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I saw this image on Tumblr: https://super-omorashi-rainbows.tumblr.com/post/164572608590/i-have-a-bunk-bed-type-thing-in-my-room-and And it lit up my brain. I realized first of all how hot this was. I immediately had images in my mind of waking up at camp or in shared room, and looking up to find that my bunk mate had we the bed. I think this image appeals to me because I have a complicated relationship with bed wetting. I am immensely turned on by tonnes of aspects of bedwetting, but also have some emotional stuff associated with growing up with this issue. But this image didn't have any of that complicated negative emotional stuff, it was all interest and arousal. Why? Well I think because if I were ever in this situation (and I've never been), it would be a liberating experience. Let me explain, growing up and sleeping in bunk bed (or sleepover scenarios) I knew I was probably not the only one who wet the bed (especially when I was younger). I was a decently smart kid and read the stats on the Goodnites bags (and a tonne of stuff online too), and I knew that if I went to camp and was in a dorm with say 12 other 12-13 year old girls, that likely one or more of them besides me wet the bed. Despite these statistics and attending a number of camps and larger sleepovers, I only ever really knew about one other person being a bedwetting. Ok, I'm not counting when I was really young, but once I got to my teens I never ran into any other bedwetters. The one occasion was at a camp thing where another girl made a racked getting out of bed after lights out to use the washroom and when questioned about breaking the rules, she very confidently and publicly declared that she was using the washroom and had a bladder thing. These words almost exactly, so I never knew if she wet the bed. I certainly wasn't going to come out to her about my bedwetting, being the shy teenager that I was. Anyhow, despite knowing that some of my peers likely also wet the bed, I also knew that if they were like me, they would be concealing their problem carefully. At camp this mean a lot of complicated steps: - Always having a spare sleeping bag stored discreetly with the head councilor. - Bringing a spare pair of PJs, always baggy PJ bottoms regardless of the weather. - Having my mother inform the necessary councilors about my situation so that they could help me be discreet if I did wet the bed seriously (this was always embarrassing because many of the councilors were not much older than myself at times). - Taking medication (when I was really paranoid and it wasn't giving me annoying side-effects). - Hiding a Goodnite in the bottom of my sleeping bag and discreetly changing into it once I got into bed. - Having a plastic bag also in the bottom of my sleeping bag for the inevitable wet Goodnite in the morning. And having lots of other bags in my toothbrush kit as well. - And generally being super paranoid about anyone finding out that I wet the bed and wore Goodnites to bed. All this (unnecessary) paranoia meant that going to sleep was stressful and full of negative emotions, hence my complicated relationship with bedwetting. So when I saw this image on Tumblr I thought, wow! If I woke up and saw a fresh wet patch on the bunk bed above me, it would mean I could relax. That the person I was sharing a bunk bed with also wet the bed. I wouldn't need to be secretive anymore (assuming we weren't in a 12 girl dorm). So all the stress of bedwetting suddenly disappeared and all that was left was the good stuff. Anyhow, I wanted to share this image with you because it had a powerful impact on me, and also because so far as I can recall, we haven't had a discussion about bedwetting and bunk beds on this forum in a while. I do recall some hot 'experiences' and stories written elsewhere I think a long while ago... Anyhow anyone else got anything to share regarding bunk beds and bedwetting? Rachel

Hi to all you bedwetters out there Waking up wet can be very inconvenient, but has your bedwetting inhibited your love life in any way? Have you felt reluctant to take a new partner to bed, or even enter into a new relationship? For all you dry sleepers, would you sleep with a bedwetter? it seems that this may be a rather awkward issue to broach with a new partner, so are there dating sites for bedwetters? If you both wet then maybe it wouldn't be so much of an issue.

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

I got home from a long stressful day and just really needed some me time! I poured me a glass of tea and drank half the glass then filled it back up And went up stairs to put it in my room. Then I went to take a long hot shower and got in my comfy pajamas that I had just washed (thin Pokémon cotton pants and a oversized gray t-shirt. I was all clean, cozy, and to make it better I had this new comforter that was soft and puffy that I loveeed! I turned on my tv and plugged my ps2 (I know old lol) in and decided to play some kingdom hearts while I laid in bed! I propped my pillows up and got ready to lay in bed, I like to to wrap myself up in my comforter like a cocoon, so I laid on top and then folded the blanket all around me so I was covered all over but can still hold my controller and started playing. I played for 40-45 mins sipping my sweet tea and just all warm and cozy nuzzled in my blanket. n_n but soon was squirming around as I realized I had finished my tea and really had to go and there was no way I was gonna get up anytime soon when I was so cozy in bed finally relaxing...I kept playing but my bladder felt completely full and I couldn't stop squirming around and would Shove one hand between my legs during the cut scenes. one part during a cut scene I had my hand cupping myself and was rubbing my thighs together trying to ignore the pressure.. it was hard to! I was half paying attention to the cut scene when it ended and Im being surrounded by heartless!! (evil dudes in kingdom hearts if you don't know!) I quickly sat up more and pull my hand out to grab the controller and started fighting the heartless! As I mashed my controller I could tell my bladder was NOT happy about me sitting up fast as I felt the pressure get more intense. I squeezed my legs tight trying to quickly defeat the heartless so I could concentrate on controlling my bladder again but a leak came out that I could tell left a big damp spot in my undies >\\\<.i clamped my legs tight cutting off the leak and kept playing for a few secs... finally I had killed all the heartless!! My body was tense and my bladder was literally overflowing. Once i was done fighting I sighed, relieved, and relaxed my body.. pee filled up warmly and quickly in my undies and soon felt warmth spreading underneath me! I just sat there eyes wide staring at my game as mixed emotions of surprise, a little embarrassment, and a lot of relief to finally go pee went through me. I could feel the warmth spreading to my comforter and pooling around me thighs and quickly placed my controller to the side and tried to stop the stream with both hands shoved between my legs and my thighs pressured together. Pee spilled into my hands and slowly turned into a few leaks then finally stopped... I sat there in my bed blushing as i felt the pool of warm liquid soaking into the comforter. When I felt more in control I took my hands out and peeked under the covers discovering my clean pajamas were now soaking damp between my thighs and all over the back of the legs...I pulled my legs up to see a damp spot soaked in comforter right under me.. and since I had in an oversized shirt the bottom back of my shirt had a wet patch.. I quickly covered back up blushing but also my bladder felt better >\\\<. Someone was upstairs neat my room so instead of cleaning up I just sat in my accident and played games like nothing was wrong! n///n' after that person went down stairs though I quickly got up and changed to my old comforter and stuffed my wet clothes and comforter in an old suitcase and stuffed it in my closet! A little embarrassing but also felt really good when i finally went .. I really had to go!

So, for those of you that read my updates - you know that my Husband (aka: my Master) and I will be trying for another child after Bram's 2nd birthday. Master has said that I am to go to diapers as we will have to make some adjustments within the home to accommodate for the new child. Right now, I only wear diapers when I'm out and they're usually more pull-up types these days, than actual diapers -- so some recommendation for diapers that hold up really well while sleeping and while moving a lot would be most, MOST helpful. Thank you all! <3

I'm currently a sophomore in college. I tend to get really bad headaches. I literally can't fall asleep when I get them at night, so I have to take 3-4 advils in order to fall asleep. But I've noticed a pattern. Every time I take Advil before bed, I end up wetting my bed. This happened at least 10 times throughout my freshman year and the first few weeks of my sophomore year. I first noticed this in high school, after I suffered a back injury in football. Granted, I was taking stronger, medical grade pain killers, but I wet my bed that entire week while taking pain killers. Does anyone know if there is a correlation between painkillers and bedwetting? I love a good bedwetting, but it's super inconvenient while I'm dorming.

Years ago, in my teens, I saw a story when I was trolling "regular" sites about a kid who wasn't a bed wetter, but shared a bed with a sibling who was. I gotta think that this is at least a thing that happens.... Regularly enough. Even if it's only a short term shared bed. Even more common among adults, especially those who are in a relationship. Person gets drunk, pisses the bed, significant other is just...there for it and handles it however they handle. I mention a specific story because of the "They handle it however they handle it". This person wasn't openly into the fetish, the story was shared in the sense of "I got away with it". It was funny to them, not a starting point to a fetish or a memory that was one step to the fetish. That's the only reason I believe they were telling the truth. Here is the gist of the story... Kid who isn't a bed wetter wakes up in a wet bed thanks to, as far as I remember it was a sibling. They don't get angry, they don't wake the sibling up, they don't do anything to make the sibling aware of the problem. My memory is that the kid, at some point realized they had to pee too, and well, the bed is already wet....Sure. Kid just pees and goes back to sleep and just lets confusion reign. This person didn't say "Not me." or anything else that was a direct lie. They just let their parents believe that the bed wetting sibling got them both wet. Maybe this is the fetish talking and I have a really screwed up point of view on this but... Years ago wen i read the story and even now I think "That's risky, and it should never be done in a way that causes trauma to the actual bed wetter, they shouldn't be forced to take extra punishment or feel extra shame for a lie, but, if it as innocent as a lazy or rebellious act with no blow back on anyone, i love this." There are no private moments on the internet. A lot of stories get told that probably wouldn't be told to a room of strangers in person. This apparently happens way less often that I think it logically should, because if it happened people would share, even just for laughs. Embarrassing story forums are all over the place. So here are my questions for you people. A. Ever done it? B, This is such a "kid logic" thing to do, that I can't believe it doesn't happen almost as common as one person who doesn't or didn't wet the bed shares a bed with someone who does. Even for adults, as long as it's harmless... I'm not gonna go to the effort to get up to pee if someone has already done the damage. Why do you think this doesn't happen, at least among kids if not adults? Maybe I'm missing something. Maybe shared beds happen less often than I think among kids...Among adults I sorta get that, the adult brain doesn't "go there" for most people, but I still don't understand why with all the devious and embarrassing stories people tell on the internet, there aren't dozens of examples of a non-Omo an or non-wetting fan just reaching the "The bed is already wet...What's the point?" conclusion, if for no other reason that to get back to sleep sooner or not leave the comfort of bed.

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

So who here likes (or even Loooooves!!) wetting the bed, has tried it or wants to try it? What's your favourite thing, what don't you like, how do you make yourself do it, and anyone have any great stories to share? (I haven't spotted a topic on this recently so thought it was worth a shot, though I may just have been unobservant!) Personally I love the idea and have done it a couple of times, but even if I'm horribly drunk and totally bursting I still NEVER manage to make myself wet the bed while still asleep, I always wake up before peeing so the times I wet the bed it was therefore a choice to do it after waking up... The last time I tried to force myself to an accident by getting drunk and drinking a 2-pint mug of water before bed, but I still woke up like three times... each time I decided to just let it all go and just snuggle down into the warm, wet pool that formed... On the other hand I REALLY hate the cleanup, it's worse even than messing, cos you've got a whole set of bedding to clean, which takes up most of the washing machine and takes forever to dry especially if it's raining and you have to hang it up inside, and despite getting myself a waterproof undersheet for my bed the damn thing keeps sliding off so the pee soaks into my mattress and that's damn near impossible to clean (best I can do is soak it up with paper towels and spray febreeze!). Plus if it gets the duvet wet that's another impossibility to clean... But I kinda want to be able to do it more often, cos it's like awesome fun! (Any hints or tips?)

Once while camping my wife wet the bed. I was laying there and suddenly I felt a pool of warm water starting to accumulate on the air mattress between us her peeyes crept all the way up until we were both totally wet (because of the air mattress) she was horribly embarrassed even though she knew I loved it.

It's been hot out, so I've not been wearing pullups to bed very often. I always hated wearing protection to bed when it was too hot out, as I've often wake up sweaty or have trouble falling asleep. When I was younger and wet the bed very regularly, I'd often forgo wearing Goodnites, and instead just wear cotton panties and acquiesce to waking up in a wet bed. A couple of nights ago I was craving a diapered cuddle with my hubby, so I slipped on this pair of Goodnites and wore them all night. I love wrapping myself around his body as a big spoon, using him as by big warm teddy bear. In the morning after he got up for work, I lay in bed, languishing in the warmth and slowly filled these with a full morning bladder. The new Goodnite designs are excellent and easily hold a full (but not bursting) Rachel bladder. Here are some images of my Goodnites taken on the bathroom floor after I slipped out of them before my morning shower.

This happened a while back, but I only just got around to writing it up. At the time, it was incredibly humiliating, but thinking back on it, it now seems kind of hot. A little bit of background: I tend to wet the bed when I'm very stressed or upset. I was going through a rough time with family things and application stress when this happened, so I was wearing protection at night. To celebrate the end of the school year, some of my friends in the university sports club I belonged to decided to plan a party. They pooled resources with several other organizations, and the result was like something out of the movies. They rented a field on the outskirts of town, brought in a local band, lights, and a ridiculous amount of beer, set up a bonfire, and hired shuttle buses to get everyone there and back safe. With everything going on in my life, I badly needed a distraction, so I decided to attend. In keeping with the outdoorsy theme of the party, I was wearing a soft, slightly oversized, red flannel shirt and some nice, tight-fitting jeans. My underwear was my usual: grey cotton bikini panties. Boring, maybe, but undeniably comfortable. Since it was allergy season for me, I'd been coughing and sneezing a lot, which combined with a bladder anywhere near full means small leaks for me. So, I took the precaution of wearing a Tena pad in my underwear. As I got off the bus to the party, I already had to pee a bit, but there was a problem: no toilets were in sight. The only place I could go were the woods around the field, and those were pitch black and filled with undergrowth. I would definitely have to be desperate to go in there. As the party went on, things fell into a pattern. I danced, chatted with friends, was convinced by them to try a beer, downed a cup of water with the beer to stave off any potential hangover, danced some more, had some more beer and water... Some time after my second beer and cup of water, I was feeling pleasantly warm and relaxed and had completely forgotten about the state of my bladder, a bladder which was rapidly filling. One of the people I was with said something I found incredibly funny, and I broke down laughing. As I laughed, I realized I was helplessly dribbling into my pad, and I really, intensely needed to pee. I stopped laughing and clenched my muscles to stop the leak, discreetly feeling around my thighs for any dampness. The woods looked even less welcoming than before. Where the sky used to be glowing faintly with the remains of sunset, now it truly was dark, and the woods beyond the field seemed to swallow any light and noise from the party. I decided that for now, I would just do my best to hold it until I got back to town. It was already quite late, after all, and the buses would be taking us back in a couple hours. I went to sit down on one of the logs around the bonfire, my back to the woods, and discreetly crossed my legs. If before I had only realized my need after I had started leaking, now I was constantly reminded of it. I felt a constant, solid, aching pressure at my sphincter, begging to be let out. Every time I saw someone around the fire take a drink, I was reminded of my plight by a twinge running through my bladder. When someone went over to the keg or cooler to fill a cup, the sound of running liquid nearly overwhelmed my control. I was now pressing my thighs together as tightly as I could, holding myself with one hand and draping the other arm across to conceal it. From time to time, my bladder would spasm, and I would lose a few drops. Thankfully, the pad I was wearing was more than capable of taking those. Ultimately, my downfall was that one of my friends loves to play pranks. He saw that I was sitting with my back to the woods, and spent several minutes slowly and carefully edging his way behind me. Then, with one sudden motion, he lunged forward with a yell and jabbed his fingers into my ribs. I shrieked, jumped up, and completely lost any focus I had on controlling my bladder. As soon as I realized what was happening, I tried to hold it back, but the damage was already done. My pad was simply overwhelmed as I flooded it, and I felt streams work their way down my thighs. Clenching as hard as I possibly could, I managed to stop the flow for the moment. I ran into the woods, ripped my jeans and underwear down, and peed. The incredible relief I was feeling was mixed with feeling absolutely mortified for just wetting myself in front of my friends. After I finished peeing for what felt like an eternity, I checked the damage. My pad was completely soaked, as were my panties. My jeans had a substantial wet spot on the crotch and streaks down the legs. I tried to hold back tears, and mostly failed. Eventually, I felt strong enough to go back to the party. Things were winding down by now, and no one seemed to have noticed my absence. I walked over to the deserted drinks table, my wet jeans and underwear clinging uncomfortably with every step, and helped myself to another cup of beer to try and forget what just happened. I kept to the edges of the gathering for the rest of the night, just wanting to get home. After a miserable bus ride back in my wet clothes, I finally made it home at about 2am. I stripped off my wet clothes, jumped in the shower, slipped on a CVS Overnight pullup (I was cheap) and my sleep shirt, brushed my teeth, and collapsed into bed. Importantly, I forgot to use the bathroom before bed. The next thing I remember is lying on my back, faint light streaming in through my window and a feeling of warm wetness surrounding me, pooling between my legs and around my butt. As I floated in a state of dreamy half-awakeness, I felt the warmth flowing out of me, creeping up my back and down to my thighs. Then, with a shock, I regained full awareness as I realized what I had been doing. My pullup was completely saturated, and had been leaking out the leg gathers as I wet in my semi-conscious state. My sheets had a wet spot stretching up to my lower back and down to the middle of my thighs, and the hem of my sleep shirt was equally wet. As I stood up to run to the bathroom and change, pee continued to drip down my legs from my overfull pullup. I did my best, but I left a few small drips on the way to the bathroom. After a quick shower, and peeing into a toilet for a change, I cleaned up. I was fortunate that my roommates were still sound asleep and I had a mattress protector. Balling up the sheets to be laundered at a decent hour, I put some fresh sheets on the bed, changed into a dry shirt and pullup, and went back to sleep.

All, My cousin invited me to house-sit her apartment and cat for 7 days. The event is some weeks away. So I have a little planning time. Typically, my bladder empties during sleep anywhere from zero to 6 nights out of 7 -- usually the zero to 2, but can't depend on that. My day diapers work great. But I've never been more than about 80% successful avoiding leaks at night. Seemingly all the adult night diapers sold locally require getting adhesive tabs in the correct place with the correct tension. Otherwise they leak. So I use a disposable pad. But the pads often work out from under me. Most often my bedwetting happens during dreams and after 2 AM. I'll be traveling to my cousin's via county bus or light rail. More than one suitcase would be inconvenient. I was going to see what else local stores carry. But figured I've time for suggestions. Are some highly-absorbent night diapers more leak resistant? Do some bed pads absorb more and stay in place better than others? Are full-bed sized plastic sheets available? Are full-bed sized absorbent pads available? Don't think my night diapers have ever leaked enough to wet through through a sleeping. I might buy a sleeping bag after arriving at my cousin's. Believe we've talked about my diapers. But not the night leakage issues.. Other suggestions? Thank you.