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I love wetting my bed I haven't been able to do it because I haven't had a proper mattress protector I finally ordered one and it arrived a couple of weeks ago usually wear diapers to bed I only wet on purpose I love the way it feels to piss all over myself in bed. I also love reading other stories adult bed-wetting and watching videos of girls doing it please share story or the video of it

Sorry for the calligraphy but the whole text is written in my native language (Italian) and has been subsequently translated into English with Google Translate. The story was written for me so to satisfy my fetishes, don't read it if you don't want, Thanks ! Chapter 1, the bedwetter princess The year 277 of the human calendar was in force, that is, 277 years had passed since man prevailed over the other races in the great war, we were in a happy period, where humans could live peacefully (in their territories of course). In the palace of the emperor (the highest authority in the human world) a small girl with shining red hair and eyes as black as the night walked through the halls, dressed in magical clothes with a very high price, her name was Chlothsinda (for the friends Chloe) and she had just turned 10, she was the eldest daughter of the emperor and had lived a spoiled life without knowing the misfortune of the world. At least until his mother Katherine died, his mother was the strongest paladin ever and his magic, at least according to rumors, could exceed that of the heroes of 300 years ago or the direct descendants of the gods. However he died, this because in the clash with the king of demons, who rises 1 time every 1000 years, and his demonic army was cursed and because of the curse for every demon he killed he lost 1 day of life. At the death of the demon king, then at the end of the war, nothing remained of the strongest paladin except the ash and his divine equipment, traces were lost. Chloe at first did not understand what had happened, however she never saw her mother again, the only one with whom she behaved normally and the only one who treated her with affection. Ever since Chloe realized that her mother was dead, nightmares turned her every time she slept and as soon as she woke up all sweaty and sometimes screaming she immediately knew she was wet from her pee .The servants and maids who had to change her sheets every morning, wash and change her every time began to call her bedwetter princess. When Chloe turned 11 her father with whom she had never talked practically married another woman, who already had 2 daughters: Elizabeth 15 years old, a beautiful young blonde woman with green eyes, 1.70 meters (5.7 ft) tall, thin, with abundant breasts and a hateful personality with no magical ability and no fighting ability, she liked to boast of her beauty and exploiting her sister and her extraordinary magic power; Isabel 10 years old, 1.50 meters (4.9 ft) , thin, small and gentle, with medium beauty, black eyes and dark brown hair, her character was very kind and condescending, she did everything they told her to be a mother and sister, her magical power was exceptional for her age. Their father was a general who died in the war and their mother was a duchess, both were spoiled but unlike Chloe they went to a school or the magic academy of the empire, the most important school in the human world, where only the nobles could enter high-class or the prodigal wizards. At first Chloe thought of her father's new marriage as an opportunity to get back a loving mother and sisters to share the pain with, but she was wrong. Her stepmother treated her decently, although she did not love her as her daughter, the problem was her stepsisters, in particular the eldest, Elizabeth who was envious of her and needed to let off steam on someone, so in addition to the insults and grievances in also around for her condition of wet bed, she asked her younger sister Isabel to sometimes use spells on her to make her lose control of herself making her pass out and then dream and then have a nightmare and get wet, or keep her still with magic while he tickled her until her panties drenched, which were slowly ending. Chloe used very high-level white panties, made of a magical fabric of incredible comfort, which, however, every time we peed inside, became stained so that it was no longer possible to remove the traces of the urine, except than with a product that was used in medicines that cost more than the panties themselves, very expensive... One day Chloe went to Elizabeth (Liz) and Isabel (Isa) because desperate from the situation and without magic panties in fact now she wore red cotton panties with a comfortable pink dress and deer leather shoes on them: (Chloe): sisters I can't stand you and your teases anymore, since you arrived a day hasn't passed since I kept my panties dry, please stop! (Liz): oh, my favorite little princess is out of the cradle huh! Let's see, sister, do you think we mistreated our wet little princess? (Isa): see sister...in her situation I would feel bad, very bad... (Liz): little sister, who do you prefer between me and her! (Isa): obviously you sister...but I think we could be more...kinder... Isabel was shaking because she was afraid of her sister and did not want him to get angry with her and if she had not used timely medium-level illusion magic, probably the girls would have noticed that a wet patch of the size had formed on her green skirt of a coin while her white panties were obviously drenched and her gut hurt from fear. however Isabel regained calm. (Isa): sister, there is no need to get angry, we can solve it if you want and if you really don't want to apologize to Chloe then let's go that I have to go...to the toilet... Isabel said timidly. (Chloe): ha ha ha Chloe who thought Isabel was a son of a bitch changed her mind slightly and at her shy comment about her needs she gave a light laugh. (Liz): little sister I will never apologize to Chlothsinda, and don't mention her, she is the wet princess! and you my beautiful insect, how dare you smile in my presence on my sister's personal matters! Liz was now angry, she wanted to humiliate Chloe and punish Isabel for being on her side. Isabel released a silent fart and a hot jet warmed her panties. as Chloe began to feel an increase in pressure in the abdomen, her bladder was almost full, and she had chosen a bad time to be. (Isa): frighten sister ... if I didn't know how you love me I would need a change of clothes now ... (Liz): you do well to be afraid little sister, otherwise I will have to tell mom how you use magic to make her headache come up every time she tries to scold you ... Liz had ordered her sister to build a special magic wand for her which although it is valid only for low-level magic also allowed her to cast spells, one of which caused a severe headache and worked only on those who could not use magic apart from herself, Liz used it on their mother to avoid being scolded. After Liz's words, Isabel swallowed and released another silent fart because her mother always terrified her. (Chloe): Do you dare blackmail your little sister with these methods? don't you love her? I'm surprised, every time you tortured me with a tickle, that you made me wet and then you made fun of me ... I endured everything thinking that maybe one day we could talk to sisters, and I envied your bond but now, after seeing that here the villain is neither isa nor the duchess, I want nothing more than to make you pay for how you mistreated me! Chloe was angry for the first time in her life, until now she had never reacted but now... Ok, first chapter over! world statistics: average adult human (25 years old): Magic: 1 Strength: 10 Bladder: 8 Bowel: 8 Katherine (EX stronger human and Chloe's mother) Magic: 999 Strength: 999 (basic) Bladder: ??? Bowel: ??? Chlothsinda (wet princess or Chloe) Magic: ??? Strength: 15 (basic) Bladder: 9 (awake) 0 (sleeping) Bowel: 10 (when awake) 6 (sleeping) Isabel (prodigy sorceress) Magic: 83 Strength: 1 (basic) Bladder: 2 (awake) 3 (sleeping) Bowel: 2 (when awake) 6 (sleeping) Elizabeth (hateful stepsister) Magic: 0 Strength: 6 Bladder: 1 (awake) 2 (sleeping) Bowel: 6 (when awake) 2 (sleeping) Statistical info: if the bladder is at 1 as a statistic it means that you are completely incontinent, the values can drop below zero in case of spells or curses! if the bowel is at 3 then the persomage will flow easily and often, the intestine can go down to a maximum of -3! strength (basic) means without magic upgrade!

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@rachelkirwan was telling me to go for an adorable factor in bedwettings. Like cute age play pj's or superhero underwear for example. Sent me a link to some neat ones by Rearz. Not enough time for shipping before I move to Colorado, but the mood struck me tonight and these were the most innocent looking boxers I have I thought might have that adorable factor. Have a Star Wars pair but sadly they don't show the wetting well. Anywho, thought you all might enjoy the wetting, in double diapers now so I can enjoy more fun with less clean up. If you have any recommendations or links for things to see me wet in I'm all ears! I love the social aspect of Omorashi more than anything. Appreciate the omo in all of you guys Movie on 1-14-20 at 1.05 AM.mov

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Easter Bedwetting Part 1 The sun was shining on a Thursday morning. Allison was having a pleasant dream about a fantasy world as a princess. She and her younger sister were wearing long dresses as they played with dolls. Unlike normal dolls, these dolls were fancy and most likely way out of budget for a normal person with a day job. Allison adored her younger sister's dress that was light blue and worked well for her light blonde hair. It built her adorable essence as a six-year-old girl would. She looked at her own dress which was light pink with some curves that were developing for a twelve-year-old girl with light blonde hair. Allison soon felt a need to pee, “I need to use the little princess room,” Allison states to her sister. She smiles back as Allison finds the toilet. Once sitting on the throne, Allison began to relieve herself. A slight noise of a door creaking open caused Allison to groggily open her eyes. There stood in front of the waking girl a younger girl with the same hair color. Allison knew her sister had come to greet her in the morning. “Someone’s bed is wet,” stated the young girl. They stood there for a few seconds without speaking as Allison was scared to confirm if that was true or not. “April fools!” the young girl answers back. Allison sighs at her sister, “I really shouldn’t have taught you that, Claire.” It was Thursday only a few days before Easter, yet Allison’s sister Claire still made April fools joke when Allison taught her about them. However, moving her legs Allison found that it wasn’t a joke. “Well, ummm, it actually wasn’t a joke though…” Allison began to sob. Claire goes up to Allison and hugs her, “Aw, it’s okay Ally.” She lets go and gives a concerned look that grows into a smile. “It's okay that you wet the bed, let's go and get some breakfast!” Allison still felt down but felt a little better seeing the smile on her younger sister. She got up and removed her sheets—a process she’s done the last few days. According to her sister, breakfast was probably ready so Allison stripped of her soaked pajama clothing and put on a set of clean clothes. She’d like to take a bath soon, but if she was going to go eat breakfast it’d be wiser to change her clothes first then stay in the wet stained ones. Then she put the dirty clothes in the dirty clothes basket. Walking out of her room and down the short set of stairs around the corner, to a dining hall to the right. Allison found her sister smiling at her seat with pancakes on her plate, and a middle-aged blonde-haired woman smiling directly at her. This woman still looked pretty young for her age and adored both Allison and Claire as a mother should. Allison’s mother looks over at her, “Oh hun, did you get ready already?” Despite wanting to say that she did, Allison knew the reality wasn’t that. “Not yet…” was the only thing she could respond to. The smile from her mother turned to a look of concern, “Oh…did you have another accident last night?” Allison felt rather embarrassed that she didn’t feel like responding and only nodded. “That’s okay sweetie, it’ll be fine I’m sure. Just hand me the wet sheets and I’ll take care of them all alright. So just eat up and try and forget about it.” After hearing her mother finish, Allison sat in her seat next to Claire and began to eat buttered pancakes. After taking a few bites, Allison’s mother spoke up again, “Allison, your father and I talked about it, we know you’ll probably hate this, but we think it’d be smart if we got you some protection at night.” Allison was ashamed to hear the thought, “You mean like diapers?” Once she mentioned “diapers,” she heard her sister Claire giggling. “Well, it would be better than waking up to a wet bed wouldn’t it?” Allison’s mother suggested. “And I’d bet you’d be cute,” Claire added. Allison tried to ignore Claire’s comment, “Yeah, I suppose you are right mom.” “Okay good, plus we do have the trip tomorrow to Grandma’s for Easter. I think it’d be a wise decision to go get them after you get ready then. Also, I’m proud of you to accept it, hun!” With the declaration made, they enjoyed their meal and Allison made her way to take a bath after handing her wet sheets and clothes to her mother. During Allison’s bath, Allison couldn’t help but think about the predicament she was in. So I’ll have to get diapers, well just for night time. I suppose things could be worse, but I guess I just have to accept that I’m a bedwetter now. It’ll definitely help us not have to clean as much after making a mess. Allison smiled to herself accepting the decision that was made. Plus, maybe Claire could be right and they’d look cute on me. She giggled at the thought. Though I doubt that, but it might actually not be that bad. Sure they are for babies, but some of the designs are cute…well for babies. Now that I’m thinking about it, it really doesn’t sound that bad at all now. Allison smiled to herself as she continued to enjoy her bath. Once her soothing bath finished, Allison put the clothes she had back on and told her mother that she was ready to go. They rounded Claire up to join them as they went to the store to get some items for the trip to their Grandma’s—which included “protection.” At the nearby Walmart, they found all the items on the list except for one—Allison’s “protection.” Allison blushed with embarrassment at the idea aisle they were heading to. She almost wished they could keep walking forever or turn around for how nervous she felt. Unfortunately, the walk to the diaper aisle was only a short jaunt. There Allison eyed several brands of diapers lined on the shelves. The one that really caught her eye was the Pampers brand diapers. They had all the different sizes ranging from one to seven. Each package had a different design for each size. She scanned the designs and sizes to see if she could find the one that would fit her. Many of the smaller sizes were made for babies, but the size seven seemed like it would fit her best. Even for a slowly developing girl, Allison was still more on the small size. So even a size seven Pampers diaper should easily fit her. Looking at the packages, an Elmo design came to Allison’s mind. Allison remembers she enjoyed watching Sesame Street when she was younger, so maybe it’d be rather fitting then. However, Allison thought to herself that these were baby diapers and she wasn’t a baby. So Allison did her best to keep her attention away from the packages. She did a good job until she heard Claire speak up. “Mommy, wouldn’t this work for Ally?” Claire spoke holding up a package of Pampers size 7. Allison wanted to speak up and suggest a different idea, but she decided to wait and see how it played out. “Oh, I bet this would be cute on Ally huh?” Their mother responded taking the package. Allison blushed and felt frozen stiff even if she wanted to speak up. “But she doesn’t need actual diapers, just something to hold her for the night like Goodnites.” Allison’s mother then put the package back on the shelf and walked to get a package of Goodnites for girls. The design for the goodnite showcased hearts and flowers and other patterns. “These will be cute too!” Claire spoke up. Allison was frozen stiff due to the mass embarrassment she had to endure. “Don’t you think?” Claire turned her attention to Allison asking her opinion on the design. Allison couldn’t deny that it was still pretty cute. “Yeah, they’re cute,” was all Allison could muster. “I’m glad to hear that,” their mother stated. “Sorry hun if you are feeling a little embarrassed, we’ll try and get out of here shortly alright?” After hearing her mother, Allison just followed behind silently. At the cash register, Allison wanted to look away as all the items were scanned including her Goodnites package. However, no specific comments were made than the usual routine. The cashier looked to be a girl in her twenties, probably having a day job being in college. With red-hair tied in a pony-tail, her emerald eyes looked at Allison with a bright smile. Allison didn’t want to look too into it so she just walked behind her mother as they left the store. Once they returned home, Allison was given her package of goodnites to hold in her room to make sure she puts one on each night. Allison also began to pack her things for the trip. Starting with her clothes, some cute things like a few dresses and a plain shirt and several skirts. Knowing that the location was just her grandma’s, Allison didn’t think to bring anything special for clothing than what she found comfy or cute. Next, Allison began to pack her bathroom stuff only leaving the bare minimum of a toothbrush and toothpaste she’d use that night before packing. Then she found herself back in her room at night fully packed and ready. However, Allison realized she did forget one item—her Goodnites. She decided to ask her mother how she should pack them as she didn’t leave much room for them. In the kitchen once again, she found her mother cooking and getting dinner ready for when the father would arrive after a good day at work. “Um, Mom?” Allison got her mother's attention. Turning to face the young girl, Allison’s mother smiled. “Yes, dear?” “Umm well,” Allison felt slightly shy to mention the problem. “I’m all packed.” “Well, that’s good. Dinner should be done shortly as should your father gets home.” “Okay…well you see…” Allison blushed as her mother tilted her head. “I did finish packing, but I forgot to pack my…” Her voice lowered a bit. “My Goodnites and I don’t have any room left.” Allison turned an even brighter tomato. “Oh,” Her mother replied. “That’s okay, I’ll pack them with my stuff then. Just make sure to take two out for tonight and you can hand the rest to me alright?” “Okay,” Allison nodded. “That sounds good mommy. But can I ask, why two?” Her mother smiled, “One for tonight and the second one is just in case you wake up in the night and need it. Probably should be prepared just in case and can’t get access to the rest of them.” “Oh, that makes sense. I’ll go do that now then, where do you want the package?” “You can leave it on my bed.” “Alright, I’ll go do it now then.” Allison walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs finding her room. There she found the package of Goodnites with the young girl on the cover. She wasn’t sure if there was a specific way to open it but ignorantly tore the package open. Now with the package open, Allison shyly grabbed two of the paddings out setting them on her bed. She then walked over to her mother's master bedroom placing the package on the large blue comforter covering the bed. Allison walked back to her own room to find the two Goodnites left behind. Curious, Allison picked one up to see how it felt. The pink and purple garment had a rather odd soft touch at first. Allison imagined that it wouldn’t feel soft, but figures the padding must give it that texture. She wondered how it’d feel to actually wear given the odd inviting softness. A sound of the front door of the house echoed through the house which told Allison her father was home. More than likely dinner was ready as well. Allison put the soft padding of the Goodnite on her bed once again before heading down. Despite wanting to see how it felt while wearing, she knew she’d be testing one later that night anyway. Once downstairs, she found her family was already sitting at the dinner table. Allison found her seat next to Claire. Allison was happy to see that they were having steak for that night. With a fork and knife in her hand, Allison began to cut the meat for herself. She had always been allowed to cut her own food when she was about Claire’s age as she looks over to see Claire was awkwardly cutting her food. “Did you do it, hun?” Voiced a question from her mother. Allison knew that it was about the Goodnites. “Yup,” Allison nodded. “Did what?” Allison’s father questioned which Claire also piqued with the same thought. “Did what I ask to do with her Goodnites,” Allison’s mother stated. Just hearing it caused Allison to blush. “Oh, you did get her some protection then,” Her father stated. “Well that’s good, now you won’t have to worry about a wet bed again.” Allison’s father smiled at her, which she couldn’t help smile back. Even though she felt slightly embarrassed by the problem, everyone else didn’t seem to mind. So, Allison continued to eat her food. After dinner was finished, Allison helped Claire do the dishes and load them into the dishwasher. A process Allison wasn’t very fond of but it was something to help around the house. Though she understands Claire’s point of view is more of just a trivial chore at her age. But once she grew up, she’d probably understand, at least that’s what Allison hoped. Once the dishes were finished, Claire tugged on Allison’s shirt. “Ally, can we watch a movie?” Claire asked. “Sure, I’d love to watch something with you,” Allison answered back. “Go pick something and I’ll join you okay.” “Okay!” Claire beamed and trotted off. Allison was happy to have her younger sister, as it did give her an excuse for watching younger kid movies and shows. Even though she wasn’t that old herself, she knew she should be growing up regardless. Before going to her sister's room, Allison decided to answer her earlier curiosity. Its almost bedtime, it’ll be fine if I do this now. She walked into her room and picked up one of her Goodnites feeling the softness in her clutches again. Then she began to remove the light blue underwear tossing them into her dirty clothes basket. There she took the Goodnite and pulled it open and slid it on like a regular pair of underwear. The odd soft-touch remained, but a new wave emanated as the padding hit Allison’s rear. It wasn’t like regular underwear, but it did feel secure and oddly comforting. Allison couldn’t quite comprehend it but didn’t really mind wearing it for the time being. With her new padding equipped, she walked over to her sister's bedroom. Once she entered, she saw the room with pink walls and stuffed animals placed around. It was almost as if a magical unicorn dashed in with its rainbows turning everything cute. This was definitely fit for a little girl like her sister Claire who sat on her bed before a television screen clutching a stuffed rabbit. “What did you pick for us this time?” Allison asked the adorable Claire. “Oh, I picked Sleeping Beauty for us!” Claire smiled. Allison smiled back, “Oh good I love that one.” She quietly took her seat next to Claire as they started the film. Allison could only wonder if her sister could notice if she was wearing a Goodnite. Partway through the film near the end, Allison felt a need to urinate. It didn’t seem like she’d have to go right away so she probably could hold till the rest of the film, but it did make her think about the garment she currently wore. No, I don’t plan on using my Goodnite just to be lazy. Plus, I’d probably have to get another Goodnite and Mom most likely packed everything already. So, I’d better save this one. Once the film ended, Allison made her way to the bathroom making use of it. She then got ready for bed changing into her pajama shirt and pants that were both light blue with white dots. There she found at her door a young curious girl—her sister Claire. “Ally did you put it on?” Claire asked. It was clear she was interested in the Goodnite Allison was wearing. So, Allison nodded in response. “Can I see? Please?” Giving in to her younger sister’s pleads, Allison lowered her pajama pants exposing to her sister and the purple garment. “I was sort of embarrassed at first, but it's not that bad,” Allison stated. “Oh, you are cute!” Claire beamed. “Hehe, my diapered sister!” Allison blushed but was embraced by her younger sister. “It’ll be fine, I know it! I love you sis, goodnight!” “Aw, I love you too! Goodnight my sweet Claire,” Allison smiled back. She felt rather happy to have her sister’s support at the least. So following Claire out, she turned the lights off and crawled into her bed. Well, here I am wearing a Goodnite diaper. The day before we go to Grandma’s when I’d have hoped my bedwetting was going to stop before. But now I have to wear these at night. Though it is pretty soft so maybe I shouldn’t complain. At least I’ll be able to wake up in the morning without a wet bed! Allison reassured herself and felt contented enough and soon fell asleep.

The house is silent. It’s late. With street lamps off, every inch of the room is lost in blackness. My parents are away, making me responsible for my two younger sisters. I hear one awake. They shuffle toward my room and the door swings slowly open. The hallway night light silhouettes young Lilly tip toeing toward me. I know why she’s here, I secretly hoped for it. She taps my arm. “Did it happen?” I ask, not wanting to unnecessarily embarrass her. “Yes,” the sheepish reply. “It’s okay. Were you wearing a diaper?” “No. I...” Lilly’s voice was shaky and tearful. “Don’t worry. Mom doesn’t have to know.” We walked hand in hand to the dim bathroom, where I helped her out of her wet pyjamas and dried her with a bath towel. I left her with wet wipes while I retrieved a clean shirt and pants, then helped her dress. She was shaking when I tucked her into my dry bed, so I offered what reassurance I could, then held her hand until she was asleep. As much as it pains me to see Lilly upset with herself, I had been praying for this to happen tonight. I feel guilty for it, but her bed was legitimately wet now. I have the perfect excuse to have some fun, and it’s not the end of the world if I can’t hide all the evidence. As I walk out I scoop a pair of leggings from my linen basket. I close the door and walk down the hall past Amy. I check she is sound asleep and close her door too. Lilly’s room is on the other side of the bathroom, secluded at the far end of the house. I step in and click the door shut. A night light glows on its dimmest setting, making shapes of furniture loom from the dark. The aroma is sweet, unmistakably the smell of my sister’s accident. I feel ashamed to use her as a cover story, but I adore playing like this and simply cannot get away with damaging my mattress. Lilly’s bears the scars from many accidents, and Mom has fully prepared it with a waterproof protector. I wonder how intentional Lilly’s accidents are. She’s getting older and should surely have grown out of it by now. Does she enjoy it as much as I do? Why wasn’t she wearing her diaper? I replace my pyjamas with the leggings. I know I can include them in the bedding wash without suspicion. Then, at last, I perch my bottom on her bed. The cold clammy sheets make my leggings damp. I swing my legs up and lay back. My bladder seems suddenly on the verge of release, as if I have just stepped in a bathroom and am lowering down onto the seat. My body is trained to know the feeling of Lilly’s wet bed. This ritual has happened so many times. I am deeply aroused. My routine knows what’s coming. With a hand behind my head, my right begins to circle my crotch. The first tentative touches through the material are the beginning of my journey. With fingers almost trembling, I explore the seam that runs along the seat of the leggings. The fabric is doubled over here, numbing the sensations within. My fingertips survey the textile in detail. I run them up and down, side to side. Every curve must be explored. From up above, where the waist band rests on my bladder, to below where the top of my legs met with the crest of my bottom. I place one finger either side and feel how swollen it is. The fabric stretched over the skin, the skin stretched over my arousal. I draw my fingers together, bringing the tips to the crevice which aches to be touched. Slow exploration becomes tapping, the impact of my fingers’ dance starting the swell of pleasure within. Soon tapping becomes rubbing. The once delicate curves demanding more and more pressure to feel alive. My heartbeat throbs in my ears, muted heavy breaths roll over my tongue. Before I know it my hand has slipped past the waistband. Fingers traverse sticky wet lips. Damp leggings press my hand flat. While my index and middle fingers explore the folds, my other fingers are forced further down. I feel the tight dot of my bottom hole squeezing and pulsing. It seems to writhe with the waves of pleasure that grow within me. My small finger is lost to the warmth between cheeks. I close my eyes. Without a thought, I have fingers deep inside me now. My knees are rising uncommanded, heels digging into bed. Wet sheets cling to my arching back. My hand is on the verge of cramping. The same repetitive circling of my fingers fatiguing me. I’m on autopilot. I don’t think about any action. Despite the ache in my wrist I penetrate harder and faster. I am rewarded by waves of pleasure, coming and going with growing power. I gasp. Deep within, fingers slip between velvety skin. I know the spot well, drawing up and down it again and again. I am close now. Very close. The flutters that come and go stay for longer. Each one pulling me higher. My body rises more from the bed, heals lifting my bottom clear of the sheets. Groans escape into the room. It’s arriving. I want to wet the bed in time with this, but I’ve no clue how. I’ve never done the two together like but I crave the idea. I gasp, trying to relax without hindering the impending climax. I feel the need to pee, I really do. It’s almost too much. Fingers pound me, thumb searching for pee hole but meeting the hard nipple of my cliterous instead. I try to relax. Force me bladder. Pant, gasp. Then a victory. One short sharp squirt of liquid hits my palm and disappears through my fingers. A scream is muffled into a moan. Deep inside my attempts to relax give way to spasms that come at lightning speed. My bottom hits the bed hard, thighs trembling beyond control. The urge to pee battles with pleasure. Another press inside and the spasms grip my middle finger harder than ever. I can’t take it. Bursts of pee begin erupting from me. I can’t breath for the joy of it. Every wave of pleasure breaks into a hot golden splash that smothers my fingers. I withdraw my aching hand. An involuntary gasp signals a finale, the ecstasy writhing though becoming a breath in the night. As pleasure fades I can relax fully. The trickle of pee that runs to my bottom becomes a stream. The hiss is louder than any moan. Cold sheets become warm again, the precious hot liquid pooling around my back. My leggings are soaked and I love it. I’m almost exhausted, but not quite. So aroused by my own activities, I cannot find rest. In a final act, I remove the saturated leggings and allow my recovering hand to find my cliterous. It is electric to touch. I circle it with my index finger, building my body to one final indulgence. At last, my work is done.

Well, as I promised elsewhere, I ended up getting rather trashed on New Year’s Eve. I left out a Goodnite and Peepod bed pad on my bed in anticipation of getting rather drunk, and these preparations completed headed off on a fun evening with friends. We went out to a larger public party and got up to all sorts of drinking and fun. Life’s gotten a little busy, so I won’t share all the details of the evening in my usually fashion. But I will tease some of the following: the panties in the picture below are not the panties I left the house in (they were the backup panties in my purse) and that I did end up changing the pad I wore out of the house (and my panties) after I giggled myself into a rather large accident while walking outside with my hubby. Fortunately our friends had already taken off at this point, so I think only a couple of random strangers saw pee running down the legs of a woman in a knee length dark dress, and the ground was wet so I was able to avoid an obvious puddle of shame. I strategically wore a dress just in case, so I was able to change without too much hassle and spend a little more time at the party without anyone knowing I’d wet myself (ok, enough time for us to find a cab home as it was late and I was at the pissing herself in public stage of drunkenness). When I say ‘I was able to change’ I should correct that, and note that I was a little far gone at the time of the accident, and it was in fact my husband who helped usher me into a family washroom and literally helped dry my legs and get me changed into a dry pair of panties. I do remember trying to reward him for his chivalry with the proffer of sex or a blow job, but thankfully he declined (the washroom floor was gross and we were both rather drunk, my more than him). He helped get me out of my dry things, but I remember being very insistent that I was more than capable of putting on dry panties myself, and then almost bailing on the wet floor trying to get them on. I don’t remember putting in another pad and I think changing my pad was a little too much for the hubby. I was at the stage where at previous parties (one on New Year’s Eve actually) I’d wander into a toilet to change or pee, and then end up just sitting on the toilet in wet, or soon to be wet, things. Anyhow, I’ll leave the rest of the details up to your perverted imaginations, but I made it home, thanks in large part to the efforts of the hubby convincing a cab driver that we’d not mess up the back of his cab. Once home I was helped to bed and stripped of my dress and I think my hubby mad an effort to change me into the Goodnite I had intentionally left out but I was apparently having none of it and once again irresponsibly went to bed in nothing but panties and makeup (and contact lenses, ugh). The next morning when I woke up, it was probably like 2 in the afternoon and I had the bed to myself. Further inquiry revealed that I’d taken up most of the bed once I was deposited there, and my husband had opted to sleep elsewhere. I think it was partly because he was too lazy to try to muscle some space on the bed, but also, he’s a pretty smart guy and knows that if I’ve drunk and I’m not in a diaper, there’s going to be a puddle (and because he’s heavier than me, he might get the brunt of that puddle). Anyhow, so I woke up, rather hung over (ok very hung over) and I was laying in an actual puddle. You know how sometimes when you wet the bed you wake up in a wet patch, but the fabric of the sheets (or bed pad) has soaked up most of the wetness, so you are really laying on a damp sheet? Well this was nothing like that. It was like when I was younger and we had an actual plastic sheet on the bed, and if I forgot my Goodnite, I’d wake up in an actual puddle. So the depression caused by my body collected A LOT of pee in a puddle that gathered around my butt. When I say a lot, I mean like two or possible more Rachel bladders worth of pee, because there’s no way I could hold all the pee in my moderately-sized bladder at one time. The pink panties my hubby had helped change me into were drenched and were literally dripping. My eyes were almost glued shut as I’d forgotten to take my contacts out the night before (attempting to do this might have blinded me, so all in all it was the right decision, but it still sucked). So before I could properly appraise my situation, I had to first figure out how my eyes worked. I also had to get out of bed. While the wetness I felt indicated that I’d likely wet the bed a couple of times in the night, I was bursting to pee. This was likely what woke me up, as I could have slept for another couple of hours (we were up late). I groggily thought through my options. Despite my hang over and reduced capacity to reason I quickly came to the conclusion that if I got up a certain way, or even in general, I was going to dribble on the carpet. I also felt shaky and really didn’t want to get up. So being careful to stay generally in the same wet spot I had created innocently in my sleep, I rolled over onto my belly and spread my legs slightly. I also pulled the sheets and blanket back to prevent them from getting any more wet (they were a little damp in places but all in all not bad for a night time accident of this size). My entire middle section was sticky, clammy, and wet, and the cold puddle made me shiver. I immediately relaxed. The warmth of my fresh pee mixed with the cold from my puddle and made my skin tingle. I think if I’d not been so hung over I might have appreciated the sensations more, but it did feel good, and it felt even better not having to get out of bed. I appreciated the warm puddle and carefully rolled over again. I thought to myself, ‘if I weren’t so hung over, I’d reach over into the nightstand, grab a toy, and masturbate myself silly.’ But I was hung over, and all I wanted to do was shower and pry the dry husks that were last night’s contact out of my eyes. I was in a bit of a predicament, as if I’d been worried about leaving dribbles on the floor before, this was definitely a reality now. I sat up and immediately felt my fresh pee (that had cooled somewhat) pool around my butt cheeks. With my eyes dried slits, I carefully shimmied my panties off, all the while making sure to keep my centre of gravity in the puddle. I was worried that if I shifted it would run off the pad and into the sheets and mattress. Fully nude, I contemplated my options. I finally settled on the top sheet, which I pulled off the bed and folded into a makeshift towel. I could have called my hubby for a towel but that would have been way too embarrassing. So in one inelegant motion I stepped off the bed and wrapped my nether section in a make-shift diaper/towel. I did a mediocre job and later when I was cleaning up I scrubbed a couple of drips off the carpet. Anyhow, I dragged myself to the shower, and prodded my eyes under the water to get my contacts out. After a very lengthy shower, were I felt rather dizzy and queasy, I dried myself off and went back to the bedroom to inspect the damage. As you can see, I absolutely soaked the bed. However, my careful morning wetting and bed existing technique prevailed and I managed to keep the sheets dry! Happy New Year Everyone! Rachel

Anyone have anything like this? I'm not picky but I really would like to see videos where the girl tries to ignore it/sleep through it before wetting. The "Lays down, closes her eyes, instantly pees" thing is kinda....unrealistic. But as I said, not picky.

View File Bedwettings are my favorite Never knew there was an upload section for bigger files! I usually just post to VK for that reason. Thought you guys might enjoy some of my favorite recent bedwettings. My personal favorite was the hold, YT took down the video so I figured I'd upload it again for you guys. One of the videos was testing out a diaper, happy to say no leaks because I leak in almost all diapers! The 1-4-20 I thought came out particularly well too! @rachelkirwan recommended I share here, figure you'll also enjoy all the others Submitter DarthBane93 Submitted 01/06/2020 Category Bedwetting  

A lovely tumbr user challenged me to drink 16 ounces of water every 15 minutes until I burst. I figure I love it on the opposite gender, why not reciprocate the vibes. I can usually hold way too long but man oh man was I desperate, it like all catches up at once it seems! I was ready to go well before New Years, but all the pacing, leg lifting, bouncing and squirming helped me make it.... to my bed anyways. Prob the second most desperate I've ever been. Hope you all enjoy, Happy New Year! Life is what you make it

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

So, as I teased, Thursday night was my works holiday party, and I planned on getting drunk, or as I promised ‘wrecked.’ It’s been a busy few months and I wanted to unwind, also the party featured free wine and other drinks, vouchers for rides home, and after the official party, myself, the hubby, and a bunch of the younger people from work and their partners planned on going out clubbing. All in all, I planned to be less than responsible (especially after leaving the official work function), and in anticipation I left out a pair of Goodnites on the bed, and put down my peepod pad in place. I felt rather naughty leaving these things out on the bed. I wore a cute black skirt, nothing too short so that if I bend over people would see my knickers, but also not too long to be frumpy. Now there was some discussion about shimapan (striped panties), so I pulled on a pair of white with blue stripes (not to be confused with blue with white stripes) panties. Anyhow, I slipped a pad into my panties before leaving, for other reasons, put on some moderately sensible shoes (for dancing and tottering about), grabbed a small purse, changed my husband’s shirt and shoes, and we headed out. I won’t ramble on about the official work party portion of the evening. There were the usual chit chat, and some speeches, and so forth. I mostly kept it together, as in addition to staff we also had a ton of our volunteers out at the event. I did however, partake in a good portion of wine, possibly 5 glasses, maybe less, it was a little hard to say. Anyhow, water and finger food were also consumed with abandon, and the washroom was visited often. Once this part wrapped up, a decent sized group wandered down to the pre-arranged club. It was probably around 11pm at this point, and I was decently tipsy. I really haven’t gone clubbing in a little while, so it was kind of nice, but I was glad we had a bunch of friends and people we knew around. So much dancing occurred and I drank even more, I don’t really know how many but enough to stay a little tottery and certainly goofy. It was your usual club tunes, which means I knew very little of the music, as I’ve not gone clubbing in a while, but that was part of the fun, as most of the songs were new, we just sort of alternated between thrashing about on the dance floor, and leaning up against the wall drinking. I do have pretty clear recollection of one point in the night, which will be of interest to readers. This officers when rigorous dancing was taking place closer to the side of the dancing area. Jumping and dancing were happening and at one point I jumped up with both feet as high as I could go and landed hard with my legs slightly spread apart. Dancing on a mostly full bladder is fine for me, as long as I’m not doing anything too theatrical, and this was just the kind of move that gets me in trouble. As I landed I felt a serious whoosh of liquid escape my body. The pad I was wearing was flooded instantly and in my drunken state it took me a few seconds to bear down and stop the flow. I giggled and looked down. Fortunately, my legs were spread, so all I had done was soak my panties and pad, and leave a small (but noticeable spot) on the dance floor. No one seems to have noticed, and so I took a few steps to the wall, where I leaned to catch my breath and keep giggling. I felt a little goofy and thought I’d snap a picture of my little puddle (inhibitions being lowered), and I got a little carried away and took a bunch of pictures, which ended up looking cool because of the strobe lights. Anyhow, this is the puddle I left on the dance floor. After snapping these pictures, I hurried off to the washroom. The line wasn’t long and I got in a stall, pulled out the soaked pad, pulled off my panties, and squeeze dried them with toilet paper. Now despite my having brought a smaller purse I did have my usual spare pair of panties in a little zip lock bag with a spare backup pad. So I swapped out my panties, stuffing the striped panties into the baggie and pulling the fresh panties back on (after emptying my bladder in the toilet and carefully wiping my girl parts dry). Now my dress is the length where you could get away with going without panties, if you were careful, but I was not really at a stage of sobriety where I was going to be careful, there was a good chance that folks were going to see my knickers. I also should mention that my spare panties were not a dark colour that might have been harder to see in the low light of the club should a girl ‘get low’ or you know, do some other potentially revealing dance move. No, these panties were one of my dinosaur print panties. For some reason, wearing dinosaur print panties at a club felt very naughty. Why naughty you ask? Because if you are going to flash someone your panties ‘accidentally’ what’s more adorable, striped panties, or dino print panties? I’ll let you all decide. But basically, I was wearing a very adult dress and shoes, but had on one of my more adorable girly pairs of panties. I contemplated snapping some pictures of my wet panties and pad in the toilet, but I was tipsy and worried about dropping my phone in the toilet... needless to say I wasn't quite all there at this point. I rejoined the group and danced and drank until the club closed. By the time the lights came up, I was rather tipsy and kind of draped off my husband. Now he had quite a bit to drink as well but kept things together as he knew I was going to get messy. At this stage my recollection of the evening is patchy. Did I mention I’d been drinking? So I do remember a few snippets which are worth recounting. We were just in line to get our coats when my hubby leaned close to my ear and whispered (or sort of whispered, as there were plenty of people around us talking and you would have needed a stage whisper in order to be heard): “I’m going to get our coats. You should visit the washroom before we grab a cab.” I remember blushing furiously and starting to protest, but then checking my bladder and realizing that he was right, and knows me well enough that when I’m drinking like this, I’m very sloppy. Neither of us wanted me to wet a taxi seat, so I scampered off to the washroom to pee. I should add that when he does things like this, like reminding me to use the washroom ‘just in case,’ or to ‘wash my hands,’ or similar things like this, it makes me feel little and protected by a caring Daddy figure, and I love it! Anyhow, I nipped off to the loo and peed. I also pulled out the pad I had on, as it had caught a few additional dance-move related dribbles throughout the rest of the evening. I made it back to the coat check just after he got our coats. We said goodbye to a couple of our friends who had stuck it out, and my hubby ended up chatting with one of them for a little while, before we jumped in a cab (or Uber, I don’t remember). We got home, and made it up to our flat. I’m sure my hubby did a bit of lifting and pulling, as I was slightly uncooperative. Once we got home, the shoes came off, the purse which I miraculously still had found a comfortable spot on the floor, and staggering to the bedroom, I pulled off my dress in one go, and flopped down on the bed. I guess my hubby stayed up a little later, or fell asleep on the coach or something, because the next thing I knew he was shaking my awake. I was still pretty groggy, but apparently I had peed the bed wearing my dino panties and bra. I had more or less positioned myself onto the peepod pad, so the clean up was rather easy. I think I reprimanded my hubby for not properly changing my into ‘my nighttime panties’ and was more or less unhelpful as he pulled off the peepod pad, used a corner of it to more or less wipe my girl parts, and properly prepare me for bed. It must have been about 4 am or something (my hubby later confirmed that it was only like 3 am and I’d only been in bed for like an hour). Anyhow, he helped me into the Goodnites, which were still laying on the bed, and helped me get off my bra. The wet pad and panties were more or less folded up and flopped onto the floor. In order to stave off a hangover, we both had a glass of water. I knew it would likely end up mostly in the bed, but I am not a fan of hangovers. I remember putting up a fuss about not being ready for bed, and worried about wetting the bed again, so while I put on some PJ bottoms, my hubby located one of our Goodnite bed pads, stuck it down on the sheets, and put me to bed. This time he joined me and we were both out like a light. ----- The next morning I woke up to the feeling of wet cold cloth against my skin. It wasn’t too late, my phone said like 11 am, and normally given how late we had been up, I would have had a lay in, but I was wet. VERY wet. I felt around underneath me and between my legs and I felt a very wet and swollen Goodnite, along with wet PJ bottoms, and even a considerable wet spot on the bed pad. My hubby was groggily mumbling next to me, so I dragged myself out of bed, stripped off the wet PJ bottoms, and padded into the washroom wearing a very swollen diaper. I took my all-too-common post-bedwetting shower, and then, because I was mostly awake at this point, I went about making breakfast. After a while, my hubby joined me and filled me in on some of the events of the evening (used to complete the above story). He also lightly teased me about wetting the bed twice in one night; Something about knowing he had a wife who wet the bed, but just not that much. And also ‘for a little girl, I certainly peed a lot.’ This had the effect of both embarrassing and turning me on. I thanked him for taking good care of me the previous night, and promised sexy times later in the day, once we were both a little less hung over (the water had not really helped). While tidying up, I thought I’d snap a picture of both bedwetting incidents for posterity (and you perverts). So here is the aftermath of the first wetting; my peepod pad and wet dino panties (the wet striped panties were still in the baggie in my purse). As you can see, the pad did a good job of catching this initial accident. The pad and panties were cold to the touch, and smelled only faintly of pee. I then artfully arranged the Goodnite, wet PJs, on top of the wet bed pad, and snapped some more pics. I can’t believe I peed that much, usually, a Goodnite can hold one full Rachel bladder, so given the size of the puddle on the bed pad and the dampness of my PJ bottoms, I must have wet twice wearing these things. So I’ve left the title a little vague… Anyhow, here are the shots of the Goodnite in the bathroom on its own, so you can see how wet it got. Anyhow, that was my rowdy messy night. I hope you enjoyed it. Rachel

A dark day overshadowed by its own achievements the onlookers watched as the stage lights flickered to life unaware of the truth hidden deep beneath the hard earth they stood on the man began waltzing about the recently constructied wood platform that would be gone as soon as it appeared he spoke not only to the large crowd he so skillfully baited but to himself “its foolproof” he thought “now now” his voice billowed from the speakers “i have a plan... one to change the world..... forever “ that last word never meant much before The crowd screamed for more, this man was a genius, biggest tech manufacturer in the city normally he went on about his newest phone or some computer thats name is worth more then it abilities but not today... chapter one never He looks at the crowd and smiles” looks like my job here is don-“ It truly was In less than a second blood splattered on the stage seeping in too the poorly sealed wood He fell as the crowd ran in panicked fury The attacker walked off stage almost unnoticed... almost she was a detective working freelance with long brown hair and more than an impressive body standing amongst the crowd but probably not the only one with a weapon Swiftly boring of the mans honeyed words she squeezed between the human wall or at least tried too get to the restroom Yet then disaster struck She watched as the attacker plunged a dagger into the back of the mans neck severing his spine immediately She took action and raced to the staircase barely noticing the warm drops of urine that slipped out into her panties She reached the stage only to see the murderer duck behind the curtains She sprinted after them with another spirt of urine leaking out As soon as she rounded the corner the murderer grabbed her in a choke hold, bolting into action she flipped them over her head and on to the ground her bladder bulging crying for release He hit the boards with a thud and quickly stood back up pointing the knife at her, she in response pulled her own weapon as a matter of reflex she stood holding the stub nose revolver, adrenaline coursing through her...and with urine running freely down her legs The murderer stood shocked for a moment, and that was the last mistake he made as she put a round in has forehead She relaxed a bit as her muscles loosened so did her bowels pushing a warm soft mass into her already saturated panties She reached to feel the extent of the damages touching the seat of her pants and squishing the mess against her body by accident “shit” she murmured to herself both figuratively and literally Swiftly brushing aside her own pride she marched forward toward the body hoping the stains and smells aren’t too clear She squatted down rubbing the mess against her body and rummaged through the corpses pockets finding two daggers near identical to the one it was holding , and a match box She stood up and hurried to her car It was a rundown suv with plenty of scratches and dings she took a seat feeling the warm mess of her shame After a quick and unpleasant ride she reached home undid the lock and walked in She took of the black long coat she was wearing emptied her pockets and walked to her room in the mid sized house. First she slid off the plane black shirt then pulled down and stepped out of the knee length black skirt and finally she pealed off her gray leggings they were stained...badly with long tendrils of wetness all having there origin from a large dark spot between the thighs. She looks down at her panties and scoffed”pee proof huh” then looking back at the stained leggings She cleaned up her mess and read over the packaging on her dresser it read. “Pee proof panties five pack/ perfect for ANY mishaps” She grabbed a clean pair and realized it was her last pair A hot pain of embarrassment spread throughout her chest thinking back, this was the seventh time this happened but never to this extent it was always just small spirts here and there but never a full mess though it had all started last week after a car wreck it just got worse with every incident she sighed and pulled on a low cut gray shirt along with a mid length skirt just above the knees She set her laundry in the washer, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and threw on her coat on her way out the door Another less unpleasant car ride later she arrived at the store, it was pretty big and a member of a large chain As she heads in she downs the last of her water and tosses it in the recycling bin She pushes her cart through row after row grabbing some groceries a few boxes of bullets from sporting goods and a few bottles of alcohol Then finally the last thing on her list She had been thinking about for awhile but overcoming her pride She pushes her cart down the hygiene aisle and winces and she grabs certain product of the shelf and into her cart then heads to checkout There was only one checkout land available and it hat three people in it she just got at the end of the line After a minute or two of waiting she felt a certain fullness of the bladder,and despite her...track record she decided to hold it, and after about ten minutes she was about to burst and was finally getting checked out with a few beeps and an overly talkative cashier just as he finishes, he looks and says “whats with the face something wrong” just as he looks down to the item that just declined to see one twelve pack of absorbent women’s Briefes, he looks back up to see relief on her face She was full to bursting and the loud noise of the barcode scanner declining sets her off,as at first a slow trickle soon spills out at full blast the hot urine rushing through her panties causing them to cling close to her skin... soon its done and she comes to the realization that she just pissed her self , her face reddens and she grabbed her items and rushed to the bathroom She calmly stepped into the large stall and opened the plastic bag the “briefs” were in and pulled down her panties, thankfully her skirt seemed to be spared as she wiped up and pulled on the brief She walked through the near empty parking lot with a minor yet still unfamiliar bulk between her legs yet she walked on, as she passed by a man he tried grabbing her and only managed to get a grip on the elastic band on her skirt She kicked his legs out from under him the man fall still holding the skirt pulling it down with him She sees another man out of the corner of her eye, holding a remarkably similar dagger to the ones she had in her possession but despite this mystery she was outnumbered and stepping out of her still on the ground skirt as she runs Upon reaching her car she locked the door and speed home Too Tired too think she ate a quick dinner took her shirt off and flopped into her bed Chapter two going She woke up around seven and stiffly crawled out of bed After a cup of coffee she looked at the situation someone killed the man at the event, whose name turned out to be Jim, that same someone probably sent those men who attacked her And here she is sitting in her house putting these things together in only her bra and the same brief she put on yesterday She goes to her room gets dressed in an large shirt and leggings only she looks in the mirror looks herself up and down “pretty normal” she murmured to herself as she pulls up the large shirt witch was about down to her lower thighs... to see that the Beige outside of the brief was pretty clear to see through the thin black leggings She inspects the match box she found and notes it has the name of a club on it On her way out she pulls on her coat and climbed in her car and made her way to the address on the match box It was a rather seedy bar with few people speaking in hushed tones She orders herself a drink sits down and begins watching for anyone who could be behind the murderer, after nearly 9 hours of sitting around drinking and waiting with a few bathroom breaks, finally she sees someone walk out from behind the counter from seemingly nowhere, they exit the bar and she as they climbed into there car wrote down there license plate She having got what she needed drove home and drank to celebrate her discovery Normal routine and she flopped in bed ditching everything but her bra and briefs Waking up is unpleasant when you have a hangover even more so in her situation She woke up cold and clammy and pulled her sheets off to see a large wet patch on the bed and to realize her brief was soaked” i wet the bed” she murmured to herself And a new voice confirmed with”yes did you naughty little baby” says the voice in a seductive female tone, She turns in surprised and sees a woman sitting on a arm chair “your making a mistake investing the murder” the woman scoffed “The names Evelyn” the women states “and your Armani correct?”Evelyn was correct Armani quickly pulled a gun from under her bed and pointed it at Evelyn”who are you Armani asked “hey no need to go ballistic” Evelyn jokes before being shot in the kneecap “WHAT WAS THAT FOR”Evelyn screamed “Trespassing”Armani quickly replies “now who do you work for” she asked Evelyn grins despite the pain” you need not to know but maybe I’ll tell you on one condition “and what is that” Armani replied then retrained her gun to The woman’s forehead then she noticed a small hisss was heard and upon looking at the women’s things to see a yellow liquid leaking out the women’s face contorted in embarrassment, Armani chuckled to her self but stopped mostly because of the sagging brief she was wearing so clearly Evelyn looked Armani in the eyes and said three things” first say sorry and fix my knee, next give me a chance to clean up then”she grinned”then...make out with me”Evelyn said in an oh so seductive tone Armani smiled”maybe I just might... shoot you in the head” a pull of the trigger and the problems were solved or at least for now Evelyn wasn’t dead only knocked out by the rubber rounds, She grabs the unconscious body and lays her out on the bed front down only to see a large wet spot on the women’s nylon pants Armani sighed and stripped the wet pants off of Evelyn to see emerald green silk panties saturated to the maximum With a slightly cruel thought Armani pulled off the panties wiped her off and put a brief on her Looking at herself she also cleaned up tossing the soggy briefs and putting on a fresh pair, she looked in the mirror as she was pulling a skirt on and thought “that was a disaster” before putting her shirt on and throwing her bed sheets to the washer Soon Evelyn was slowly waking to find herself bound to a chair, thinking back this had not gone well for her in fact not only had she been apprehended but she pissed her self as well”what do we have here” Armani asked “ready to talk” Evelyn only then realized she had to go to the bathroom “ok ok just let me go to the bathroom”Evelyn knew when she was beat “ talk first” Armani replied smugly “Fine i was sent to capture you by the or-“ she cut herself off suddenly clenching and holding her legs together Armani grinned and kneeled down grabbed Evelyn’s legs and pulled them apart then with her other hand pressed down on The women’s abdomen and with a quick push a large bulge formed between her thighs then the mess spread throughout the brief Armani looked and said”see you went to the bathroom now talk” “i was sent to capture you by the organization i don’t know anything i was just in it for the money i was just following orders” Evelyn pleaded “Fine “Armani reached for the knot at the back of the chair and let the ropes fall slack Evelyn stood up with an unfamiliar bulk and a large mess between her legs “this feels kinda nice i could get use to this” she thought because being shoved out of the house “ hey at least give me a skirt or something”Evelyn demanded before being shoved out the door without a word Days four pass and Armani has a plan... She unlocked the door and took her coat off, she had been doing smaller cases to ward off any suspecting onlookers As per usual she striped down removing her shirt and undoing the buttons on her skirt. the usual situation had happened a car passed too quickly to recklessly clipping the back of her car and jolting a brief jet of urine loose into the brief she was wearing yet she stripped them off too and went too her dresser pulling out pair of cotton panties and looking at the package of briefs only one left she had been going through two or three a day with nine or ten small incidents a day nothing too major, though it was kind of embarrassing having to wear them but better then piss running down her thighs every time she gets startled Just to be safe she put on three pairs of panties... it was about eight o’clock and she was sitting at the table eating her dinner in only her undergarments After finishing up she was washing her plate off and a motorcycle speed by loudly she dropped the dish in the sink in surprise when it wore off she felt a familiar warmth The damage wasn’t to great only one layer was wet but too be safe she put on a fourth pair of panties before bed Chapter three What do you believe It was a cool morning with rays of sunshine glaring through the closed blinds She woke up slowly and sat up “what a nice morning “ she thought sarcastically And then with the realization that a coldness was setting in she threw off the covers and looked down to see the entire sheet was soaked through and so were the panties she wore After mentally scolding herself for letting this happen the second time,she took all the sheets of and tossed them in the washer she took everything off and climbed into a hot bath and relaxed, After about thirty minutes she crawled out wrapped a towel around herself and went to get dressed She had a plan for today and she was going too dress for it First she pulled one the last brief ,then four pairs of panties over it one of them being triple seated cotton another being one of her pee proof panties the third being laced silk the last being a pair of emerald green silk panties that felt fitting for the situation Then she slipped into a bra with a chain mail one over it, and she slipped a small single shot .22 pistol into a small pocket of the bra And as embarrassing as it was she pulled over the one romper like onesie and snapped it shut at the crouch She pulled on a pair of green pantyhose and set of light gray leggings on that still had some discolored stains from last time Then simple athletic shorts with a navy blue pleated skirt After that she slipped a kevlar vest and a pair of shoulder holsters A small gun in the pocket of her shorts A side holster over the skirt with a .38 revolver And a simple black shirt Almost ready she grabbed an ammo bag and made sure it had at least to magazines for everything along with some first aid supplies Then she slung a pump acton shot gun over her shoulder She pulled on her coat and downed a bottle of water and a quick breakfast Then she hit the road After an hour of driving she pulled up to what was supposed to be an abandoned military base... it wasn’t abandoned She stepped inside and quietly crepe until she grabbed a small almost unnoticeable handle in the floor”exactly where she said it would be” she thought as she lifted the handle and opened the hatch, as she creeps down the narrow staircase she feels a few drops escape into the soft padding between her legs. But at last she reached the bottom and there was a long concrete hallway with a single woman patrolling up and down the hallway, she slipped along the shadows getting closer and closer the she simply pulled out a white handkerchief,jumped behind the guard held it over their mouth and after a second the guard fell to the ground' she rummaged through the guards equipment the only thing worth while being a taser. She stood back up took one last look at the guard and saw the large yellow puddle that had had leaked out of the their unconscious body reminding her of a small pain form her bladder. She pressed forward and swiftly yet near silently opened the door at the end of the hallway to see... a... ballroom with people dancing slowly in circles yet strangely completely and utterly silent. She walked through people turned there heads to look but they all had the same face it was... disturbing Finally she reached the end there was one of these... things alone then it walked up to her then with a surprising powerful grip it began to do the same walz as everyone else she had no choice but to play along, soon she felt herself clenching as the moves of the dance became more and more extravagant until it held her close, she felt a sharp pain in her chest as the thing released her with a dagger sticking out of her chest “ but how” she wondered for she was wearing body armor, she staggered back as spirts of urine started seeping into the brief she finally fell and drifted off. Only to wake up with her arms and legs belted to the cold metal interrogation table she laid upon. She looked at the situation she was bound to a table she still seemed to have all her weapons on her, her brief was soaked but lucky it wasn’t leaking and somehow she still felt full up. After a minute or two someone walked through the door It was Evelyn wearing only a corset and a short pleated skirt she looked then with a gleeful expression said” hey its you again, ya know because of you i got taken off field duty and got moved to interrogator””how did you like the show...it was caused by a halogenic gas ““but hey were friends and all i mean i sent you all that information” Armani replied “ just untie me all right” Evelyn grinned and stated” not without some fun first” before prancing up to Armani and giggling as she pushed down on Armani’s abdomen after a brief moment both of the women heard the low hisssss as Armani slowly let it trickle out without trying to stop it but most of it stopped was stopped by the four layers of panties she wore, soon after a warm mess spilled into the leaking brief but stopped Armani felt she let enough out Evelyn laughed and said “ lets get you cleaned up” before undoing the belts on her legs and pulling down her shorts and skirt next the leggings”you’ve pissed these before” as she removed the dry yet stained leggings then the pantyhose and she looked at the plane white snap on” oooh scandalous” as she unbuttoned the crotch piece to see emerald green silk panties...after a laughing fit from Evelyn she said “ ooh you must be pissing these worst than I use too” before removing them and the dry silk ones she wore below, then there it was the pee proof panties contained most of it along with the cotton ones “ i use to wear stuff like these before that incident with you” she says peeling them off then at last she looked at the soaking wet brief Evelyn broke the sides before lifting them out rolled them up and tossed them in the trash bin Armani spoke up” do you have any of these briefs” she asked shyly Evelyn grinned and restated “ i use to wear stuff like these before that incident with you... I decided i didn’t need them it was only a intimation mission ... boy was i wrong” “then i decided to switch to something stronger”she lifted up her skirt and shows off a white pull-ups with padding all the way front and back instead of just on the bottom like the brief and a wetness indicator that showed dry...for now...Evelyn turned left and right showing off her pull-up”trust me they hold a-lot more””I’ve been having plenty of wetting lately... in fact” she lifts her skirt a little higher as she, with ease released a stream of urine while the wetness indicator turned a clear blue” I’ve been wearing them everywhere” she stated “i never have to be desperate of embarrassed again I’ve just been pissing my self whenever even if there’s a bathroom” she lets her skirt back down and says “ here lets get you one as well” she reached into a pocket and unfolded the soft fabric outside of the pull-ups then produced a bottle of talcum powder from who knows wear proceeded to powder Armani’s crotch and pull on the pull-ups Armani was ashamed too be getting changed but it did feel good having the thicker padding between her thighs Evelyn put all of Armani clothes back on her including those emerald green silk panties that she was still laughing about Evelyn finished uniting Armani and helped her stand back up “lets keep going”Armani proclaims and they together head deeper in the base Soon they after sneaking through seemingly abandoned hallways they reached what looked like a large conference room Capter four Knifepoint “It seems like some kind of meeting”Armani pointed out “AND I WASENT INVITED””give me that shotgun” raged Evelyn And so she did handing the gun to Evelyn and drawing her .44 revolver Then all hell broke loose, the two marched through the unsuspecting crowd both weapons loaded with rubber bullets soon the fifty sixty people the were assembled were all on the ground... all except one who stood alone in the crowd the lady held a combat knife and charged Armani held her ground as she felt the warm bulge of the absorbent material swelling between her thighs not even knowing she has pisses herself as the women took a stab with reckless abandon and immediately got pistol wiped and knocked out Armani looked and said”lets try to sneak next time now I’m going to take this uniform“Armani took off her coat shirt skirt and leggings putting everything in the bag leaving her only in the onesie, Evelyn piped up” ooh i might need to get one of those” She slipped the uniforms big dark blue shirt and put on the uniforms pencil skirt Evelyn laughter broke the silence as she pointed up the women Armani stripped was wearing a similar pull-up to her own, except it had cartoonish cheerleaders wearing oversized diapers printed on it along with the wetness indicator that instead of being a single line was a bunch of stars disappeared one at a time depending on how wet it was...there were no stars... Evelyn rummaged around and found in a large pouch of a utility belt two more similar ones depicting all the latest cartoon princesses “ one for you one for me” she said and gave one to Armani who did not see the appeal and shoved it in her bag “like i would ever were that” she thought “In fact i could go for a change now”Evelyn grinned unbuttoning her skirt and letting it fall down she stepped out of the skirt and bent down to pick it up practically pointing out the large brown stain showing through her soaked pull-ups Armani mockingly said” you couldn’t hold it” , Evelyn replied in a seductive tone” what is a girl to do” “and i know you probably didn’t hold it that well”, she had guessed correctly Evelyn finished cleaning and powdering herself up and slipped into the childish garment before buttoning her skirt back up “Lets go”Armani said and they pressed onward After looking around they found what they were looking for, a windowless door with the label administrations office, Armani felt a pressure in her bowels Upon entering they saw a lone women in a tailored suit with long pink hair staring at around twelve computer monitors each one with a different camera feed “I’ve been expecting you” the women states” “cliché” booed Evelyn Ignoring her the women continued”you did good to make it this far for now its time to meet... your...d o o m” as the women flips out a six inch folding knife “NOW ITS ON”Evelyn yells as she try’s to rack a shell in the shotgun only too find herself out of ammo not discouraged she flips the gun around and grabs the barrel and holds the gun like a baseball bat The women turns to show her face... a face with one robotic eye and with elegant accuracy the throws the blade, it flys centimeters from Evelyns hip slicing the string holding the button on her skirt””missed me”Evelyn taunted only for her skirt to fall down showing the childish pull-ups “i didn’t think such childish garments came in such a size nor did i know you were such a baby” The women said with a smugness Evelyn did not respond with words but with acton ramming the stock of her shotgun into the women’s head, the women fell to her knees but recovered quickly and dive rolled behind her and slammed an open palm into the back of Evelyn’s calf Evelyn fell down and swore as the stars fade from her pull-ups along with a large brown bulge that had formed“see...all you are is a incompetent idiotic incontinent traitorous diaper wearing child” the women states with a hint of rage Armani trying to get the jump on the women took a shot with her revolver the loud bang of the shot startling a jolt of urine into the damp pull-up only for the women to cleave it in half with her knife Armani prepared for a last stand drawing a combat knife she charged the women immediately slashed the elastic band of her skirt slicing both gun belts as well Armani slashed at the women and made a clean cut to the front of her suit causing it too fall from the women’s shoulders and hang at her hips showing off a tight sports bra The women brought the knife down in a downward strike yet Armani dogged to the side the knife only cutting off the side of the shorts Armani wore causing them too fall to the ground Armani slashed at the women’s hand throwing the women’s knife across the room with that the women lunged taking them both to the ground she grabbed Armani’s leggings and yanked them off along with the pantyhose but then Armani kicked her away the women got up close and managed to rip Armani‘s shirt off with her well manicured nails leaving Armani wearing nothing over the snap on onesie “a childish costume” the women scoffed as they both stood squared up The women kicked low hitting both of the snaps then she grappled Armani and flung her over her shoulder pulling the onesie off alone with picking back up her knife and causing Armani to let out a five second long stream of urine as well at that moment Armani realized that”she was doing this on purpose”Armani could only wonder Armani stood in only the ballistic vest and the emerald green silk panties the women lunged and pulled the vest off of Armani then pulling down her panties as Armani pulled down the women’s pants This left Armani in her lacy satin...and the women in a pair of pink ruffled panties that had a stain on the bottom A brief moment of silence passed only broken by a familiar sound hisssss They both looked down at the others crotch The women stared at the yellow stream flowing freely from Armani’s panties Armani stared at the long stream of urine that emanated from a clear dark splotch contrasting the vibrant pink of the ruffed panties a splotch that appeared in the same spot as the discolored stain They both in that moment throw their knives Almost as if in slow motion the knives collided in the air flying by and cutting through the side of the others panties Both of the under garments fell to the ground The women looks at Armani’s pull-up that was still leaking through “how ironic” The women thought Armani looked down at the women’s crotch and thought “how hypocritical” as she looked at the bright pink cloth diaper that was so thick she couldn’t even put her legs together “she must have more accidents then me to be leaking through something so thick” At last both streams stopped and they looked each others eyes and the women said “we are the same you and i we were both pissing are-selves throughout the fight we both are on the verge of messing are-selves we both woke up in a wet bed this morning we. Are. The. Same” and Armani acknowledge that everything she just said was true *three days earlier Chapter five Mile Sonia drove home after a long day at work soon she pulled up and got out of her car entered her house and stripped out of her suit and she looked in the mirror here she stood in her cloth diaper, not only that she had been so nervous one point today that she shit herself, oh the embarrassment she could swear everyone could tell, she changed out of it and cleaned herself off She went to her drawer and disappointing only saw one diaper left, she would have to do laundry unfortunately the washer was already running She put on the diaper had dinner and went to sleep That night It hounded at her just because she got yelled by her superiors she shit herself her mined just kept coming back to it probably everyone could tell yet soon she drifted to sleep She woke up and crawled out of bed with a ringing at the door she was too tired to be self aware she grabbed her mug of coffee downed most of it and went to the door not bothering to check who it was and flung it open to see a door to door salesman she panicked and came to her senses and immediately started pissing her already wet diaper wearing nothing else besides her diaper and bra the door to door salesman saw her fling open the door and immediately piss herself and leak onto the floor He just backed away She shut the door in an panicking fluster”i just pissed my self in front of a random person”and in this panic she promptly sat down and tried to calm down she relaxed her muscles... all of them and she sat there as she unloaded her bladder... and her... bowls shoving a massive mess into her diaper After ten minutes she calmed down mopped the floor and cleaned up throwing all her diapers into the washer to find she had no detergent She never was fully toilet trained she always wet the bed and pisses herself.....constantly its just how it was... She pulled a pair of pink ruffle panties and hoped nothing bad would happen as unprotected as she was she put on some white leggings and short shorts she climbed in her car After a thirty minutes drive she exits her car and walks across the parking lot soon she walks in the store as she walks along she sees one of her employees about ten feet away in the hygiene aisle, it was Evelyn who looked slyly grinned lifted up her skirt revealing a slim white pull-up and Sonia watched as she began pissing herself...willingly? Sonia wondered what would make her do such a thing before Evelyn bent her knees slightly and shit herself then bent over seeming showing off and picked up a box of pull-ups she set down as well as a bottle of baby powder Sonia decided it wasn’t her business and got detergent checked and went to the bathroom before leaving only to walk in and see Evelyn from below the stall pulling down a messy pull-up and sliding on a fresh one “ how could she not care like that anyone could see” Sonia wondered suddenly she heard the sound of the stall door being unlocked Sonia swiftly fled from the restroom and walk towards the door while nervously thinking” shes behind she will recognize me she has to be behind me she must know my secret but i cant look behind me then she will know i know” suddenly her knees locked up as a spirt of urine slipped out she clenched as hard as she could but that only made it worse as urine cascaded through her shorts down her leggings and leaving a discolored stain on her pink panties She went home thoughtless took the wet shorts leggings and panties off And started a load of laundry She Put on a pair of pink panties and climbed in bed and fell asleep despite it only being noon Sonia woke up too the same loud annoying alarm clock a quick slap was all it needed to quite down she sat up slowly and felt a coldness, she lifted up the covers to see that the pink panties she was wearing had done nothing to stop bed wetting ... again not only that, she had shit herself in her sleep sadly this wasn’t new after a second she felt the need to go again and decided it wasn’t worth getting up, she freely released what she could of held easily the warm liquid spreading through her panties and leaking onto the bed...she laid in her mess for thirty minutes, before getting up making and eating breakfast then getting changed Soon she laid down gave herself a heavy coating of baby powder and slipping the pink childish cloth diaper and attaching the velcro that held it on She pulled the same pink ruffle panties as yesterday that now had an stain to remind her of that incident she put on a suit and went to work... She watched the camera feed as the two of them ripped through her guards and finished downing her water bottle right at they finished up after a minute of Evelyn changing they entered the room she tried to be as intimidating as one can possibly be while pissing herself in fear Chapter six Ending They looked each other in the eyes and Sonia charged forwards only for Armani to punch her Sonia fell onto her knees and let it go as she released a massive mess into her diaper Only seconds later it was followed up by Armani doing the same as the tight constants of the pull-up push it against her skin Armani sat down beside Sonia and asked “join us” “yes” she replied simply “well now we have to get out of here”Armani stated”we also all need to get changed” Sonia pointed out Sonia stood up and opened one of her desk drawers and pulled out a bag of wet wipes and a cloth diaper she changed herself while Armani woke up Evelyn” wake up” Armani said before slapping her...hard After a few minutes they got Evelyn up to speed then she changed into a new white pull-up and Now it was Armani’s turn “ do you have anymore pull-ups” she asked “nope” Evelyn replied sassily” you just have to wear the princess one” Evelyn finished Armani cleaned up but felt ashamed to be putting on the colorful pull-up yet she found it strangely attractive she put it on grabbed all the clothes on the floor only bothering to put on the onesie soon they departed headed for Armani’s house When they got there Armani gathered all her stuff and loaded it into the suv soon they were bound for Sonia’s home in which there were moving into” your house was on the map you will be safer here”as they pulled up in front of a large house they upon entering they Evelyn and Armani stood in awe of the overly fanciful house Armani stood and didn’t particularly notice the urine flooding out with a hissssss Evelyn looked over and said”that impressive huh” Armani only then felt the wetness between her thighs she blushed with embarrassment “i see were your coming from” Evelyn said with a hissss of her own After an hour of two Evelyn went to the store to get some things and Armani finished getting everything moved in then she laid down on the couch and took a nap Armani is awoken with a sharp pain and felt a mess entering her pull-up she looked up to see Evelyn had been pushing down on her abdomen “what was that for” she asked “nothing in particular” Evelyn replied just we’ve have been told to lay low for about a month, also catch” she says tossing a 115 pack of pull-ups “for you” * a month later* Armani entered the building to see Evelyn lounging about”rough day?” She asked mocking the large wet spot on her pants and had a leaking pull-up “Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answers to”Armani stated before walking off to her room Armani had another lead on the case but first she needed to clean up first... she walked over to the dresser she kept her pull-ups in she found it to be near empty only two left she didn’t think she went through them so quickly she only used four or five a day and often one at night and she had pretty regular accidents but rarely messed “ehh “she thought “it won’t be a problem as she put on the second to last one and shoved to other in her bag along with a pair of panties just in case She put on some clothes threw on her coat and called” i will be back in a few She walked out the door and drove off Whey they had asked Sonia what she knew about the murder she proclaimed that she only organized it she had no part in the motive Armani Was driving lone forest roads on a cold day to a hidden outpost she only saw the coronets to coronets that she saw while looking through Sonia’s computer She stepped out of the car and immediately felt a chill run through her body but sure enough she found a door to a concrete bunker she made sure her revolver was loaded she placed the explosives by the door lit the fuse and dived for cover she landed unsure if it had it properly only for the blast boom through the empty forest, causing a pleasant warmth too grow between her thighs... she stood up and stepped past the rubble of the door she shivered seeing that it was only colder down there she descended down the damp concrete stairs She came to a door with the temperature being about thirty degrees and a clamminess settling in where the fabric of the pull-up had been saturated none the lest she cracked the door to see only only one guard who was wearing a heavy button-up one piece jumpsuit the guard Strangely the guard had a look of desperation with her eyes close and her jaw clenched the women twisting and pushing her legs together in a attempt to hold it in “she must be desperate” she took aim at said guard and she tensed up she pulled the trigger a small amount of urine leaking out and then...click the gun misfired, Armani felt the urine flood and leak out of her pull-up while the women turned only to see Armani and a brief expression of fear ran across her face before a wave of relief “she must not piss herself very often” Armani thought The women held the face of simple relief for a minute Armani looked down at the women’s crotch to see no wetness “this job must require her to wear a diaper”Armani considered as the guard seeing Armani blushed violently her face red with embarrassment she just fell over and passed out with shame Armani walked up and unbuttoned the jumpsuit to she too see she was wearing regular panties but they were soaked through with a large mess in the back, she looked to see that the suit itself had what looked like a cloth diaper built in between the legs Armani looked around to find a locker with a identical jumpsuit “this could be useful”Armani though as she shoved it in her bag in said locker she also found a bag of wet wipes that she used to clean up and change into her last pull-up she slipped it one the fabric being cold against her skin She continued down a long hallway finally entering a room with a long row of cells only for a swift all oxygen cut off from her brain she collapsed the women stood over Armani’s unconscious body “suspect apprehended” she said into a radio she noticed a puddle leaking out and lifted up Armani’s skirt “place her in cell six B” “and bring her a diaper change” Evelyn laid about bored and alone in the large house wearing only her undergarments and a childishly printed pull-up she decided too snoop around some She came too Sonia’s room and began rummaging in her drawers Evelyn laughed loudly and she looked in Sonia’s bottom drawer “all of her panties and diaper are pink” she says cracking up see sees a pair different from to rest... a dark blue pull on swim diaper “oh i have to try this on” she says along with grabbing a pink bikini top from her room she took off her wet pull-up and slipped a clean one with the swim diaper over it she put on a bikini top and despite to being fifty degrees she dived in and stayed perfectly dry she swam back up and took a deep breath then swam to the bottom “now for the final test” she thought as she flooded into the diaper she felt a stark contrast between the cold water and the warmth between her thighs she was happy” wait till I put one on Armani” she said only half joking Sonia stood yelling at one of her employees ‘what do you mean you lost it” she demanded in her most intimidating voice as a steady flow of urine was absorbed by her diaper.“ i must of been pick pocketed or something the hard drive was in my pocket one second gone the next” the employee stated in a panic squirming“please don’t fi-“ she was cut off by a long hissss as she jammed her legs together in a attempt to stem the flow the employee drooped her head in shame “I’m sorry i yelled” Sonia said apologizing “go get yourself cleaned up and take the day off “Sonia said “can you keep a secret “Sonia asked, the women nodded Sonia stood up and pulled down her pants and undergarments giving the women a flash of her wet pink cloth diaper before pulling her pants back up The women smile and thanked Sonia on her way out Only minutes later a video call appeared on all her screens “ have you apprehended the targets yet Sonia” the voice asked menacingly “no i have not” Sonia replied while pissing herself violently “do so swiftly” and the call ended Sonia hoped they didn’t notice the urine that was still running down her legs Armani slowly opened her eyes as she began recollecting what lead her here soon she snapped awake she was suspended form the ceiling about ten feet above the ground held up by two long elastic ropes connected to a harness she was wearing that had belts holding each thigh connected to a belt on her hips similar too what a bungee jumper would use the only difference being the locks holding it on she also noticed the new pull-up she was wearing that depicted cartoonish cheerleaders wearing oversized diapers she felt embarrassed that not only someone had changed her that they put that on her, it was dry... for now She soon realized her hands were gripped onto two handles on the elastic rope as soon as she released them for a moment she held shakily upright until something hit her in the back shooting urine into the aforementioned pull-up she flipped upside down and swinging back and forth before she saw the guard that must of captured her who was wearing a jumpsuit that must of been the guards uniform “so your awake” the guard said joyfully “ i haven’t reported your capture to headquarters yet... lets talk first” she says Armani looked and said” have i seen you before” The women laughed” i was about to bring that up you the one who stole me uniform off my unconscious body and left me to be A LAUGHINGSTOCK” she raged “Now its my turn” she hits a button on a small remote the ropes expand and contract swinging Armani around each sharp turn shooting a little more urine into the pull-up And it stops leaving Armani hanging upside down and finally lets loose as a yellow streams run out of the top of the pull-up down her chest and thankfully missing her head “WHO IS THE BABY NOW” the guard screamed maniacally As Armani hung upside down she slowly and inconspicuous reached into a hidden pocket and pointed the small pistol at the guard the pistol made a quiet crack as the small bullet stuck the remote the cables released Armani hit the ground with a dive roll swiftly upper cutting the guard knocking her to the ground Sonia arrived home to see Evelyn laying back in the pool she walked up Evelyn looked and said” drink too much at the office?” In a snarky tone “if you made a mess in then pool your cleaning it” Sonia scolded she couldn’t see what Evelyn was wearing “you want a peek” Evelyn said seductively before strutting out of the pool showing off the blue swim diaper that had a large bulge in the back “Is that-” “yes”” did you-“ “also yes” “have you seen-“” she left””want me to join you””.......yes” Sonia stepped inside went to her room peeled off her wet pants and slid down her panties, she sighed and looked in the mirror, the bottom of the diaper was soaked through...it was shameful. She put on a fresh cloth diaper then slid on the swim diaper they really didn’t absorb that much and were covers more than anything else She put on a matching blue tie on bikini top and a swim skirt she looked out the window her room was on the third floor with a balcony above the pool She stood atop the railing bent her knees and jumped as she fell everything felt like slow motion as she fell through the air her bladder released... so did her bowls. Armani swiftly reached into a pocket of the dazed women’s the jumpsuit and pulled out what seemed to be a spare remote she set a 30 minute timer on it and in a cruel twist tore the guards jumpsuit off too see her beige panties it looked like she had been relying on the jumpsuit based of the countless resent stains but they were dry lowered another harness down and latched it on the guard clicking the lock shut and shoved the key into her shirt pocket the guard jolted up only too see the spare remote on the ground then to see Armani step on the raise max button and both began being pulled by the powerful winches hundreds of feet above them They stopped at forty feet the limit they would go with someone in them “Now here’s a fight” Armani said as she started swinging back and forth The guard said nothing as she twisted her legs together “I wish I was wearing a diaper” she thought nervously soon Armani swung back and put her feet forward hitting the guard with a massive kick the guards hands would of immediately shot to her crotch if not for the fact she had to hold on to the handles to stay upright tears rolled from her eyes as Armani watched as the nice beige color of her panties swiftly formed into a dark spot it was all clear too see the harness not helping and it covered nothing urine ran down her legs as she lost all control in a clear display of defeat she went limp no longer holding her legs together let a mess push clearly push into her panties Armani just let go in her pull-up she had no point trying to hold it for twenty more minutes Sonia hit the water the... contents of her diaper settled down Evelyn looked starstruck “Did you just-“ “yes””are you-“ yeah””did you p-“shamefully”yes and yes” They both settled down in the pool and relaxed Armani hung there”only ten minutes left” she thought as the other women hung there limp Armani watched as more urine freely spilled out rewetting her panties Armani also felt more urine get absorbed into the near full pull-up as suddenly she felt a jerk so did the guard as she lifted her head up they began lowering soon they hit base the harnesses unlocked automatically the guard seemed to disappear Armani took off the pull-up rolled it up and tossed it into the corner of the room she did a full search of the abandoned jumpsuit the the sewn in diaper was soaked and a single hard drive was found she slipped it into her shirt pocket she found her bag right outside the room she choose too just put on her panties a pair of emerald green silk panties Armani found most of her things that had been stuffed in her bag sadly it lacked one thing...pants she left the same way she came Evelyn and Sonia had been relaxing in the pool when Armani’s car pulled up and she ran inside “was she wearing and pants” Evelyn asked “well neither are we” Sonia replayed jokingly “it’s about time to get out””yeah” Armani rushed to the nearest computer not even bothering to get cleaned up she slammed the hard drive in and opened it up...it was a text file with a long chunk of numbers and some orders she input the numbers into a maps program and the spot showed...in the middle of a lake nine hours away Chapter 7 long road Armani after thinking for a minute Armani decided to take a shower and go to bed and so she did Evelyn noted she only had two pull-ups left then one She crawled in bed and passed out The next morning Evelyn woke up dry for once and stepped out of her room too see Armani with a small duffel bag “whats this about“ Evelyn pounded aloud”road trip, here’s your bag” “and change into this” tossing her a emerald green cloth diaper,...she loved it already “Were taking a taxi to avoid suspicion” Soon they all climbed in the taxi that had pulled up Evelyn lounged in the crowded backseat of the taxi unable too do as much as put her legs together “these cloth diapers are kinda nice” she thought “so were are we going” Evelyn asked not filled in on the plan “Key lake” Armani explained About four hours into the ride the driver stopped and looked back “you girls need a bathroom brake” she asked “Nope” ”nada” ”not at all” they replied “are you sure you’ve been drinking a lot back there” “Maybe i will”Evelyn said unbuckling her seatbelt in the still moving car Hisssssssss “Are you wearing...diapers” the driver asked Yes” answered Armani Evelyn didn’t say a word and lifted up her skirt Sonia just nodded “Huh i always thought about trying some on for long drives like this but i end up getting too nervous and decided I’ll just go in my pants I even got a plastic seat cover and everything. After a few more hours of back and forth conversation and a few accidents in the back Surely enough a tricking was heard from the front They pulled up in the front of a decent hotel paid the fair and put up for the night after tossing the three wet *two messy* into the places run down washer The next morning Evelyn awoke to see the others had rented a bunch of diving equipment “What’s really going on here”Evelyn asked The organization should have a base deep below the lake were here to find it” Armani fully explained the plan Soon they were on the beach carrying their waterproof bags of gear and walking with the bulky cloth diapers under their swim diapers They padded out too the middle of the lake stripped of the clothes they were wearing Armani was nervous,feeling her stomach churn and cramp Sonia had done this plenty times before And Evelyn was ecclesiastical and slightly aroused by the idea They dove into the water too hopefully re-emerge soon Nearly after an hour of swimming they found it... a hatch they entered After going through a manual airlock they found themselves standing face to face with three guards all wearing the same white underwear and bra with nothing over them one seemed too be straining Evelyn stepping forward said “here let me show you how its done” she walked up too the straining guard who had numerous yellow stains that showed clearly on the white material “ take your hands off your crotch” the women slowly complied “ get in a more comfortable position stop forcing your legs together” “now the past doesn’t matter nor does the future don’t worry everyone has been embarrassed just ignore it make it a choice not something your body tells you two just breath in and.........release “the women expression became blissful just as her pants were becoming yellow “Did you just coach her through wetting herself””yes, yes I did”Evelyn said smugly The women opened her eyes too see her comrades were on the ground the intruders were gone Armani looked at the three hallways they had come upon”we should split up” Armani said “Yeah lets spit up and end up pissing and messing ourselves along with about everyone else absurd amounts in a short time in oddly erotic fashions only for our story too end up on a piss fetish website with minimal attention and no part three”Evelyn said with no regards to the forth wall “Good idea” Sonia stated before taking off the first hallway Armani took the second rushing into the darkness Evelyn was left with no choice but too travel down the third, the diaper between her legs dryer then she would of liked it but no matter how much she squeezed nothing came out Armani found herself in a large assembly hall with hundreds of people all wearing the same white near translucent shorts “what is this place”she wondered suddenly people started moving she ducked into the nearest door too see a locker room she had a plan Sonia entered a room her vision blinked and she found herself on a stage and she began too preform dancing with grace suddenly she stopped, urine flowing free down her legs despite any protection she was wearing the crowd watched silent she tried to continue but she couldn’t, feeling a mess into her diaper she saw the crowd...unimpressed Evelyn walked down the near empty hallways”i bet the others are having fun” she thought as she looked onward at the empty hallway after rounding a corner she saw a sign in front of a room labeled dressing she rushed in only to see a plethora of outfits from panties to full costumes she intended too have fun Moon woke up even more tired then when she went too sleep she sighed “wet the bed again” as she got up and stepped outside it was chilly perfect for a bike ride her house was far away enough that she didn’t need to get dressed she hopped on her bike feeling urine against her skin “i need a change”she thought taking off on her bike Armani quickly opened a unlocked locker then grabbed the uniform inside the outfit being a strange pick for a uniform it had no benefits or insignia it was...strange she pulled on the uniform’s bottoms over her own and took her top off then replaced it with the white one she looked in the dressing room mirror the blue cover of the swim diaper showed through clearly “it doesn’t matter”she thought as she walked out of the dressing room as her stomach churned and twisted Sonia woke up “the gas” she thought as she sat up she was in a lab laying on a table with her clothes missing and wearing only some plastic panties she felt liquid sloshed in the bottom it was uncomfortably warm she looked at the other rows of tables each one having another person laying atop them in the same outfit then she recognized some on the far end she walked over it was one of her employees the same one that pissed herself in front of her...but wait that girl was still at base then who was this Evelyn was having fun in the strange room filled to the brim with completely unused clothes the only things that had been used wear some plain white dresses that had evidently had seen some...use mostly because of the deep yellow stains on the front and back she tried on as much as she could and finally decided on a cheerleader outfit Evelyn decided that it was hers now along with many others as she went too the next room Moon road her bike down the worn trails scantily dressed and her undergarments filling up she let her mind wander as she effortlessly peddled “is what I’m doing right “ she thought before being cut off by a low hanging branch to the face she fell back his the ground with her crotch being submerged in the near full blue plastic panties she wore Armani snuck along the empty halls hopefully unnoticed before seeing a sign captain it said she burst in and pointed the gun from her dry bag a the first person she saw a woman with nearly white hairs despite not looking over thirty she sat a desk with countless unorganized papers she was wearing a lab coat over a skirt and long sleeve shirt they looked back with apprehension “do you belong her” she asked observing carefully Armani replied snappily “no now hands in the air” the women looked and said “ you don’t intend to shoot m-“ she was interrupted by being shot in the knee as the gun fired the door swung open knocking Armani forwards sending her face straight into the women’s crotch Armani’s face hit right as she heard a low hissss and then upon contact loud crinkling “well didn’t expect that”she said unsurely as a new person entered the room seeing a random person with their face in the bosses crotch “maybe i should leave” they said slowly backing out Sonia looked at the sleeping women wondering what was happening She was interrupted by technology roaring to life as a large machine almost like a 3d printer started depositing some strange substance on the platform in the center of it Sonia stood and watched as it began making...something Evelyn pranced into a pure white room only having one button on the inside Evelyn just had to press it. A robotic voice said “loading last simulation program no regrets” as the room changed around her soon at had recreated a large bar. Some as text appeared before her “you have no set goal with this program please act to your own accord time will pass on the outside with a minute to hour ratio” Evelyn thought “well i always wanted to try this” as she strolled to the bar and eyed up a lady Moon took her car too work to see that the boss was out With a sigh of relief she got to work at her desk somewhat glad that Sonia was out. moon couldn’t believe she had wet herself she knew and excepted that she wet the bed but not when she was awake After a while someone in a different bases uniform walked up and demanded her to come with them for a moment she was apprehensive but agreed Armani slowly stood back up looking the women wearing a lab coat in the eyes she stared back blushing “so i guess you know now” the women said as she did an uncomfortable gesture of lifting her skirt and showing the tab style diaper with a plastic outside she was wearing a loud hissssss broke the silence as the women’s once slim garment bulged outwards Armani looked the women in the eyes while the women...finished The hiss stopped after a few uncomfortable minutes the women forced a smile as she stood messing herself “Look just don’t make this any more unfortunate then it is” Armani said “How-a-boat a game” she says before being shot between the eyes and collapsing unconscious Armani felt her stomach churning she rapidly reached into drawer after drawer of the women’s desk she did indeed find the drawer she was looking for stealing a diaper out throwing off her undergarments they wouldn’t be enough as she taped the new dark purple diaper on It fit snugly, Armani took a deep breath and didn’t have much of a choice what happened next as the near liquid mess exploded against her skin and being absorbed by the diaper a solid mess forming of what wasn’t soaked up she felt it run down her legs then without a word she fell to the floor as guards rushed into the room a sharp pain hit and all went black Sonia watched and realized what the strange machine was making...a human It looked familiar but she only knew who it was once it finished it was.....her Sonia saw it open its eyes suddenly a women with nearly white hair despite not looking over thirty she was wearing a lab coat over a skirt and long sleeve shirt she gasped and looked at Sonia “you want to know what this is about right” Evelyn still in the simulation opened her eyes she didn’t sleep the simulation just skipped night Evelyn looked at the women lying next to her “that was enjoyable” she thought knowing that she had new...preferences She decided to toy with the simulation some she flipped up her skirt and tried to wet herself yet nothing she pushed and...the dam broke She fell over eyes closed her skirt up around her hips leaving everything to be exposed she flooded into the cloth diaper she was wearing into the swim diaper but it didn’t do much as it flooded on the bed and the simulation stopped Evelyn was laying on the floor of the white room and the robotic voice saying” total simulation time...ten minutes” Evelyn stayed still laying in the warm puddle forming around her when a team of guards stormed in the room a sharp needle like pain hit her in the back as she drifted away still wetting Moon was taken into another room and a needle was stabbed into her they drew some blood and told her to go back to work Sonia looked as the women pointed at each and every person laying on the tables “Isn’t science amazing” she said “we can light up the night we can travel the world in an instant and now we can create clones” she said as a look of bafflement spread across Sonia’s face “their are drawbacks of course such as it doesn’t work on men and there are some...biological changes””such as the fact that they” “well they”she lifted up her skirt revealing a diaper the thin plastic outside showing a yellow tint “they are completely... incontinent” the women finished as the diaper back bulged out some then settled down “suddenly Sonia was hit in the back of the head she feel to the ground piss leaking out of her full diaper All three of them were waking up Sonia stretched and attempted to sit up but that’s difficult when hanging from a bungeeing harness wearing nothing but a diaper that must of been nearly 8 inches thick she was wasn’t able to pull her legs together at all nor was said diaper dry Evelyn woke up in a similar situation along with the mess the harness pushed against her skin but she knew what to do Armani woke and immediately reached for a gun and found nothing or at least no clothes to hide one in, she immediately knew they had been captured after a few minutes of recounting, after looking around the large room with a smooth dark wood desk cluttered with photographs there was a women in a military uniform standing before the nude Armani, Armani felt embarrassed she strained her arms to find them bound to the comfortable leather chair The women looked and spoke “you do understand right” “Also trust me none shall find us here”she pulled back the blinds on a window to reveal a dark blue sky above and the white of clouds below “the sky is truly the limit” she said “Maybe i should explain” she said stating the same story told to Sonia “the process is not instant and the lack of control gets worse with time but other wise there identical to the original” “why i tell you may ask because we have had three clones go rouge all aboard this vessel two in there own cells” “and the third sitting on a chair in front of me” Armani couldn’t believe her “then were is the real one” Armani demanded “still in containment” the women replied “you can guess who the others are” the women stated as she paraded about the room “Now you may wonder why” “ simply we have a plan a plan that involves a large secret one a secret right beneath the town hall” “the real me is down there right now for i am a but a clone” “now you must be cold how about some clothes” she said drawing a diaper from her desk Sonia knew the flexible ties that held her they were common throughout the bases she also knew that protocol requires someone the check any suspended prisoners if they had any erratic behavior. she had a plan and Sonia began to pump her legs sending urine into the absurdly thick diaper despite said thickness it was nearly soaked through with at least three days worth of urine and a mess on the way Evelyn hit the ground as soon as she finished chewing through the Elastic cables it wasn’t the best landing but she was on solid ground She stood and waddled toward the door with the bulk between her legs hindering her pace. it was indeed quite the hindrance but her problem was solved as a guard entered the room Armani laid having no choice in the matter upon the floor as the women fastened the tapes of the diaper it was rather embarrassing but Armani saw a chance as the women stood up Armani proceeded to kick out her kneecap with a crunch the women collapsed backwards her skirt flying up showing amusingly black polkadot panties and with a low plop sound as the women felt a warm soft mess shape to her privates Armani jumped to and proceeded to stomp or her throat the women fell unconscious Armani reached into a closet and found just a plain jumpsuit she slid it on She rummaged in the desk and found beside countless diapers and other objects she found a small phone like console with a diagram of the large plane she was aboard Armani quickly messed with as many dials as possible in-till she was sure something would explode she sat in the captains chair and let out a deep sigh of relief while pissing her fresh diaper Sonia watched as the guard entered she was swinging violently the she stopped and hung limp the guard rushed over and unlocked the harness...last mistake Sonia slipped into the guards jumpsuit removing her own diaper and stealing a pair of panties from a pocket of the jumpsuit She stalked along the nearly empty structure avoiding eye contact with the few people she did pass Soon Sonia came across a window to see only sky it was a revaluation she needed as she continued down the hall Sonia reached the boiler room and ran inside seeing a women standing before the great contraption the women look and said “so you’ve finally arrived I’ve-“ she was cut off by Sonia ramming into her at full force the impact letting urine spill into Sonia‘s panties and The two rolled on the ground urine from both of them spilling onto the floor as Sonia slammed the women’s head into the floor Sonia stood up and made a choice she broke a pipe and left the room waiting for the blast Evelyn finished stripping the guard and pulled on the uniform sadly the guard didn’t have a change for her so she was unprotected Evelyn walked through the oddly full hallways brushing past unknowing people she had a dirty thought and started pissing...no-one cared as she snuck along and found what she was looking for an emergency exit..to the planes wing she stepped out the wind chilling her exposed skin fortunately the urine inside the suit was keeping her crotch and legs warm she she crept along the wing reaching the engine and jamming something into the intake before rushing inside it would blow soon No one knew the true cause of the blast maybe the messed up controls or the gas leak and the intake block but the plane burst and....I watched as the in almost zero gravity my own piss floating beside me I looked down... ... .... ..... And the world is falling

View File Rachel's 2019 Twitter Treasury - Bedwetting So I've been a busy girl, and spent a bunch of time grabbing videos off Twitter. I offer you these 800+ videos as a holiday gift. These are the bedwetting videos I've found. I can't guarantee there are no reposts but there is a lot of new content. They typically range from 30 seconds to a max 2 minutes. This collection is of bedwetting videos, and I can't guarantee there aren't a couple of make videos in there. I've helpfully numbered them all, so if you find one you really like, give a shout out to the number in the comments Here’s they are! Enjoy! Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 12/29/2019 Category Bedwetting  

Wet My Sister’s Bed! As many of you will know, I’ve been a bed wetter my whole life. In the past five-ish years I’ve had way fewer incidents than before, when I was reliably wetting the bed on an almost nightly basis. This increase in dry nights is the result of some very effective Botox I got to help deal with my over active bladder. I get jabbed every 6 months or so, and as long as I stay on top of this, I will generally be dry at night (and have much fewer leaks and accidents during the day). I do still have the odd wet night, but these tend to be after I’ve been drinking or smoking too much. On these nights I will wear protection (when my husband or I remember to get me in it), and will put down a Peepod bed mat. If I’m thinking ahead, I’ll leave the mat out on my bed with a Goodnite on top so I don’t forget. I have still been known to forget (see one of my recent experiences) and as a consequence, wake up in a puddle. The Peepod bed mat gets a lot of use, as not only do I put it down if I’m being a little irresponsible, but it’s also a common fixture underneath me during sexy times, as I’ve been known to leak a little during sex as well. Ok, maybe more than a little if things are rough. Anyhow, I don’t usually worry these days when I’m out staying with friends or in a hotel, unless I know I’m going to be drinking, and then even if it’s one glass of wine, I’ll still slip on a Goodnite, just in case. If I’m planning on getting a little more rowdy, I’ll bring a Molicare, or a disposable Goodnite bed pad just to be sure. Wetting a friend’s bed is super awkward – I’ve done thins a number of times, but usually when I was younger. Similarly, wetting a hotel bed is embarrassing and you can sometimes get charged for the damage, which sucks. I should also add that everyone in my family knows about my bladder issues, and growing up they were all very supportive, including my older sister. My sister is several years older than me, and was always more like a second mom than a sister, but I know that she wet the bed until she was about 8, and that bed wetting runs in families. I know my mom wet the bed growing up until she was also around 8. I do still discuss my wetting issues with my mom, who likes to keep up to date on how everything is going. These conversations can be a little awkward, but I have to remember that she cares about my health and was there for all my urology tests and helped experiment with different treatments when I was growing up. I’m also a little shy about using the ‘D-word’ around any of my family members. With my sister, it’s not something I talk about with her, at least not all that much anymore. Anyhow, there was a time a couple of years ago when I did have to talk to my sister about my bed wetting issues, specifically when I soaked her bed when I wasn’t wearing protection. I remember it quite clearly, and was recently reminded of the incident when I stayed at her place again over the holidays. After staying over in her guest room for a couple of nights I helped clear off my sheets and the mattress protector that gets put down when I stay over (as a precaution), and I noticed the stain I had made on that previous occasion. I know it was my stain because it was the only one on the mattress. So the one time I soaked my sister’s bed without protection was only a little while after I’d received a fresh batch of Botox, and I was feeling pretty confident about my night time continence. I had also told my sister about the treatment a while back. I was at her place taking care of her kid (who was about 4 at the time) while she was out during the afternoon, and then she joined us for dinner. We ended up watching a movie before putting her kid to bed, and then we stayed up talking over a bottle of red wine. I had initially planned on jumping on a bus and then the Skytrain to get home that night, and I had packed appropriately. We worked our way through the bottle and talked and completely lost track of the time. By the time we were had finished off the bottle and had moved on to a mug of tea, we both realized that it was pretty late and, as I didn’t have work the next day, I should probably stay over. I don’t recall the exact time we went to bed, but we were both a little tipsy and it was late. So after we tidied up, we both parted ways to our respective sleeping arrangements. As we did so, she asked me something like “Hey Rachel, you going to be ok?” And I, in my slightly muddled state, assumed she was asking about finding the room, or something like that, responded in the affirmative. I didn’t have a nightgown or PJs, and I remember stripping down to my panties. I remember having the vague nagging feeling that I was forgetting something, but at this point I hadn’t had a wet night since the treatment, and as I couldn’t think of precautions I could take (and I was tired and perhaps more than a little tipsy), I bedded down and was out like a light. --- The next morning I was woken up far too early by my sister’s kid knocking on the door and calling my name and asking to come in. It felt early but it was likely normal wake up time for my sister’s household. Anyhow, I was a little groggy and half-awake and called back, something like “Hey, come on in.” I said this before properly evaluating my situation. As I slowly came to my senses I felt the cold clammy wet sheets around me, my sodden panties, and the sticky clamminess on my legs bum and lower back. I had wet my sister’s bed, was naked, but for my wet panties, and I’d just invited my sister’s kid into the room. I didn’t have time to process things before a small flying lump landed on the bed. I was now very much awake and aware of my predicament, but my brain was not sufficiently awake to come up with a course of action. I let my sister’s kid play jump on the bed and poke me a couple of times, before I said something like “Hey X, I need to get up, could you go grab your Mommy for me?” Fortunately they jumped off the bed and ran off to get my sister. I had committed to telling her I’d soaked her bed, but now I was panicking. I wasn’t sure if I should jump out of bed and try to change into something dry (or at least put a shirt on), or if I should stay in bed, lying in the puddle I had made. While I thought I sat up a little and pulled the covers up to cover my breasts. Fortunately(?) I didn’t have too long to think about this, because my sister appeared in the doorway with her kid. She took one look at my face and I knew that she knew. My heart was pounding like wild. This was certainly not the first time she had seen me in a wet bed, but it was the first time in a very long time, and the last time we had both been at my parents place. She said something to her kid and they scurried off, and then she stepped into the room and closed the door. “Everything ok Rachel?” She inquired, with a tone that indicated that she knew that it wasn’t. I was blushing like crazy at this point and feeling very self-conscious. “I’m really sorry” I started, “but I accidentally wet your bed.” I finally managed to blurt out. “Oh Rachel, I thought that wasn’t an issue any more.” She declared, somewhat exacerbated. “I thought you weren’t having issues at night any more after the Botox.” “Me too,” I said. “I’m very sorry. I’ll clean it up. Can you leave the key to the laundry room out?” I somehow managed to say. “Ok, I’ll get some towels as well.” She said, her tone more nurturing than before, though I could hear that she was annoyed that I’d wet her mattress. She left the room and went off to get some towels, and I finally pulled down the sheets to inspect the damage. There was a significant wet spot under my mid-section, and it went more than halfway up my back. My panties (white cotton with a blue waistband) were almost entirely soaked and largely see through. I also felt very sticky. I peeled myself out of the bed and went about gathering up the sheets and covers. I was still doing this in nothing but my wet panties when there was another tap at the door. I jumped! It was my sister and I did not want her to see me naked but for pee-soaked panties. “One sec!” I yelled, and hurried over to the door. I opened it a crack and positioned myself in such a way that she could see only my head. “Here, I got you these,” she said handing me a couple of old towels. “And this.” She said, handing me some cleaning solution and Fabreeze. “On and in case you want to take a shower,” she added in a tone that implied that of course I was going to take a shower, I’d just wet the bed. She handed me another towel. “I’m going to make some breakfast, do you want some?” “Yes please,” I replied, putting in an order for tea, I think. All the time we were talking I could see her peering past my shoulder at the stripped bed, with its very obvious and prominent wet spot. She headed off to the kitchen and called her kid in to help (I think largely so they wouldn’t come in and bother me. Towels in hand, I stripped out of my wet panties and padded down my mid-section and then wrapped myself in the largest towel and headed out into the hallway to grab a shower. I was careful to close the door behind myself, just in case a certain curious young person decided to wander in. I showered quickly and then went back to the guest room. I had to head back out when I realized that my purse with my backup emergency panties in it was by the front door. I scurried over and ‘walk-of-shame’ style retrieved my purse and panties. I got dressed and then I then went to town on the mattress and scrubbed and cleaned as best I could. It took a while, and did as good a job as possible. As you can see from the picture I shared above, I did not succeed in getting the stain out, but it definitely did not smell afterwards. Breakfast was ready (and a little cold) by the time I was done. We chatted over breakfast, and I felt very awkward. After we ate, I excused myself to run the sheets down to the laundry room. This is not the first time I’ve done laundry at my sisters, so at least I was well-briefed on the location of everything. After dumping everything in the washer, I headed back up to my sister’s place and chatted some more, she needed to head out to work, so she excused herself to take her kid to day care. I was left to close up the house and finish the laundry (I have a spare key to her place, as I’m over there a bunch). Anyhow, I walked them to the door and hugged them both goodbye. When I hugged my sister she whispered to me “Hey Rachel, don’t worry about it, it’s not a big deal. Thanks for helping out yesterday.” Relieved, I hugged her back. I helped clean up the kitchen, put my soaked panties in a baggie and then in my purse, and generally made myself useful while I waited for the washing machine to finish. I realized belatedly that I could have just put them in the wash as well. When my timer binged I headed down and moved everything into the dryer. As I had some time to kill, I checked email on my phone and then, with some inspiration, went online to but a mattress cover for my sister’s bed. I ordered one to her address. I also emailed her the receipt, so she would know to look out for it, and wrote a very short message like: “For next time, just in case. XOXOX. Rachel.” She responded with something to the effect of: “Thanks hun, and don’t worry about it. I just thought that was all behind you now. See you on Tuesday.” Anyhow, seeing the stained mattress these holidays brought this incident back vividly. Happy Holidays, Rachel.

Hello everyone ! Here's a new story. I have been writing it in french for a long time now and decided to translate it in english (I hope there are not too many language's errors...). I hope you'll like it. As usual it's all about the teacher/student relationship... I need to get more imagination ! -------- Ann Bardin finally got her students out of her busy mind when she lied down in her bed. This awful day was now behind her. She turned to her boyfriend Paul, already asleep for a few minutes, and felt calmed in a second. With her iced fingers, she touched his soft shoulder’s skin and closed her eyes. The accumulated fatigue during the day and his boyfriend’s warmth led her to fall sleep rapidly. The day had started well, Ann was happy to rejoin her students after a week of holiday. But the afternoon with her CGSE’s students was painful. She particularly liked her CGSE’s students, they were very hard workers and very kind kids and she was always happy to teach them. But this day was a bit special, she had to give them back their copies from their CGSE’s training exam passed before the holiday. Most of the students had done well but a few of them had failed. Ann made sure to reassure them and repeated that this was just a training and not a definitive result, but some students reacted very seriously, some even cried a little. Ann felt armless. If she loved her students and told it to them often, she was not a demonstrative person. And, besides with her boyfriend, she was not very talented when it came to physical stuff. She knew some kids today just needed a hand on their shoulder but she couldn’t do it, as if she didn’t know how to do it. And tonight, she couldn’t help but feel a pinch of guilt in her stomach. Hopefully, Paul and his warm skin were there to make her feel better. And on these thoughts she rejoined him in her dreams. Ann and Paul were peacefully sleeping when they heard violent knocks coming from the front door. Waking up in a jolt, Ann and Paul quickly stood up in their bed. After a look at her alarm clock, Ann noticed that it was past 2 o’clock at night. « Who can knock at our door at 2 am ? » she asked, panicked. Before even answering, Paul went out of bed to open the window and looked down on the street. All he could see was some dark hair. But before he could shut the window, they distinctly heard the voice of a young man yelling « Mrs Bardin ! ». « Is he one of your students ?! » questioned Paul, stunned. Ann got out and went looking at the window but couldn’t see more than Paul did. « What is one of your students doing here ? » continued Paul. Ann, astounded by the event, didn’t say a word. The knocking on the door was getting heavier and the constant young man’s screaming was now full of despair. « I’ll go look. » said Ann, fully awake now. « Do you want me to come with you ? » offered Paul, worried. « No, it’s better that I go alone. Go back to bed, darling. I’ll try to fix this. » she answered. « If anything goes wrong, you scream, okay ? » said Paul, serious. « Don’t worry, dear. » she said with a smile. It was the first time Ann had to confront this kind of situations. The school where she worked was situated in a small town, thirty minutes away from where she lived. In other words, no student was supposedly living in the city. When she went down the stairs, she felt worrier and worrier. Not for her her, her students were not known to be violent, but for the young man at her door whose screams sounded more and more imploring. « Mrs Bardin, please ! Open the door ! » she heard screaming while she was crossing the living-room in quick steps. When she opened the door, she was stunned to see one of her CGSE’s students slumped on her front door. The young man was called Ibrahim. A discreet and proud student, very conscientious in his work. He was the last student she could have imagine to be in her doorstep screaming desperately in the middle of the night. His eyes red, his jeans ripped on the knee, the knee visibly injured by a recent fall, unsteady on his feet, Ibrahim was clearly drunk. « Mrs Bardin ! » he screamed softer as he saw his teacher’s face. « Ibrahim ! What are you doing here ? » she asked, in shock. « Mrs Bardin… I needed to see you. I definitely needed to see you. » he said with apparent difficulty. « Have you been drinking, Ibrahim ? » she asked when she noticed the boy was nearly tripping. « No. I never drink, madam. » he said with a smile that looked like a grimace. « Come on in, quickly. » she ordered harshly. « Sit down here. » she said while designating the couch with a hand. As Ibrahim was making his way to the couch, Ann heard Paul going down the stairs and saw his head appearing through the door leading to the stairs. « Is everything alright ? » he asked, softly. « Good evening, sir. I… I’m sorry to disturb you… I didn’t mean… to disturb. » screamed Ibrahim with a hiccup when he noticed Paul. « Wait. What am I doing here ? I never should have come here ! Oh fuck. I’m sorry, Mrs Bardin ! » he said, suddenly realizing where he was. He was going clumsily to the front door but Ann stopped him without any difficulty. She put a hand on his elbow and led him back gently to the couch. « You won’t go anywhere in your state, Ibrahim. Sit back down and stay calm. » she said firmly to the young man and then, turning her head to Paul « Go back to bed, I take care of him. » « Alright. Call me if you need anything, love. » said Paul before turning back and going back to the bedroom. Ann sat down on the coffee table, in front of the young man and detailed his face. He had been crying and was looking completely lost. « What are you doing here, Ibrahim ? » she asked softly. « I don’t… know. I had my basketball practice tonight and I didn’t want to go home… » he said hesitantly. « And what are you doing here, at my house ? » she continued. « I knew your were living here… I saw you one day in the street before practice. I remembered that tonight and I looked up on the internet and found your address. I didn’t want to go home, Mrs Bardin. And I really wanted to see you. I wanted to say I’m sorry. » he admitted, serious. « What are you talking about ? What are you sorry for, Ibrahim ? » « Because I suck. I’m a big fat failure. I failed my exam. » he said harshly. « Is that why you drunk tonight ? » she asked. « Maybe. I just wanted to stop thinking. I went out with some friends and I didn’t want to go home. I don’t want to see my parents now. I don’t want them to be ashamed or worried. » « What nonsense are you saying ? It’s just a training exam, it’s just a grade ! You can’t react like that for a simple grade, Ibrahim. » she said firmly while taking his chin in her palm. « Look at me in the eyes, boy. It is just a grade. » she continued. « You say that but for me it’s more than just a grade. For me, succeeding in school is a way out of my life. » he said while taking his chin out of the embrace. There was a brief moment of silence, Ann didn’t know what to respond to such visible pain. But then she suddenly realized that she was missing a very important information. « Did you tell your parents that you were not coming home tonight ? » she asked, worried. « There’s no need, my parents trust me. They know I wouldn’t get into trouble. » he answered maturely. « Because going through the streets in the middle of the night before a school day and knocking at your teacher’s house completely drunk is not enough trouble for you ? » she replied sarcastically. « You’re gonna call your parents right now. They must be sickly worried by now. » she ordered. « I can’t call them like that, Mrs Bardin ! I’m drunk ! Please, don’t make me call them. Please ! » he prayed. « Give me their number. » she said harshly, after a second of reflexion. She left the coffee table to get the phone and dialed the number. At first she thought nobody would answer but she finally heard a sleepy « hello ». She talked to Ibrahim’s mother on the phone and avoided to tell her in which state she found her son. And as though Ann apprehended the call before, the discussion went shortly and quietly. Ibrahim’s parents didn’t worry and just thought that he had just decided to sleep at a friend’s house. They didn’t see any problem for him to stay at Mrs Bardin house since he was already there. Ann didn’t show any sign of surprise or perplexity when she came back to her student, not willing to make him sad, but she thought to herself that it was a very detached and cold reaction from parents who just heard that their son was walking through the city at night. « You’re going to sleep here tonight. We’re gonna clean this wound on your knee, make you drink a lot of water to get all the alcohol you drunk out of your body and we’ll talk calmly about all this tomorrow. Agreed ? » she said. « Yes, madam. » he answered, lowering his head. While Ann went to the kitchen to get a bottle of water, she took a deep breath. She just realized that her breath was somewhat cut since she heard Ibrahim knocking at her door. Everything happened so fast. What was the kid doing here, at her house ? And, even more importantly, what were his parents thinking letting him wander around some city on a Wednesday night ? But there was no time for questions now, Ibrahim was in such a state of inebriation that he couldn’t be left on his own in the living-room. And what if he got away ? It would be her responsibility now. Listening to the silence coming from the other room, she stepped in it quickly. But the kid was still at the same place, half asleep, slumped on the sofa’s pillows. He looked particularly vulnerable and innocent at this instant. A perfectly opposed image to the one Ann was used to see in class. She still could remember those few words he said at the parents-teachers meeting. She remembered this hard and proud look when she asked what he wished to do in the future. Since his answer, Ann have been looking at Ibrahim differently. Since that day, she never looked at him as if he was a kid. « I want to save my parents and be proud of what I do, no matter what I do ». She also remembered his parents seating next to him, a couple visibly overpassed by its own situation : neither of them really talked english and they remained silent during the entire meeting, resting completely on their son to lead the discussion. And, given this late visit from Ibrahim, they seemed to rest on him to take care of his own self. Ann realized that she had somehow overestimated the kid’s capacity. Slumped on her sofa in his torn jeans, his eyes half closed, his smeared face, Ibrahim surely didn’t look like a responsible adult. No. What she could see was a lost teenager. « What am I doing here ? » he called out. « You’re ate my place, Ibrahim. Don’t worry. » said Ann, getting back on the coffee table. « What do I do here ? I’m sorry, Mrs Bardin, I never should have come… » he said firmly while getting up with great difficulty. While he was getting to the door, Ann stopped him with a hand on his elbow, again. « You’re not going anywhere tonight, Ibrahim. Night walks are done for today. Don’t worry about school, I’ll take you with me tomorrow morning. But for now, we’ll go to sleep peacefully, ok ? » she said softly. « But… I have to get back home. I can’t stay here, it’s your place. » he said, as if he had been absent until now. « I called your parents, Ibrahim. They know you’re here, don’t worry. You’re gonna stay here tonight. Everything will get better in the morning. » she continued, patiently. « Did… Did you say anything about… You know ? » he asked, worried. « I said the essential. If you’re asking if I said that you were drunk then no, not tonight. » she said. « Now, enough talking. It’s late and time to sleep. » She designated the stairs and was prepared to follow him but she noticed easily the kid’s difficulty to place a foot in front of the other. Without asking his permission, she placed Ibrahim’s arm around her shoulders and held him by the waist. It was quite comic to see them both in this position, Ann was quite small and Ibrahim quite tall. The ridicule of the scene seemed to hit the young man because he brutally got out of the embrace. « I don’t need help ! I can walk by myself. » he screamed shamefully. Ann didn’t even get the time to reply before the boy tripped on a step and sprawled against the wall. « Not very convincing… Can you stop acting so proud now, Ibrahim ? » she asked ironically. Despite his red cheeks, the kid let himself carry by his teacher to the bathroom, on the first floor. She sat him down on the bath’s ledge and looked through the medicine cabinet for his hurt knee. As she was getting ready to apply a coton impregnated with alcohol on the injury, Ibrahim stopped her. « I can do it, madam. I know how to apply some alcohol on a wound. » he said coldly. « Given your spectacle in the stairs, if I give you the coton I’m afraid you might drink it… » she said sardonically. « Now, what if you just keep quiet and let me do my job ? » she asked rhetorically. After she bandaged the wound, Ann went to her bedroom. « Stay right here, I’ll go get you some clothes for tonight. » she said before leaving the bathroom. Back into her bedroom, she noticed the light turned on and Paul’s interrogative look. « What’s going on ? » he murmured, worried. « I’ll tell you everything tomorrow, but it’s gonna be fine. He’s gonna stay here tonight and I need some kind of pyjamas. Could you lend me some of your clothes ? » she asked. Paul got out of bed and went through the wardrobe. He got out an old grey jogger and a black shirt and gave them to his wife. « Thanks, Paul. » she said, kissing his cheek. « I’m gonna put him into bed and I’ll be right back, okay ? » « Take your time, don’t worry about me. » he answered. Ann went back to the bathroom et found Ibrahim seating on the floor, half asleep. « It’s not bedtime yet, Ibrahim. You won’t go to bed before you put your pyjamas on and drank some water. » she said while giving him the clothes and the bottle of water. Ibrahim obeyed and drank half the bottle of water. « I found you some clothes to sleep. I let you change and then I’ll take you to your room, it’s on the second floor. I’ll be right outside. » she said before closing the bathroom door behind her. After a minute, Ibrahim had joined her. They climbed the stairs heavily before opening the guest room’s door. Without even a look for the room around him, Ibrahim fell onto the bed and started snoring. Legs half out of the bed, mouth opened, eyes closed, Ann couldn’t refrain a little smile. Where was that big young man she used to know ? At this moment, Ibrahim had lost every adult physical aspect, he was only a child. She hesitated for a second to let him stay like he was but decided that it was necessary to put him under the blankets given the cold temperatures outside. « It’s almost over, Ibrahim. Come one, help me a little. Let’s get you to bed. » she said softly while shaking his shoulder. « Mmmh. » only said the kid. Without waking up completely and with his teacher’s help, the teen climbed uneasily the blanket and slipped under it. While adjusting the blanket around him, Ann noticed the mix of juvenility and pride on Ibrahim’s face. Even asleep, even drunk, even lost, the boy remained a little proud. She left the bottle beside him and left the room, making sure to left the door opened a little. Back into her room, the light was off and a glance at her alarm clock let her know that it was 2.45 AM. The day after was going to be very long… She went to bed and put her face against her husband back, hoping that this warm contact would led her to an easy sleep. Paul didn’t move, he was profoundly asleep. But Ann couldn’t stop her thoughts. She finally fell in a very light sleep, listening to every noise coming from the room upstairs. Only the snoring sound coming from the boy’s room reassured her enough to let down her barriers and close her eyes. It must have been nearly 4 am when Ann suddenly woke up. She had heard the bathroom door open brutally. A look on her side confirmed her that it wasn’t Paul, he was serenely sleeping. She left the bed for the second time that night and closed the bedroom door with precaution. When she took a glance through the bathroom door, she realized that she had not been dreaming. Crouched over the toilet was Ibrahim, his head dived into the basin. He was spitting a lot. She kneeled down next to him. He visibly didn’t hear her coming because he jumped a little when he felt her hand on his back. With a hand placed on his sweating back, Ann was looking for an eye contact but the boy didn’t raise his head. Ann could feel the boy’s back tremble. It looked like he was sobbing. Or maybe he was just holding back his nausea ? « Don’t hold back, Ibrahim. Quicker you let it out, quicker it will be over. » she said softly. After a second, she heard the young man vomit into the basin. She kept caressing his back, wet from the sweat, during his vomiting. But even after these few minutes of sickness, Ibrahim didn’t raise his head from the toilet. He didn’t spill anymore nor did he tremble. Signs of nausea had disappeared but the boy kept his face hidden in the basin and his back was still shaking regularly. Ann didn’t understand. « Get your head out, Ibrahim. I have to flush the toilet. » she said firmly. Only when the boy got his head out, Ann understood the shaking. The boy was crying furiously, violent sobs ripping his throat. These tears were not usual sickness ones. Ann could see a flow of tears leaving the kid’s eyes. Surprised and worried, she turned to Ibrahim and put a hand on his shoulder. « What’s going on, kid ? » she asked, worried. The teen only shook his head furiously, tears still leaving his tired eyes. « It’s normal to get sick when you drink too much, you know ? It’s not a big deal. » she said softly. « Is it why you cry ? Because you were sick ? » she asked, perplex. He hit the floor with his hand in response and continued to shake his head with visible anger. « Was it a bad dream ? » she asked. He shook his head again. She would have never imagine seeing Ibrahim sob like he was right now. He was so pudique. And now he was crying like a baby in front of his english teacher. For what ? For being sick ? For being drunk ? For a bad grade ? Why ? Realizing that she would have no answer from the boy tonight, she rose to take a wet towel and calmed down this teary face and this sweaty back. But at the second she was back on her feet she saw Ibrahim cover himself, his head in his hands, sobs multiplying. She fixed the teen’s face, her eyebrows frowning with incomprehension. What was going on ? And then, it hit her. She suddenly understood why the kid was hiding his face. She understood why; because she was seeing him from above. From above, she could notice that the sweat marks on his back were extending to his calves. But it wasn’t sweat, was it ? It looked like the mark of an accident. Did Ibrahim wet his pants ? She just couldn’t believe it. « Did… Did you wet the bed, Ibrahim ? » she asked, embarrassed and perplex. She saw the kid’s cheeks suddenly blushing. Ann didn’t need a clearer answer. It was obvious that the kid had wet his bed that night. She didn’t wait longer before kneeling back in front of him, instantly forgetting about her teacher’s status, the proper distance between a teacher and her students and forgetting her own difficulty to touch anybody. She put softly her hands around Ibrahim’s face et forced him to lower his head. « Look at me, Ibrahim. It’s alright. It was an accident. It happens when you drink too much to have an accident and wet the bed. » she said gently. Ibrahim couldn’t look at his teacher. He wished, at that moment, that he had never came to her. He wished he could bury himself in the ground right now. « Look at me, darling. It’s over. » she kept saying softer when she noticed the sobs getting deeper. She understood that words wouldn’t be enough this time. She opened her arms. She never would have done that before, but at this moment she couldn’t bare to look at this suffering kid any longer. « Come here, darling. » she said. Despite a first obvious reluctance, Ibrahim let him fall into Mrs Bardin arms easily. Despite his own personal rule to not let anyone see any sign of weakness in him, he forgot everything. He needed to let go. After a moment of reassuring silence, Ibrahim felt a little better and got out of the embrace. « I’m sorry, Mrs Bardin. I didn’t want to soil your sheets and clothes. I didn’t mean to wet the bed. I’ll clean this up and we’ll forget about it all. » he said firmly as getting up. « Yes, I forgive you, Ibrahim. Because there is nothing to forgive. But no, you won’t clean anything at all. And no, we won’t forget about what happened. Because in all this there’s a hurt teenager. » she replied more firmly. « I know you don’t like it but that’s the way it is, you’re a kid and I’m an adult. So, you’re gonna get into the shower while I’m getting some fresh clothes for you and prepare the bed in the other room. Agreed ? » she continued while designating the bath tub. Ibrahim didn’t say anything but decided that it was better than talking right now. She got back to her bedroom and got a grey t shirt and a new jogger. After preparing the bed in the other guest room, she got back to the bathroom and waited in front of the door to hear the shower going off. After a few seconds, she knocked at the door and reached to him the clothes without looking inside. « I’ll wait for you outside. » she said. Ibrahim knew there was no point fighting against Mrs Bardin, she would be stronger anyway. He would have wanted to say that he could go to sleep on his own but she would prove him wrong and would won in the end. He got out of the bathroom, ashamed. « I didn’t know where to put the wet clothes… I just left them in the tub. » he said, embarrassed. « You did well. I’ll put them in the washing machine, don’t worry. » she said, reassuring. « It’s on the second floor, second door on your left. » she indicated before following him in the stairs. Just like before, she tucked him into bed. But this time, Ibrahim was well awoke. Reddening, he couldn’t look at his teacher’s face. « Will you be okay in this room ? » she asked. « Yes, it’s fine. Thank you. » he replied in a whisper. « If you need anything, I’m just downstairs, okay ? » « I won’t be needing anything. But okay. » he said, evasive. « You don’t feel sick anymore ? Do you need a bucket, just in case ? » she asked, worried. « No, I’ll be fine, the nausea is over now. I’m sorry, by the way… » he said. « Don’t apologize, Ibrahim. I’m sorry for you. But, in the end, it’s a fair punishment. » she said. « Okay… I have to tell you, even if you won’t like it, that if you have another accident and wet the bed before you get up in the morning, you should not freak out. You had a lot to drink tonight and you are very tired, it would be a normal reaction. So if you wake up with your pants wet, I don’t want you to feel bad, okay ? » she continued. « I… Er… It won’t happen again, madam. » he replied, turning over in his bed. « Okay, kid. But even if it happens, it’s no big deal. » she insisted. « Good night, my dear. » she whispered while getting up. Before she closed the door behind her she heard a soft « Thank you, Mrs Bardin ». The morning after, Ann woke Ibrahim up in a dry bed. She sat down on the bed, next to the boy’s head, and softly shook his shoulder. « Ibrahim, it’s time to wake up. » she whispered. As though she expected him to stand up quickly and deny everything that happened last night, she saw him bury his head in her lap and heard him mutter « Just a little more time, please ». Not believing what was happening, Ann’s breath stopped for a few seconds. Ibrahim just placed his head on her lap as if he was a little kid. She hesitated to shake him stronger. But as she looked intensely at her student’s face she realized that he looked perfectly serene. It was the first time she had seen this look on his face. She decided that she couldn’t take that peace from him just now. A bit embarrassed, she put her hand in Ibrahim’s hair and pet his back repetitively with the other. Strangely, she felt that these simple moves were calming her as well. But after a minute or so, she noticed Ibrahim’s eyes opening wider and wider until he stepped back quickly in his bed. « Sorry ! I don’t know what took me… I shouldn’t have done that. I didn’t realize, I was half asleep. It was totally inappropriate, pardon me. » he said frenetically. « Calm down, Ibrahim. When we look back at the events from the night before, a hug is the least that could have happened. So, relax, everything is fine. » she said, reassuring. « Do you feel better this morning ? » she asked, trying to ease the discomforting atmosphere. « I’m fine, thank you. I don’t really remember what happened last night but I’m sure it’s for the best. » he lied, hoping that he could just forget what happened. « I’ll be there to make you remember, don’t worry. » she said, understanding easily that the boy was trying to forget. He blushed and lowered his head. « But nothing that happened last night will change my look on you, Ibrahim. I don’t value you less than yesterday, okay ? No matter your grades, your drinking, your sickness, your crying or your wetting, I won’t appreciate you less. » she said. The boy couldn’t answer, feeling tears coming up in his eyes. « Mmh. » he murmured. « Your clothes are in the bathroom and the breakfast is downstairs. I’ll wait for you in the kitchen. » she said before getting out of the room. Until Ibrahim joined her in the kitchen, Ann thought about the situation. She couldn’t accept to let this go as if nothing never happened. Now that she had seen the boy in pain, she just couldn’t turn back to being just his teacher and ignore his evident need of attention and care. She knew his own personal situation : supporting parents that couldn’t get a job in the country, being the only reference point and hope of the family, having to confront everyone’s expectations… But she couldn’t just tell him to stay here whenever he felt like it. Ibrahim, as proud as he was, would never accept such a proposal. But, in the other hand, she knew, as proud as she was, that she wouldn’t accept to do nothing either. As she was pouring a glass of orange juice and giving it to Ibrahim, it hit her. She found a way for Ibrahim to accept. She sat down in front of the silent boy and looked at him seriously. « I thought about something this morning. I know you have your basketball practice every Wednesday night here. And we finish school at 2 o’clock on that day. What would you think about english lessons at my house every Wednesday before your practice ? That way you can progress on your english and prepare for the CGSE’s exam. » she asked, as lightly as she could. There was a moment of deep silence. He was looking at her with perplexity. She knew at his look that he understood clearly that this proposition had very little to do with his grades. But then, in a second, his look changed and she could notice some relief in his eyes. He quickly lowered his head with indifference and said « If you think that it could help me progress, then yes. ». « Then it’s a done deal. » she said, smiling. « Okay. » he said, not looking at her. They didn’t talk about last night that morning and went to school as if nothing ever happened. But in English class that morning, she noticed her smile was different. As if he was finally allowed to smile without any fear to let go. And his eyes… He turned his eyes to her during class that morning with a look that seemed to say « thank you ». Until the end of high school, Ibrahim had never forgot his weekly afternoon with Mrs Bardin. Afternoon that sometimes lasted through the morning after. And, as though he never admitted why, he always wet the bed when he was sleeping over at her house. And, as though he would never admit why that also, he always felt very happy when he could see Mrs Bardin’s face looking at him with love through his shameful tears. She and him never talked about his Wednesday’s accidents as an issue. Ibrahim didn’t understand how his teacher could allow such a mess, but in the end they went along with this habit as if it was a normal routine. He received the congratulations from the principal for his CGSE’s results at the end of the year and finally chose a university that was located in Mrs Bardin’s city. Why ? His pride wouldn’t let him say but his Wednesday’s afternoons and nights talked for him.

Kind of just felt like being naughty tonight. Some post holidays stress relief. Moving in a few weeks and I don't know if I'll be able to indulge as much as I do now. Had wet myself in the shower around 6 pm (1226 am now) but it left me wanting more. Felt like indulging in my favorite form of wetting. The funny thing is I used to only like this on the opposite gender, but then.I thought if I feel this way, maybe some people out there feel this way too. All the positive feedback from omorashi.org has really helped me come out of my shell and become more confident. It's my wildest wet dream to meet someone to have omo vibes with one day, figure life is only what you make it right? Thought I'd put the vibes out there and pray anxiety doesn't kill me lol. But meh at the end of the day the people that matter won't care, the people that care don't matter. Hope you all enjoy. @Helena thought you'd enjoy since you didn't get to see the last one