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My Day Spa Turns Into a Nightmare – 9 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 9 - My training intensifies My shower was complete, but to my dismay, the bondage mittens were secured before Emily released my hands from the manacles. These women took no chances. There was always some kind of bondage holding me captive. Next, I was dressed in a disposable diaper, without plastic pants and a sun dress for the morning. I crawled down to the kitchen and was helped into a high chair for my morning breakfast. A safety strap was placed around my waist and I could hear the distinct sound of a lock being snapped shut behind me. I presumed that I was locked in the high chair. The mittens were removed and a breakfast consisting of warm cereal was placed in front of me. Bottles were given to me on a regular basis so my need to pee was virtually constant. The sun dress was so short that when I sat in the high chair my diaper was in plain view. I couldn't see it because of the tray attached to the high chair, but anyone in the room would know that I was diapered. The nursery rhyme once again played, and I immediately felt an extreme need to pee. I didn't want any more punishments, so I released my pee into my diaper. It was actually a pleasurable feeling to be able to find relief and feel the sensation of wetness expanding through my diaper. Madam Nicole looked down at my diaper and smiled. "I see baby Kim's wetness indicator has turned blue...very good girl." "Emily, give Baby Kim one of those baby cookies as a treat." I smiled at this small act of kindness. After breakfast, I received a diaper change, but this time I was put into cloth diapers and plastic panties. I was left in my sun dress and the horrible bondage mittens remained on my hands as did the pacifier in my mouth. I was so tired from the night before that when Madam said I was being put down for a morning nap I was glad. I was again locked in my crib and left with a bottle to finish. Emily put headphones over my ears because she said that it would help me sleep. I fell asleep instantly. I wasn't sure how long I had been sleeping when I heard the nursery rhyme telling me to wet my diaper. The strange thing was I wasn't sure if it was the song that woke me or the fact that I felt my cloth diaper getting wet that woke me. The two things seemed to happen simultaneously. I was being conditioned like one of Pavlov's dogs! Actually, it was pretty amazing. I wondered if I was somehow being hypnotized during my sleep to wet on command. Emily eventually came to get me out of my crib and took me directly to the changing table. Things were starting to become somewhat routine, if you consider being treated as a baby girl routine! I was secured to the changing table and went through the usual cleaning, powdering, etc. What wasn't routine was that Emily again greased my bottom hole with her finger. I panicked, but she told me there would be no suppositories unless I "earned" another punishment. She produced a small slender dildo and slipped it up my backside. I was so greased up that it slid right in. Emily pulled the diaper up between my legs and this helped to keep the dildo in place for the time being. "Madam Nicole wanted me to place a dildo in your rear as a little reward for your better behavior." I thought to myself...reward? Emily completed my outfit with very tight-fitting rubber panties and a short belly shirt. She explained that the rubber panties would keep my diaper tight, the dildo in place, and add to my enjoyment. My enjoyment, I again wondered? Still in the mittens, Emily put me back into the toddler harness and led me downstairs at the end of a leash attached to the back of the harness. I learned how toddlers feel when they are kept in tow this way. If I moved in the wrong direction, I was immediately pulled and directed in the way my handler, Emily, wanted me to go. I felt like such a little child and was kept under the strictest control at all times. I was very aware of my backdoor intruder. Every time I took a step, the dildo also moved. My muscles would instinctively try to repel the dildo, but the tight rubber panties would push it right back in place. This caused the dildo to move in and out and to my surprise was very pleasurable. We came into a room where Madam Nicole was reading. She looked up at me and told Emily to place me in a makeshift bouncy chair. It was nothing more than a swing made out of thick rubber straps suspended from the ceiling. It took both of them to help me get situated on the swing. I looked down at the swing. Basically it was a large rubber strap that fit between my legs and was suspended from the ceiling. Another rubber strap fit around my waist. In essence, it was like a baby swing that you might see in any park. I was instructed to jump up and down much like an infant would use a bouncy chair. Madam Nicole was afraid that I might fall out of the sling, so my hands were secured above my head. As soon as I sat down on the rubber strap it pushed the dildo way up my butt. The swing, the bouncing motion, the tight rubber panties, and of course the dildo were all bringing some unbelievable pleasure to my backside. I had never felt such a pleasurable feeling coming from deep inside my butt and was pleasantly surprised. I kept a very steady jumping pace and my excitement really started to build. I actually thought that I could come if allowed to continue. It was at that moment that the nursery rhyme played, and I found myself peeing into my diaper. Everything was a blur to me. I was feeling sensations from my wetting, and the dildo just became too much for me. I screamed out as I climaxed and was glad my hands were secured above me, or I would have fallen out of the swing. I was still trying to get my composure back when Madam Nicole started to yell at me. "You little slut." "I let you wear a little dildo for some pleasure, and you have to go and ride it for a big O!" "You have violated the 'stay pure' rule, and you WILL be punished." "Emily, get my riding crop." Before I knew what was happening, the swing was removed from between my legs, but my hands remained tied above my head. Nicole pulled down my rubber panties and slid my diaper down my legs. The dildo was still up my backside. Nicole made the following demand, "I am going to whip your bottom with my riding crop for breaking the rules." "If you expel the dildo while I am whipping you, you will receive further punishments." "Understand, little girl?" I nodded yes, but already my tears were falling. Madam Nicole started on my bottom with her little whip. With each blow I would jump and cry out in pain. I was not able to concentrate on keeping the dildo in me with her whipping my butt. After receiving 5 blows, my muscles simply pushed the dildo out, and it actually seemed to shoot out of my greased bottom. Nicole picked up the intruder and put it to my face. My smell on the dildo was quite evident. She instructed me to kiss it, and after I did, she threw it on the floor. "Girl, I am not done with you!" "Chris would not appreciate me returning his wife to him as a little butt ranger, now would he?" I tried to nod "yes" the best I could. Nicole undid my wrist restraints and placed me over her knee in the traditional spanking position. My diaper was still around my ankles. Nicole used her own hand to spank me, and she was relentless. I was crying and wiggling to get out of the way, but each spanking stung my butt. Finally, Nicole tired of spanking me and pushed me to the floor. "I want little Kimberly to crawl over to the dildo and bring it back to me in her teeth." I wanted to refuse, but I didn't want any more punishments. I still wore the bondage mittens so crawling was just a little awkward. I got to where the dildo was and reached down like a dog picking up a bone and grabbed it with my teeth. I was repulsed. "Come here little doggie," Madam called out. I crawled back to where Nicole was sitting. She grabbed the dildo from my mouth and threw it across the room. "Go and fetch it again, now!" "Hurry up you little diaper slut." I crawled over to where the dildo was sitting and again brought it back to Nicole in my mouth. Nicole kept this up until I was totally exhausted. Nicole wasn't quite done with my humiliation. She instructed Emily to bring me a large bowl of water and I had to lap it up like a dog. This was repeated until I drank 3 large bowls of water. It was time for bed, and I was ready to turn in. To Be Continued…..

Some early memories, it feels good to write it all down. I've been interested in peeing and diaper stuff for as long as I can remember. One of my earliest memories is of me peeing on a potty after I could use a normal toilet, just out of curiosity I guess. The memory is a bit fuzzy, but I couldn't have been older than 6, because it was at a house we moved out of when I turned 6. I remember the naughty feeling of doing something I wasn't supposed to be doing anymore, peeing on the potty, and dumping it out in the toilet so my mom wouldn't find it. I also remember being fascinated with baby stuff, like diapers. I was the oldest of four, so there was always baby stuff around for most of my childhood. The next pee memory I have I would have been either 7 or 8. I remember peeing my pants deliberately at school. I was wearing maroon colored cotton shorts, so they were dark and didn't show much. I just slowly wet them over the course of the day. Outside at recess, I would pee a bit, and then run around and play until they dried off, and then pee a bit more. At my desk I would slowly let a bit out every hour or so. I remember the feeling of my panties and shorts being damp, and being able to smell it a bit. I remember the fear of getting caught, the fear of letting too much go at once, and I remember an older girl looking at me funny as I got on the bus, but I don't know if she could tell what I had done or if I was just being self conscious. When I got home I changed my clothes and my sister, who was a year younger, asked me if I had peed my pants, and I said yes, but please don't tell mom. I don't think she did, and I hid my wet clothes in the laundry. It wasn't sexual, I probably didn't even understand what sex was at the time. I just did it because it felt good. Around the same time, almost every time I went to the bathroom I would sit on the toilet and pee through my panties. Then I would hide them in the laundry, or somewhere else. I would sometimes go back and re-wet them multiple times in a day if I was at home. I could hide them for a little while, but after a while they would smell pretty bad, so I got creative about wetting, drying them out, rotating with new ones, knowing when my mom did laundry so I could hide some in there without her finding them. I would also sometimes mat up toilet paper like a diaper and pee into them, but that didn't work very well. I also pooped in my panties a couple times, but, well...that was a lot more work to clean up, so it didn't happen very often. When you're 10 years old you're not left home alone, and I shared a room, so I didn't have much privacy except in the bathroom. And it was kind of a cloudy thing in my mind anyway--I didn't really understand what I was doing or why, I just did it sometimes because I liked how it felt. One other thing I remember is always delaying going to the bathroom, and holding it as long as possible. Sometimes I would squirt a little in my clothes while I was playing, but never a full accident. I got used to feeling desperate, and running to the bathroom when I finally couldn't hold it anymore. I don't know if this was connected to just not wanting to interrupt whatever I was playing at, or something to do with peeing. I really didn't understand any of it at the time. When I was maybe 11 or 12 I got my own room in the basement, while the rest of the family was on the second floor of the house. The laundry was also in the basement, so it was easier to hide things, or slip something into the wash after my mom had started a load. I remember I found a box of second hand clothes in our house, and digging through it for something I could wet, and hide without anyone knowing. I found a light blue track suit, and a super cute pair of white polka dotted cotton overalls, and stashed them in my room. I started wetting them pretty regularly. I would wait until everyone had gone to bed, put them on, and wet them in bed. Of course, I would also wet the bed that way, so I had to be careful. But sometimes the excitement would get the better of me and I would totally flood everything--my clothes, the bed, my sheets would all be wet, and I would even roll around in my wet bed until I was completely soaked. Of course, then I would have to sleep in a wet bed, but I still did it. By that age, I was showering every morning anyway, so I could get cleaned up then. I have so many memories of lying in bed, wearing my cute wetting clothes, reading a book or something, and slowly wetting myself. It would feel so warm, laying there in my wet bed. This is when i discovered the sexual side of it, and my first ever orgasm was wearing peed-in clothes. Side note: years later when I moved out, the mattress was totally wrecked. You could see all the stain marks on it. The basement always smelled a bit musty anyway, so if anyone noticed they didn't say anything, but it was a bit embarrassing getting rid of that mattress. Probably around that same time, there was a week in the summer where my mom and other siblings were gone all morning for a week. I don't remember exactly what for, maybe some summer kids program at the library, or swimming lessons? Anyway, this was one of my first opportunities to be home alone for long enough to play with wetting, and then clean up and do laundry before anyone came home. I spent that week peeing in anything I could find--pants, shorts, dresses, bathing suits. I discovered I loved wetting overalls and rompers and things like that, and I still do. Standing up, sitting down, laying down, upside-down...it was really a week of experimentation. I also found some diapers (my mom used cloth diapers), and tried them, but I never really figured out how to fold and tie them right. But there was some plastic pants in a closet, and I played around with them too. I continued to do this all through high school, and I never got caught. With experience, I got better at cleaning up, and obviously as I got older I was home alone more often, and I still had my basement bedroom. But it was still this weird unspoken, unknown thing that I didn't understand, and I had no idea that anyone else would do this as well. It wasn't until I was maybe 15 or 16 that I got internet in my room (my parents were pretty strict about internet usage, and filters, etc), and one night I stumbled across some websites of people who were into wetting, desperation, ABDL, etc. All of a sudden a whole new world opened up to me, and I realized I wasn't the only one who was like this. There was all kinds of stuff, and different ideas too. I wouldn't even say it was porn for me at that point, it was almost like research--new ideas I I could try, stories from other people, pictures and videos. I mean, I'm not a lesbian, but I can appreciate a video of a woman desperate to pee, or wearing ABDL clothes, not because they're turning me on, but because I want to BE that person in the video. This story is getting pretty long, so maybe I'll stop there and write up something else about my experiences after high school. My adventures in buying diapers could fill a whole story in itself. Buying real ABDL clothes. Pee desperation was also something I discovered later. I'm into a lot of different parts of this fetish. Stay tuned

Hello! Welcome to The Scale of Continence! You all will be following Spark, a grey wolf, and his peeing adventures with his partner, Inku, an unknown species, and his roommate Fern, an orange tabby. At every choice, you get shown a scale for Spark's incontinence, bladder, bowels, arousal, and relation (Only when interacting with a reoccurring character). Depending on what choices are made, Spark may gain passive effects. Some effects include omorashi enthusiast, small bladder, easily aroused, and phantom feeling. Hope everyone enjoys! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spark sighed as he stepped into his small house. It wasn't much, but with inflation and the three owners all having minimum-wage jobs, he was happy there was a roof over his head. He looked over to the living room. Inku laughed at something on the TV. "Hey, Babe!" Spark greeted, his tail wagging. "Spark! If you need to use the bathroom, be ready to drive somewhere. Something on the toilet broke and Fern's trying to fix it." "Thanks for the heads up," Spark said, heading to the spiral staircase, "But Fern's great at mechanics, she probably won't take that long." Inku turned away from the TV to narrow their eyes at Spark. "If you say so." Spark stepped into the bathroom and spotted Fern bent beside the toilet with a paw pressed on her crotch. "Fern, you doing okay?" Spark asked, worry clear in his voice. "Yep. Fine. Just need the bathroom a bit." Fern responded through gritted teeth. Spark looked her up and down, taking note of the little things. He could clearly see her legs shaking and hear her quiet panting. "I could drive you down the street or ask a neighbor if you can use their bathroom." Spark offered. "I'm fine I-" Fern cut herself off and dropped her wrench in favor of adding another hand to her crotch. "On second thought, I'll take you up on that offer." She said, slowly standing up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With Fern in reach, Spark can: A. Stand in front of the door, but move eventually B. Stand in front of the door, but refuse to move (-1 Fern Relation) C. Push on Fern's bladder (-5 Fern Relation) D. Quickly go to the car 0/10 (Fully Continent) 0/10 (Empty Bowels) 2/10 (Dull Feeling) 0/10 (Not At All Aroused)

Hi yall! I've written a few stories in the past, but this is the first time I'm posting one here! There will be plenty of bed- and pants wetting in this story, but I'm putting it under diapered and ABDL fiction because it's definitely focused on the ageplay and diapers. This is actually my project for NaNoWriMo, so while I'm only posting the first four chapters today, you can expect frequent updates, albeit usually it will only be one or two chapters at a time. Your comments and feedback are welcomed and greatly appreciated! I don't want to say too much lest I spoil the story, but this is an abdl/ageplay story with heavy humiliation themes about a doctoral student and her professor (f/f). So, without further ado, I present to you The Life and Humiliations of Lavender Fairchild, or A Tale of Diapers and Doctorates! Chapter One I checked my eyeliner in the rearview mirror for what must have been at least the tenth time that night, but it was, just like the ninth time, flawless. I’d gone for a much more toned down look this evening than I was used to, trading my usual razor-sharp wings for a simple black lining and keeping my purple eyeshadow modest. I had even resisted the temptation to add any of my usual glitter or other embellishements—at least, I had mostly resisted: there was a single star drawn in black eyeliner just below the outside corner of my right eye, perfectly framed against my eye by my glasses. My eyes might have been all flawless simplicity, but my lipstick was a different story; nervously chewing my bottom lip on the drive here had left it in bad need of a touch up. I smeared more dark red across my lips, wiped the red off my teeth, and suddenly found myself lacking a single reason to continue lingering in my car. Lingering. What a polite word for procrastinating. Cowering even. Come on, get your shit together, there’s nothing to be nervous about. But…isn’t there? This is a big night; it’s really important I don’t screw this up or do anything stupid. It’s just a friendly dinner; there’s nothing more to it and thinking it might be is how you’ll end up doing something stupid. But she’s been so…she’s been flirting with me lately, I’m sure of it! Flirting? With you? She’s just being nice; there’s no way she sees you that way. You’re deluding yourself and going to end up doing something stupid. … You know that, right? I…yes, of course I know that, but I want to impress her anyway. Then get your shit together! Keep your head on straight! Come the fuck on! I was right, I had to get my shit together, and that started with me getting out of my car. I took a deep breath, checked my make up for the eleventh time, and stepped out of my car. I was parked in front of a three-story brick house with an elegant but unadorned façade nestled squarely in the middle of a block of five equally large houses. I checked the house number and compared it to the one in the email she had sent me. A small spike of panic rose in my throat as I confirmed it was the right house—and there I had been, just sitting in my car for the past ten minutes, what if she had seen me? I swallowed hard to push the panic down, put my phone in my purse, and forced myself to walk up to the front door. The doorbell chimed deep within the brick house, and I waited awkwardly on the front step, suddenly unsure what normal people did with their hands. After cycling through various options, I settled on holding them behind my back just in time for the door to open. I swallowed hard, partly out of nerves and partly because… Jesus fuck she’s gorgeous. “Lavender!” She exclaimed brightly from the doorway. She had raven black and wavy hair with hints of grey that made her look as distinguished as her career and wore a tight black dress that clung to her curves with a pink belt that matched her short nails cinched around her waist, translucent black hose, and simple black heels. She opened the screen door for me and gestured for me to enter, “please come in! I’m so glad you could make it; how are you this evening?” “I’m good, thank you,” I said a little breathlessly as I stepped past her and into the front hallway. I looked around, taking in her home; it was all polished wood, plush area rugs, and books—there were bookcases packed with books along every wall in sight and stray books on almost every surface, including a small stack of three on the fourth step of the staircase leading upstairs. Ask her how she is, you idiot! “And, um, how are you, Professor Devereux?” “Please,” she said with a smile and a light touch on my shoulder, “call me Vivian. My undergrads call me Professor Devereux; we’re colleagues and friends, right?” “Right,” I gave her a weak smiled and tried to breath out some of the tension that had suddenly wormed its way into my body, “sorry, Pro…uh, Vivian.” She smiled in a way that made me feel…electric and led me deeper into the house. “Dinner isn’t quite done,” she said as we walked, “but I just need a few more minutes! I do hope you like beef wellington.” “I, uh, I’ve never had it,” I barely knew what it was except that it was far fancier than what I could afford on the meager stipend I get from my stipend. “Well, I’m sure you’ll love it; I’m told my beef wellington is to die for.” Professor Devereux…that is, Vivian led me into a room just off the front hallway that appeared to be her living room. There was a plush looking couch with immaculately placed throw pillows in front of a dark wood coffee table covered with papers and, of course, more bookshelves all around the room. “Pardon the mess,” she said, gesturing to the papers, “I was grading papers in front of the TV earlier,” she lowered her voice as she said it as though she were admitting something shameful. “May I offer you a drink? A Martini? A glass of wine?” “Some wine would be lovely,” I replied. Just one glass, okay? Enough to calm your nerves but not enough that you’ll do something stupid. “Excellent,” she said as she walked across the room to a small liquor cabinet nestled between the bookcases, “I have a wonderful pinot noir that will pair excellently with the beef wellington.” Pinot noir was red, I knew that. Right? “Thank you, that would be lovely.” She pulled a wine glass out of the cabinet and popped the cork off a bottle that was already open, “I hope you don’t mind,” she said as she poured, “I’ve already had a glass myself.” “Not at all, thank you,” I took the glass she offered me (I was right, it was red) and took a sip. It tasted like every other red wine I had ever had, which is to say bitter and dry, but I smiled and nodded when she asked if I liked it. At least I wouldn’t be tempted to drink more than I needed to settle my nerves. “Well,” she said as she smoothed her dress after a small but awkward silence, “I should go get dinner finished, is there anything I can get you?” “No, I’m good thank you,” gods I was already being awkward, I had no idea what to say. “Right then,” she stood there for a moment, as if uncertain whether she should go or not, “I guess…just,” she gestured to the room around us, “make yourself at home, it’ll just be a few minutes.” “Take your time,” I smiled and looked around, “I’ll just…” Just what? Oh, gods, she’s looking at you, waiting for you to finish, you’ll just what? “You know,” I said with a breathy laugh, “I have to admit I’m dying with curiosity to see what you keep on your bookshelves.” Yes, books! That’s your common ground! Her face broke into a grin, and she chuckled, “please, sate your curiosity! I think that shelf will be particularly interesting to you!” And with another assurance that she would be just a few minutes, she disappeared back through the door we had entered from. Taking another sip of my wine, I walked up to the bookcase she had motioned towards. I couldn’t help but smile—displayed right in the center of the bookcase was the Nebula Award for best fantasy novel that she had won for A Restoration of Rainbows, the concluding entry in her bestselling Blood and Pride trilogy. The shelf below showcased the Lambda Literary Awards she had won for A Restoration of Rainbows and the second entry, A Founding of Family. Staring at her awards, I couldn’t help but feel a bit…fangirl-y. The truth was, even after working with Professor Devereux—er, Vivian for a year, she still made me feel a little star struck. But Vivian wasn’t just a great author, though she was that, she was also a brilliant academic. I loved her novels, and it was certainly a treat to work so closely with an author I respected so much, but it wasn’t why I was working with her. When it came time to pick an advisor to help me write my doctoral dissertation, I picked Vivian for her literary criticism and theory. Vivian had written her own dissertation on misogynistic tropes in fantasy that would go on to be regarded as a seminal text on the subject and since then made a name for herself in academia for her brilliant analyses of gender and sexuality in popular fantasy. Her work had been indispensable and highly influential on my master’s thesis, so to work with her now on my dissertation was nothing short of a dream come true. And it has nothing to do with how hot she is. It does have nothing to do with that! I’m a doctoral student who deeply respects the brilliance of her advisor and mentor, not some middle school girl with a crush on her teacher. But you do have a crush on her. She’s objectively attractive; I can’t help that I notice that, but I do not have a crush on her! You’re blushing just thinking about it! My cheeks were oddly warm, but surely that was just the wine. When had I finished my glass? I still felt anxious, maybe another glass wouldn’t hurt? I was eyeing the bottle on the liquor cabinet shelf, considering whether or not it would be rude to pour myself another glass, when the door to the living room opened. “Sorry to keep you waiting,” Vivian’s lips shined a vibrant red that hadn’t been there before, and I couldn’t help but let my eyes linger on how soft they looked. She walked across the room as I assured her it was no problem and grabbed the bottle of wine I had just been eyeing. Without so much as a question, she once again popped the cork and filled my glass. “Well, dinner is served,” she smiled and led me through the second door in the room and into a large dining room. The large, rectangular table in the center of the room had twelve chairs circling it, one at each end and five along each side, but she had set our plates right across from each other in the middle of each side. “Please,” she said as she set the bottle of wine on the table and pulled out the chair for me, “have a seat.” Blushing only a little, I thanked her and took the chair, allowing her to push it in for me. This feels like a date. Don’t start, this isn’t a date. It feels like a date! It’s not a date, you absolute idiot! “I’m so glad you agreed to join me for dinner,” Vivian said as she walked around the table. “It’s been a while since we’ve gotten to talk in depth about your dissertation, and I’m so looking forward to hearing about what you’ve been working on.” See? Not a date. “Thank you so much for inviting me; everything looks absolutely delicious,” and it did. Beef wellington, roasted potatoes with some kind of herbs, and sauteed broccolini studded with big chunks of garlic. My mouth was watering. “I didn’t know you were such a good cook.” “Well, I love to entertain,” she explained as she sat down and topped off her wine glass, “and cooking the meals myself is so much more…intimate that hiring a caterer.” The way she said “intimate” made the word hang heavily in the air. I took another sip of wine to hide the warmth in my cheeks. “It looks delicious,” I repeated a little weakly, at a loss for what else to say. She smiled and took a sip of her own wine, her freshly painted lips leaving dark red prints on the rim of her glass. “So,” she said as she picked up her utensils, “tell me all about your dissertation.” Chapter Two “What I do find really interesting,” I paused to take another gulp of my wine—gods, why was my mouth so dry? “is that the books sometimes seem to be critical of gender essentialism and strict gender roles, like when Nynaeve complains that men always think violence is the answer and then immediately wishes she could beat some sense into them, like it seems very self-aware in these moments, but ultimately the text is…well, you know,” another gulp, “the lore and the world-building and are all so embroiled in the dichotomy of the gender binary that it was the act of trying to find a form of magic that transcended the gender binary that caused the breaking of the world, suggesting that the dichotomy and male and female is not just an innate part of nature but a necessary part, that it holds the world together, you know?” I raised my wine glass to my lips to take another drink and was shocked to find it empty. The shock interrupted my train of thought, and I stared down at my empty glass for a long moment. “More wine?” Vivian was still sitting across the dining room table from me, smiling with her whole face. It suddenly occurred to me that these were the first words she had said for…gods, how long had I been rambling on? Great, you drank too much and now you’re blathering on like an idiot and embarrassing yourself. I blushed and set my wine glass down, “no, thank you, I think I’ve had enough. I get a little…verbose when I drink, I’m sorry.” Vivian laughed gently, “it’s quite alright, I invited you over for dinner to hear all about your dissertation and that’s what we are doing! Besides, I’m riveted, you’re quite a brilliant little scholar.” My cheeks absolutely burned. “Thank you,” I managed to murmur. “I mean it,” she said, picking up the bottle of wine (was it still the second bottle? Or had she opened a third? I wasn’t sure) and began filling my glass, “so please, have some more wine and continue.” I licked my lips; I wanted the wine, but my head was swimming already. “Thank you but I’ve really had too much already, I still have to drive…” my voice got quieter as I approached the end of my sentence and eventually trailed off. Even as I said it, I knew I had already gone past the point of being able to drive home, I’d have to take a Lyft and come back for my car tomorrow. “Nonsense,” Vivian said matter-of-factly, “you don’t have to do any such thing. In fact, I’d be beyond irresponsible to even think about letting you get behind the wheel tonight, you’ll stay in the guest room.” “I…” was tempted, Lyft’s weren’t cheap and my stipend didn’t exactly leave me with a lot of expendable income, but even so “…couldn’t impose like that.” “I insist,” she said firmly, “and it’s the least I can do after pouring your wine all night.” I sighed and picked up my newly refilled wine glass, “I suppose…if you insist…then it would be rude for me not to accept the offer, thank you.” “You can thank me,” Vivian said as she topped off her own wine glass before setting the bottle back on the table, “by continuing what you were saying.” Something about the way she was looking at me sent tingles down my spine and made unconsciously chew my lower lip. I was just imagining it though, right? I was just tipsy and projecting what I secretly wanted onto her professional interest. Right? Told you that you have a crush, like a lovestruck middle school girl. Shut up. I took a sip of my wine and gave Vivian an embarrassed smile. “I’m sorry, I seem to have forgotten what I was saying.” “Well, tell me, Lavender,” the way she said my name made my stomach flutter, “what do you think of the non-normative sexuality inherent in the relationships between sul’dam and damane?” I felt my cheeks go red just thinking about the question, but I took another gulp of wine to push past my embarrassment and managed to give an answer that didn’t include my how often their non-normative sexuality influenced my own sexual fantasies. Chapter Three I didn’t remember going to bed that night—the evening got pretty fuzzy after Vivian opened the fourth bottle of wine—but I’d never forget waking up the next morning. The first thing I noticed when I woke up was how dry my mouth was, then the pounding in my too heavy head. Gods, how did I go from promising myself I’d only have one glass to helping Vivian polish off four bottles of wine so easily? Stupid, stupid girl. I opened my eyes and blearily look around the room. The bed I was laying in was massive, piled with pillows and plush blankets, and surrounded by four polished wooden posts that held up a translucent pink canopy. It was gorgeous and probably the most comfortable bed I had ever slept it. It wasn’t until I sat up in bed to get a better look at the rest of the room that I noticed something else about the bed: it was wet and cold. I froze, panic rising in my chest, and threw back the covers to confirm what I already knew—I had wet the bed. What the fuck did you do?! Oh gods, what had I done? And more importantly, what the fuck was I supposed to do about it? There was no way I could keep Vivian from finding out; she was going to lose all respect for me, and she certainly wouldn’t be interested in me now… Really? That’s what you’re worried about right now? She was never interested in you in the first place, you idiot! Tears welled up behind my eyes, threatening to cascade down my cheeks, but I fought them until my eyes burned. I wouldn’t cry; I refused to let myself. Just sneak out before Vivian wakes up. You’ll have to drop out of the program, of course, there’s no way you can ever face her again after this. How had this even happened? I hadn’t wet the bed since I was a kid! Sure, I had a lot of wine… A lot of wine… …but it wasn’t like this was the first time I’d gotten that drunk, and this had never happened before! Who knows how long I might have sat there in a puddle of my own pee paralyzed by panic and dread if not for the light knock on the door that broke me out of stasis. As the doorknob turned, I did the only thing I could think of, the only thing I could do, and threw the blankets back over myself, covering my accident. “Morning, Lavender,” Vivian said she poked her head through the crack in the door, “did you sleep okay?” My cheeks burned so hot I thought for sure my face would spontaneously combust, but, unfortunately, it did no such thing. I opened my mouth to say something, I’m not even sure what, but no sound came out. So much for my paralysis being broken. “Lavender?” A note of concern crept into Vivian’s voice, “is everything okay?” I shook my head: no, no everything was not okay. “What’s wrong?” She asked, her voice gentle, as she stepped into the room fully. “Did you get sick? You poor thing, I guess I got carried away with pouring wine, didn’t I?” I shook my head again, though the churning in my stomach made me uncertain whether I’d be able to say that for much longer. “No? Then what’s wrong?” She took a few steps into the room and towards the bed and paused; Vivian sniffed gently at the air and a sudden look of understanding dawned on her face. “Did…Lavender, did you have…an accident?” The condescending sympathy in her voice was too much; the dam broke and tears spilled down my cheeks in racking sobs. You’re so pathetic; you pissed the bed and now you’re sobbing like a child in front of your professor, in front of this gorgeous woman you’ve completely ruined your chances with, not that you ever had a chance in the first place, she could never be interested in a freak like you. “Hey, now,” Vivian said softly as she sat on the edge of the bed and put a comforting hand on my back, rubbing small circles as she spoke, “it’s okay, I promise, everything is okay, I’m not mad, I promise! These things happen, it’s really no big deal, we’ll take care of it and get you all cleaned up, okay?” She continued to say soothing things and reassure me as she rubbed my back. With her free hand, she grabbed some tissues off the nightstand and gently wiped my cheeks and nose. Before long, and with the help of Vivian’s comforting, my sobs subsided into whimpers and gentle crying, and as they did Vivian wrapped one arm around me, pulled me close to her chest, and held me while making soothing sounds and gently rocking me back and forth. “There we go,” Vivian said as she let go of me once my crying had dried up, “much calmer now, yeah? Sometimes feelings are just too big and we have to cry,” she grabbed another handful of tissues and set to work wiping my face. “Blow,” she said as she held a tissue to my nose. I should have been too embarrassed, I should have hesitated at least a little bit, but I blew without a second thought. Humiliation seared into my soul, and I felt distant from my body. But despite everything, electricity still crackled through my body from the excitement of Vivian’s embrace, and her gentle words made warmth bloom in my chest. I just wanted her to keep holding me and tell me everything was okay. “Feeling better, Lavender?” She smiled oh so warmly and oh so prettily and I nodded my head—and I was feeling better too, even if part of me still wanted to run out of the room, drop out of my program, and disappear off the face of the earth. “Well, let’s see what the damage is and we can get everything taken care of, okay?” Vivian grabbed the blankets and began to pull them off me but paused and made eye contact with me, as if checking to make sure I was okay with her pulling them off. The thought of Vivian, Professor Devereux, my advisor, my mentor, my role model seeing me sitting in my own pee made me stomach do flips; I gave her a quick nod and looked away. The cold hit me like a train as Vivian pulled away the blankets. I was still wearing the black skater skirt I had worn to dinner, but it was bunched up around my waist, leaving my purple lace-trimmed panties and the tell-tale wet stain on full display. The white, floral print sheets were stained a mild yellow in a puddle that expanded out around me. And then there was the smell of pee that had given me away, suddenly so much stronger with the blanket removed. “You poor thing,” Vivian said sympathetically, “now I understand why you were so hesitant to spend the night!” Wait, what does she mean by that? “I promise, this will be our little secret, okay?” Vivian stood up and took me by the wrist, “now, come on, let me show you to the bathroom, I’m sure you’ll want to take a bath.” The mention of a bath made all my other thoughts fly from my head; a bath was exactly what I needed, not just to clean my body but to clear my head and gain some separation from the knot of emotions this whole incident had left sitting in my stomach. I let her help me out of bed and smoothed my skirt down as if there was any chance of regaining my dignity after sitting in my own piss with my wet panties on full display. Neither of us said a word as Vivian led me out of the room and down the hallway. My cheeks burned once again as the wet fabric of my skirt rubbed against the back of my legs and the wet fabric of my panties rubbed against…other things. I followed Vivian into a spacious bathroom with a huge claw-footed tub and stood awkwardly in the center of the room as Vivian turned on the faucet and checked the temperature of the water, making a few adjustments until she was satisfied. “There,” she said when she had finally found the perfect temperature and plugged the bathtub. She lingered for a moment, long enough for me to wonder if she was expecting me to undress in front of her, but finally she cleared her throat and made her way to the door. “Just leave your wet clothes on the floor outside the bathroom and I’ll collect them after I strip the bed and throw them in the laundry for you. There are towels just in there,” she gestured towards a closet just inside the bathroom, “as well as a robe you can use when you’re done.” “Thank you,” I muttered weakly, fully aware that it seemed to be too weak of a sentiment for the occasion. “You’re quite welcome,” she said as she stepped out into the hallway and gently closed the door behind her. I took a deep breath and exhaled long and hard. I walked over to the sink and leaned over it, taking in my image in the mirror. My face was puffy and red from crying, my flawless make up smeared and ruined, and my blue hair a mess of tangles. You really fucked up. I know, I know. Like, really fucked up. I was right, but what was I supposed to do about it? The worst part was…no, I didn’t want to think about that, I was humiliated enough without acknowledging the whole…that. Fuck me. I shook myself out of my pity party and stripped out of my wet clothes, cracking open the bathroom door just enough to set them in a neat pile right outside the door. By then the tub was full; I turned off the water and stepped in. The water was a little warmer than I would have liked it, but my muscles immediately began to release their tension as I lowered myself into the water. Well…fuck. Chapter Four The rest of the morning of my morning with Vivian went…I’m hesitant to use the word “well” since the morning very clearly did not go well, but it went about as well as it could have after its initial crisis. By the time I got out of the bath, Vivian had my clothes in the laundry and breakfast—toast and jam, eggs, and bacon—on the table. We made polite if strained conversation as we ate; I could tell Vivian was trying to not let things be awkward, but how could they not be? Words alone could never be sufficient to express my relief when my clothes were finally out of the laundry. I changed as quickly as I could, said my goodbyes to Vivian (throwing in more than a few apologies and words of appreciation), and did my walk of shame back to my car. Maybe I’m misusing the phrase “walk of shame,” but what else could I call it? “Elyse?” I called out for my roommate as I walked through the front door of my apartment, “Are you here?” Nothing. The apartment was dead silent. “Elyse?” I called again, louder this time, as I set my purse down on our small dining room table—big enough for four people, but not big enough to fit four people entirely comfortably—but still nothing. I had met Elyse about a year ago, when we both first started in our doctoral program and been paired up as roommates by the graduate housing department. The apartment we shared wasn’t huge, but it was better than the dorms I had lived in as an undergraduate and while working on my master’s degree. It was also much nicer than anything else my meager stipend could afford. The apartment consisted of a large central area—which served as the living room, kitchen, and dining room—and, on either side of the central area, Elyse and mine’s bedrooms, both of which consisted of walk-in closets and private bathrooms. Like I said, much better than the dorms, and it afforded me more privacy than I had ever had while living anywhere else, a feature I had taken full advantage of over the past year—and it was exactly that privacy that I needed now. “Elyse? Are you home?” I called out one last time, this time while lightly rapping my knuckles against her door. I waited outside her bedroom door long enough for it to become awkward, but there was no answer. I was alone. Thank the fucking gods. I walked away from Elyse’s door and into the living room, where I flopped haphazardly onto our couch. The confirmation that I was well and truly alone was exactly what I needed. Sure, I had privacy, but there was something about being actually alone that simple privacy couldn’t account for. I breathed a deep sigh of relief, and it felt like exhaling after I had been holding my breath for hours. I could finally relax, and, after the stress of last night and the horror of this morning, gods did I need it. Last night was actually really fun though, despite how nervous you were. You were charming and funny and brilliant; you really seemed to impress Vivian. Yeah! Yeah, I did! Until you pissed the bed and ruined everything. Don’t remind me. As if you need reminding! How could you possibly forget sitting there with your piss-soaked panties on full display for Vivian to see? I can’t! I can’t ever forget that, it was so…so… Humiliating? Shameful? Mortifying? Disgraceful? Degrading? Yes, yes, all of that, stop listing synonyms, it’s not helpful. Hot? …that’s not helpful either. But it was. I bit my lip, sucking in a sharp breath as I flashed back to sitting on that soaked bed—Vivian holding me, Vivian seeing my shame as plain as day. It was. Only now in the privacy of my apartment could I risk acknowledging that. In the moment, I had to keep that thought far away and compartmentalized, but here, alone, I could let it creep back in. Here, I could let it take root; I could…indulge it. I peeled myself off the couch and made my way to my bedroom, conjuring this morning’s scene in my head as I did. “You poor thing,” Vivian was saying in my head, “another accident?” I opened my closet door and stepped in, flipping the light on as I did. In my head, I imagined myself sniffling and nodding, too embarrassed to admit to my shame verbally. “Maybe you’re just not ready for big girl panties at night, huh?” Vivian’s voice in my head sent shivers down my spine. “Don’t worry, it’s not your fault you can’t hold it all night, you’re just too little.” Chewing my bottom lip absently as Vivian’s voice echoed in my head, repeating variations on the same sentiment, I knelt down at the back of my closet and pulled out a small chest I had found at a thrift store. The chest was locked with a combination lock; distracted as I was, it took me three tries to get the combination right. The hinges creaked as I pushed open the top and exposed all the accoutrements of my secret shame, my secret joy, my secretest of secrets. “Maybe we should go back to pull-ups at night until you’re a bit bigger,” Vivian said lovingly, without judgement, as I ran my fingers against the plastic of the bag of goodnites sitting on top of everything else in the trunk. “Ah ah, no fussing dear, if you can’t hold it all night then this is the only solution!” In my imagination, I did fuss. I whined and told Vivian I didn’t want to wear pull-ups, I wanted to keep wearing my big girl panties because I was a big girl. Vivian shushed my protests, gently but firmly, and left me sitting on the bed while she went the dresser and began digging in one of the drawers. In real life, I was still chewing my lip as I slide one of the goodnites out of it’s package, noting somewhere deep in my brain that I would need to buy more soon. I stood up, pull-up in hand, and began to walk out of my closet when I stopped, looked back to the chest still sitting open, and doubled back. I reached down, grabbed one of my many pacifiers, this one a plain black, popped it in my mouth, and left my closet. “Oh, sweetheart, don’t fret,” Vivian said as she turned away from the dresser and back towards me; she was holding a pull up in one hand and a pacifier in the other. “You know I know what’s best for you, don’t you? And don’t you want to be a good girl for Miss Vivian and let her take care of you?” I nodded my head, in my imagination and in real life, as I crawled into bed. “That’s Miss Vivian’s good girl,” she smiled that smile that made me feel electric and walked over to the bed, popping the pacifier she held into my mouth. “Now let’s get you up and changed into something more appropriate for a girl your age, okay?” Wait, why is she putting you in pull-ups now if they are for bedwetting? Shut up, I’m not exactly worried about the plot making sense right now. I shook the momentary intrusion away and closed my eyes. Vivian helped me out of bed and then knelt in front of me. “You got your skirt all wet too,” she said, “I guess we’ll just have to take that off too.” My skirt flew across my room in roughly the direction of my laundry basket as Vivian unzipped it and gently lowered it, once again exposing my piss-soaked panties. I lifted my hips off my bed and slid my panties off, imaging how Vivian’s hands would feel against my bare thighs as I did. “You won’t be needing these yucky things for a while, isn’t that right, my little Lavender?” I reached for the pull-up and shook it out as Vivian did the same. We pulled the rustling garment up my legs, settling it around my hips, and gave the crotch a few solid pats once it was in place. “There we go,” Vivian stood up and I reached over to my nightstand, fishing my vibrator out of the top drawer. “Isn’t that so much better?” I nodded, and a whimper escaped my throat as I placed the head of the vibrator against my pull-up and hit the power button. Even on it’s lowest setting, the vibrations spread through the absorbent padding; it was like a switchboard lighting up in my brain. I pressed the button again and the vibrator kicked into the next gear; the gasp that jerked out of my throat almost made my pacifier tumble out of my mouth, but I clamped down on it and sucked hard and fast, in time with the little thrusts my hips involuntarily pushed against the vibrator with. “Such a good girl in her pull-ups for Miss Vivian,” she was pressing her hand against the crotch of my pull-up, rubbing it against me. “And you’ll be Miss Vivian’s little girl forever, won’t you?” “Yes, Miss Vivian,” I muttered around my pacifier. “Good girl,” She purred, I moaned, and, before long at all, my mind burst into sparkling colors and all of my muscles tightened, tightened, and tightened more until they released, all at once, and my whole body shook with absolute pleasure. It was too much, the pacifier fell from my mouth as I cried out, tears squeezing out of my tightly shut eyes. It seemed like it would never end—I didn’t want it to end, but I didn’t think I could take much more. My body would tear itself apart if it didn’t stop, but gods what a way to die. But, eventually, it subsided, and I was left whole and intact. Physically anyway. Gasping for breath, the fog of pleasure slowly lifted from my brain. I found my pacifier in my sheets and slid it back into my mouth, slowly sucking as the occasional aftershock sent shudders through my body. Warmth began to slowly fill my pull-up as I released my bladder. Hey, you’re supposed to pee after sex, don’t judge me! There I was again, lying in bed after pissing myself for the second time that day. I pulled my comforter over me, sighed contentedly from behind my pacifier, and drifted off to sleep.

So, a bit of history. I don’t post very often, in fact I think I’ve only posted twice in the past year. I’m very into wetting, but my husband is not. He does indulge me sometimes though, thanks to me finally telling him after 19 years that I was into it. Our romantic life is much better now as a result of my honesty, and 3 nights ago I got to experience another “first time”. It was probably about 4:30am when I woke up. I don’t remember why, just that I was awake. My husband turned over towards me, realizing that I had woken up and told me he needed to confess something before I found out for myself. I was actually worried, thinking something bad happened. It was quite the opposite. ”So you know that fantasy you told me about, where you restrain me until I can’t hold it?” he asked. ”Um, of course” I said, wondering why this was the topic at this time of the night. ”Well, I had a dream about that…and you won. I couldn’t hold it anymore. And well, it happened not just in my dream. It’s really wet over here. I peed a lot. I can’t believe I just wet the bed!?” I was genuinely conflicted between feeling bad for him, knowing he was embarrassed, and being insanely turned on! So another first time for us was lovemaking in wet sheets at 4:45am. That made his embarrassment pretty much disappear.

I've wanted to try @JayLew 's bedwetting roulette since I discovered it and to test the limits of my "diy mattresprotector". Today felt like the perfect occasion, since my roomate was out of town, I didn't have any plans for today and I already had some dirty laundry left over from some naughty fan yesterday. Basically the challenge gave out different numbered prompts and I would have to roll a dice, then do the according numbered promp. Here's the list so people can follow along.24 Hour Bedwetting Challenge.svg Full disclosure. It was never in my plans to actually do it for 24 hours, because I had no clue about when my roommate would show up. Instead I desided to go on with the challenge until I'd have done all 6 positions. I also desided to selectively follow the rules in the way that would be the most convenient for me without peeing anywhere but the bed. I hadn't thought about doing the challenge the previous evening so I was already breaking the rules a bit. I was wearing some mens boxershorts and a baggy teeshirt, since that was on the list I desided it would be good enough. So I got out of bed around 10:30 AM put down some protection. In this case a large black garbage bag and a towel under my sheets. When back to bed and dosed off for a bit before I felt sufficiently less sleepy. I hadn't peed during the night so I wet myself for the first time. After that I got out of bed to roll the dice. For my outfit I got a number 5, Fancy Lingerie. I picked out a pair of black lace panties and another tshirt. I also put on a pair of black leggings to keep me warm while I wasn't wetting the bed. For my drink I got a 1, which meant a glass of water. I was relieved that I wouldn't have to go to the store for the sake of this challenge it. Ofcourse, if I had prepared I would've bought the drinks in advance. I went to the kitchen and downed two big glasses of water. Next up was time to make breakfast. I made shaksuka, basically eggs cooked in spicy tomatosauce and covered with cheese. I must have a bladder of a fly because once my breakfast was done cooking I already had to pee again. I left my pan on the stove(on low heat, I'm not stupid) and ran to my bed. This time I rolled a 4 which meant I was mean to jump on my bed while wetting myself. My bed isn't exactly very big or bouncy, so I bounced up and down for a bit then let the rest out while standing on my bed. I was in hurry to get back to my food so i skipped the "play prompt" for this wetting. I finished cooking my breakfast and ate it with two more cups of water. Then I washed the dishes and made some coffee. At this moment I was already desperate again so I left my coffee brewing and returned to my bed. This time I rolled a two which was peeing upside down. I took everything but my panties off and laid on the bed with my feet up in the air. I haven't tried wetting myself like that before so it took a bit of time before I was comfortable enough to start peeing . After that it was very nice to release and feel all the warmth spread around my tummy and back. If anything this is something I have to experiment with more in the future. I was worried my coffee was going cold so I ran back to the kitchen. I drank two cups of coffee and one more glass of water. At this point my aunt called to ask me if I would've wanted to come to eat lunch with her. I agreed and she told me she'd come pick me up in an hour and a half. The clock was 1 PM by then. After that I brushed my teeth and rolled promts X4 and Y1. I might have also messed myslef a bit and had to wipe my panties clean with some toiletpaper and rinse them off. I knew that my aunt would be at my appartment in about less than a hour. So instead of rolling I desided to do the one prompt I had wanted to do all day. Number 5: "Kneel on the bed and release into a cup, then lay down and pour it over yourself." I kept my panties on while peeing on the cup to make sure I'd spill as much as I could. Then I layed down on my back and poured all of the warm liquid on top of me then rolled around in the pool of pee (Y2) to soak everything I hadn't poured pee on. I'm not into "watersports" but there was something very naughty and enjoyable about this none the less. After that it was time to keep a souvenier. I rolled one and took some pictures. As you could see despite emptying multiple full bladders the mattress was dry underneath. The towel I had placed down to cut back on the crinkling was super heavy from all the absorbes moisture. The only wet patch was on a spot that wasn't protected. (May next time I could experiment with taping multiple trashbags together for more coverage.) After that I showered throughly to get rid of any odors. I even used a bit of my roommates 3-in-1 shampoo, conditioner and bodywash. Then I threw all the sheets in the wash and left to see my aunt.

This was a roulette I made a few weeks ago for on-purpose bedwetting. For those not familiar (I don't see them very often here), roulettes are a kind of choose-your-own-adventure where all of your tasks are chosen by a die roll or other random number generator. I originally posed this on a different forum. People mostly liked it, though some complained my text was too small. 24 Hour Bedwetting Challenge.svg

It wasn't Omorashi at the time, but as I reflect on what happened I am getting omorashi feelings. Over Thanksgiving I spend the night at my mom's place. Now she knows that I still occasionally bedwet, after all I was still peeing my bed in HS, so she know I'm a bedwetter. I took mom out for sushi, we are not into the whole turkey and big dinner thing, and we had a great time. So back at the house I get ready for bed in my old room and my old bed. Yes it still has the plastic mattress cover and a waterproof mattress pad on it. mom knows her boy. We go to bed around 11 or 11:30 and it was a good sleep. But at around 6:30 I wake up to that sensation that all bedwetters know. Half awake and all is good at first. Then there is that feeling that something is not right and then the feeling of wetness. I had peed in my old bed like I was back in HS. Once I am in full realization that I had peed my bed I get up and like all bedwetters so check out the damage. Why do we do that?? we wet and know it. LOL. Its a medium wet area on the sheet and the front and left side of my shorts are wet along with my boxers under my shorts. I ball up the wet sheets and pads and leave my room and head to the washing machine when I come across mom who was already up. She sees me with my wet shorts and balled up sheets and just says, " washing soap is where it always has been. " then goes and makes some coffee. That moment was so awkward and kool at the same time. It def triggered my middle side and it got triggered even more as I walked back to the bathroom to get my shower. I hd just put my wet sheets and bed pad in the wash but did not start it since I had my wet boxers and shorts to put in too. As I walked back mom started to ask me what I wanted for breakfast after my shower. So there I am having a conversation with my mom as a grown man standing there in the kitchen in wet boxers and shorts. They felt cold and well wet and I was loving that feeling as I stood there. I then went to my room and grabbed some fresh boxes and shorts and went to take my shower. One final middle trigger was when I was crying my wet boxers and shorts to the wash to put in. Total flashback to the many many times of doing the same routine when in HS. So that was my Holiday bedwetting Omorashi experience this weekend.

I've kinda gotten the Bedwetting bug and I've been trying to come up with a way to do it without a dedicated mattress protector or a ruining my mattress and I think todays experiment has met my criteria. So what I did today was I woke up and waited untill my roommate left the apartment. Then I drank about a liter of water and changed from my pajamas into a pair of panties that were already going in the wash. Next I folded a large black garbage bag in half, placed it into my bed and also plased a microfibre towel on top of that. Next was the fun part. Trying it out. I began with letting out little spurts then gradually moving onto a few larger ones and finally emptying the rest of my bladder in one go. The towel and my panties were soaked in the end, but nothing made it throught to my actual bed. Plus by the end the only laundry I had left were those two items, so all in all I can call this experiment a success. I'll post some photos of the aftermath and as you can see the sheet are dry.

Recently I bought some goodnites-brand disposable bed mats intended to protect against bedwetting (frankly to me they just look like puppy pee pads with Goodnites branding, no idea if there's a significant difference). Over the past couple weeks I "tested" a couple of them by just peeing on them directly, and they seem to be able to absorb quite a lot. So, a few mornings ago, I decided to a full (purposeful) bedwetting and see how they do. I put on a pull-up, laid down, tried to relax, and after about 5 minutes was able to let it flow-- I was a bedwetter up until almost my teens, but the subconscious conditioning is pretty strong against going in bed at this point... I've tried a few times in the past, and this was the first time I've really succeeded fully. At first it was just some forced spurts, but once the floodgates opened I was truly able to wet myself fully. Unfortunately I succeeded a bit too well-- I was laying on my side, which rendered the generic pull-up pretty ineffective and made it a true bed-wetting experience. This was honestly kind of nostalgic for me, bringing back a feeling I hadn't experienced in a long time (with the added charge of being awake and having done it purposefully). Unfortunately, the pee also overflowed the bedwetting pad and left a sizeable wet spot on my mattress - more cleanup than I had bargained for My next plan is to try two of them, covering a larger area of the bed. The pee seemed to really want to spread upwards rather than down, which surprised me? My shirt ended up getting pretty wet too. The issue is, how I'm nervous about having to clean my mattress again, which isn't what I wanted out of this whole exploration. I'm curious if anyone else has had any experience with these bed mats, or competing ones, and if there are any strategies to maximize their effectiveness? From a noise & cleanup perspective I'd much prefer something like this, rather than a plastic sheet or the like. Maybe I need to get more effective pullups/diapers, but frankly some leakage is a big part of the appeal for me.

Nightmare Bedwetting in jeans | Thisvid View File She is sleeping, having a nightmare (not very good acting, but who cares right? ) wetting her jeans, waking up wetting some more, classic scenario.. Submitter wetpants86 Submitted 12/02/2022 Category Female  

It happened when I was about to fall asleep, I just started to relax and didnt think anything would happen but then felt the warm puddle form beneath me all of a sudden, I kinda had to arrange my thoughts to realize I was peeing but It felt too good so I continued to pee till I was completely relieved, I even stayed in it for a bit, I got another urge rn so I think I'm gonna continue to wet it for the night. Might put up a camera to film myself wetting in my sleep kinda wanna see how it looks -w- Currently still peeing into my bed and I LOVE it

This question is for bedwetters! So for some years already I developed the habit of peeing in my pull-up right after waking up, before getting out of bed. I just feel it's way easier this way, plus 99% of the time it's already wet so it's not wasteful.

Part II waking up dry, wet or squishy 1. Waking up dry (and presumably taking advantage of the first morning pee) || Dry 2. Waking up damp but there is still room left to wet || medium 3. Waking up fully saturated or almost fully saturated || wet

Title Which feels better? Going to bed dry, damp or wet? Question: In your opinion which feels better?: 1.Going to sleep dry knowing you can wet anytime the urge hits (dry) 2.Going to sleep damp but with more room to spare (medium) 3.Going to sleep wet mostly full or fully saturated (wet) (I'm trying to post this as a Poll but it says i need to fill out required tabs so I'm hoping this posts as a poll)

Are you a bedwetter? If so do you enjoy it? I am a nightly bedwetter and thoroughly enjoy being this way. I genuinely wouldn't want to be dry at night.

Hi .My question is how often you pee in bed ??? I pee in my bed 3 times peer week. I am really lazy gir and i hate when i need to wake up and pee. https://cz.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph618e3c4e55a5a https://cz.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph61686b95a2eeb I would like to see your pissing in bed videos. For my inspiration and fun.Can you upload ???

I have some medical issues that make me pee a lot, so usually I wear pull-ups just to sleep (I'm a bedwetter), and always have a good idea about how many I have left by the end of the week/month...The thing is last week I had mid-term exams and was pretty stressed out about it which made me pee a lot more even during the day, so in order for me to concentrate, not panic during the exams and not think just about pee all the time I wore them at school. It went way better than expected (got pretty good grades because my bladder wasn't a problem anymore) and no one found out, and because they made things way easier for me during the day (like not having spend all my free time in the school toilet every break or having to stop and pee behind bushes or trees while outside) I kind of "rewarded" and allowed myself to use them during the day too the whole week (and well I had a much better time than usual, being able to release my pee whenever I needed to and I really was able to relax and have a good time). Ok, so what's the problem then you may ask...well... I kind of ran out of them...yes, I forgot to keep count (because I almost never ran out before getting new ones; they were supposed to last me till the end of the month, but because I used so many during the day I ran out of them before noticing...). I ordered some earlier, but they won't arrive until the day after tomorrow at best... so can someone please tell me what should I do ? I don't want to have to set an alarm every hour to get up and pee ( I had to once and I was too tired to function properly for the entire day...) Please help!

Pov: It's a hot summer night, and you're sleeping in nothing but a thong. You drank too much water before bed, but uhhgg you were so thirsty! You should have known better though, you've always had a bit of bed wetting problem, and now you wake up wet. What happens next is up to you InShot_20221201_000556068.mp4

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Ok, so the last DM I got had a really nice question. Kinda why I felt bad I don't answer and never really put that out there I don't. (Not that I'm on here long, didn't think about it or that I'd get any messages) Aaaanyway, it basically asked me what I like about omo. I've talked about my sub side here and there. So I thought I'd share and see what you guys like about it too. So omo wasn't always my thing, I didn't really have a find out I like it moment. Like my partner. But we had been together about a year and he asked me if I'd wet my pants for him. I hadn't yet shared my kinks fully but it didn't bother me, I saw it as "nothing dangerous so sure" (honestly he looked adorable asking I couldn't have said no if I wanted to ) At first I was really shy, I remember the first time him just holding me around my waist kissing my stomach. And I got comfortable enough to go, I fell in love with it honestly when I saw the look in his eyes. I liked making him happy. So from that, I got more comfortable letting go of being shy I'd make videos till I could just go in front of him. And we'd do little more punish play (not much, still haven't been tied up. I mean if it's not his thing it is what it is. But still hoping for that) I'd surprise him just coming in the room wet, mix lingerie in too. Recently we went on vacation I did a public accident in a dress that seemed to be unnoticed. (Aside from him) My favorite part of the wet is the release, I like having to go a lot and the relief of finally going. I get more turned on when I'm in trouble for it, I adore when he punishes me for wetting myself. But as far as the wetting goes, I like just letting go. Maybe since I like to be punished I like knowing I did something I shouldn't. It's nice to have an outfit on that just can't in any way hide the accident, so I couldn't cover it up if I wanted to. same it'd also be nice to try and get away with it out with him. Feel like I almost got away with it but he knows and lets me know as soon as we're alone