanwhile, Shelly looked back at her. The question did not sound threatening. Erica had already seen her pee at least twice since they had become friends, in her pants both times as a matter of fact. And right now, being bad felt too good. She made no effort to stop. So what if she sees? “I just felt like going right here,” she explained. Erica was bound to find out about Shelly’s little fixation eventually. The girl peeing on the floor was in the midst of a bigger problem. She had expected to get drops on her feet and ankles like she had so many other times when squatting, but found the pee was just running around to the outside of her right leg, even trickling up to saturate the side of her shirt. The splattering stopped, since the pee was going sideways rather than down. “Shelly, you’re peeing on yourself,” Erica said. She was some distance away from Shelly, but her voice was soft, as if she was right by Shelly’s side. Only now did Shelly’s embarrassment bloom. “I know, I’m sorry,” she pleaded, pee continuing to run in a bizarre pattern up her clothes, “I’m trying not to though.” “Shelly, wake up.” Shelly stirred. She was lying on her side on Erica’s bed, with her friend standing over her, nudging her shoulder. The lights were on, and Erica’s computer emitted a faint whir. The strange, disgusting bathroom had been a dream. But did that mean… She threw back the light blanket over her in horror. It did. Her right side, and a wide portion of Erica’s bed, squelched with fresh urine. Shelly covered her face with her hands, not caring about the pee on her fingers. “Oh my gosh! I’m SO sorry! I had a dream where I had to go to the bathroom, and everything seemed so normal. Oh, let me put the bed stuff in the laundry, it should be alright afterward. I can’t believe I did--” “Shelly!” Erica demanded, “Breathe! It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. Seriously, like, at all.” “Are you sure?” Shelly pleaded, willing the tears back into her eyes, “I totally ruined your bed.” “Well, sort of,” Erica conceded, “But it’s not like I’m not used to it. Remember this is like a nightly thing for me. The mattress has a cover on it. Although I do try to keep it to the bottom sheet and not get it on literally everything.” “Sorry,” Shelly said again. “It’s fine,” Erica insisted, motioning for her to get up, “You can help me clean up if it makes you feel better.” “Sure.” After Shelly changed into dry clothes, the pair bundled the wet things, and Erica started the washing machine. It was not terribly late; they had plenty of time to finish the laundry before it became unwise to stay up any longer. Slowly, acceptance of what happened grew in Shelly. The girls returned to the bedroom and got back into streaming tv shows. After rebuilding the bed a few hours later, Shelly made sure to pee again after brushing her teeth. She lay next to Erica in bed, unable to sleep right away. “You know,” Erica said, “It’s actually kind of cool what happened to you.” “Cool?!” Shelly stammered, wide awake again with Erica’s bizarre opinion. “I’m sorry,” she backpedaled, “It sucks that you had to go through that, but I mean, it makes me feel less weird about my own issues. So crazy as it sounds--thanks for peeing on my bed.” “You’re… wel-come?” Shelly replied. “I’m serious,” Erica giggled, “I hope it was just a one-off thing and won’t happen to you again, but either way, welcome to the club.” “Thanks for having me.” Erica’s attempt at bonding over their bedwetting had made Shelly feel a lot better. She was able to relax. All things considered, it had been a good dream.

Everett, Washington must have the only mall on the Puget Sound closed on Easter. Standing in front of the locked mall I saw Bed, Bath and Beyond open across the parking lot. A clerk confirmed they don't stock Peepod Mats in store. Since no one else around Everett does, I put in an order. Maybe the clerks are loosing commissions to on-line orders. He knocked a bit off the list price. My mat arrived yesterday -- just before I departed my apartment for the day. So only a couple impressions. It looks like a thickish terry-cloth towel (but only on the upper side). Only a corner's small circular emblem containing an ambiguous geometric pattern separates it from the major brand towels here. The even deep blue appeals to my eye. Having worked so much with engineers and scientists, I had visualized the dimensions as though in centimetres. So the actual product is 2 1/2 times as long and 2 1/2 as wide as I expected. The larger size will likely absorb two Stanley night floods (a rare night - but has happened). As the instructions recommend washing the mat before use, I have not actually tried it yet. Probably won't get to laundry before the weekend. Not surprisingly, all the procrastination lead to about a half flood a night I fell asleep reading without a diaper.

Ok so I wrote this a little while ago, but forgot to post it, but here it is! ..... So I’ve been wearing Goodnites to bed almost every night for the past three months to deal with a recurring wetting issue. Fortunately I’m very close to getting this resolved. While I love Goodnites, I do still have a lot of other diapers and pull-ups in my fun diaper box in the closet. As many of you may know, I’ve been out of work for the past week with the flu. I’ve been feeling pretty crummy and in no mood for sexy diaper and wetting fun and games. However, I have been coughing and sneezing a lot, and staying well-hydrated, which has led to some day time leaks while I’ve been at home and in bed. As a result, I’ve been wearing protection when I sleep and when I’m about the house. Wearing protection does give me a feeling of being protected and safe. It also keeps me warm in a small way, makes me feel little and helps me escape a little from feeling crummy. I think I may have driven my hubby a little nuts, padding about the house in PJs and various diapers. Given the number of leaks I’ve been having, and a naughty tendency to sometimes just wet my diaper for fun, distraction or convenience while I’ve been going through a decent number of diapers and the garbage has filled up quite a bit. Anyhow, all this to say that I’ve been running a little low on Goodnites. Now the new Goodnites work really well for me, and keep my bed dry at night, and I usually buy them from the store in big bulk boxes. As I’ve been sick, I haven’t gone out to do the shopping and the hubby has been picking up the slack. I felt a little guilty about sending him out for Goodnites, so I left them off the list and have been rationing my dwindling collection. As a result, last night, I had occasion to wear a pair of Underjams to sleep in. I bought a couple of packs of these pull-ups from Target when they went out of business and they’ve been languishing in my diaper collection for quite a while. I just don’t quite like the feel of them, or the designs. But they do still work. Anyhow, I went to bed at like 8:30 the other night, after having first slipped into a pair of UnderJams. I must have slept on my front and wet a decent amount in the night, because when I woke up, the front of these pull-ups were bulging with liquid. They seemed to have kept my sheets and husband dry however, which is good. Anyhow, I wet a ton in the night and wanted to share the results with you perverts. So here they are. Enjoy, Rach