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  1. If you you were, or knew, a teen bedwetter how did parents react? I wet 11 to 14. With a couple exceptions, these were real accidents. (Then was dry at night age 15 - 18 - my last multi-year dry period). My mother was horrified. No way would she just accept and let me wear diapers. I had a really embarrassing flood at a sleep over. How did you deal with sleep overs? Since I've read more, remembering doesn't bother me. But at the time I wanted to crawl into a cave and never come out. Thank you.
  2. female

    Forewarning before you start reading if this sort of thing reaaaaally matters to you, I did not wet my actual bed in my sleep. You see, I just recently got a new bed, and the day before we had hauled my old mattress out onto the step before anybody went to work. Essentially, I've only "wet" the bed three times in my life and one of them barely counts because I woke up and rolled off of it, in a story you can easily find here. Its not something I as a person I can easily hide due to circumstance, and I've never really been interested but this day in particular presented an extremely unique opportunity so I figured I'd try it out. That being, I pulled the mattress back inside the house and almost roleplayed a bedwetting by laying the old mattress on my kitchen floor. We'll start this story with a general start of my day. Woke up, brushed my hair, brushed my teeth, drank a back to back combo of a tangerine/blueberry smoothie, a glass of orange juice, and a cup of tea. Such is actually a surprisingly common Kozmo breakfast! Everyone was going about their morning routines, getting ready for work, brand new morning yadda ya. I am an unemployed student who was on break up until tomorrow actually, so I wasn't going anywhere. I just wanted to be up to have the house to myself. It was at this point dad suggested dragging the old mattress outside so he could take it to the dump in a few days. I helped him do so and the second I helped him get it out onto the back patio I realized two things. One, I was fucking freezing because I just walked outside in the Canadian winter and my slender legs were pantsless; I had gone to bed just wearing a big shirt and underwear, a staple household combo for women everywhere (My Friday the 13th shirt :3). Two, everything I stated in the first paragraph plowed through my mind like a freight train and I was already planning deviousness. Nobody batted an eye as they rushed through their routine, even though my mother must have come into the kitchen as I was drinking MORE tea or MORE orange juice or a tall glass of water on any given occasion. About an hour later mom left and I gave her a small wave from the counter, where I was sipping at a mug of coffee, probably my fifth or sixth drink of the morning. Now anyone will tell you this is the path to bloating and rapid desperation you're unprepared for, but the idea was that shortly after everyone left I would be sound asleep.~ The second my dad followed suit out the door I was dashing up the stairs, my feet pounding the floor as loudly as my heart as I burst into my room and looked at my clothes. Should I do it like this? Should I wear actual pajamas? I eventually decided on actual pajamas, to make the experience just a bit more genuine. A matching purple pair I like that I knew I could throw right in the wash, purple patterned with teddy bears and snowflakes. The shirt was a button up, with a cute bow on the collar! They were very soft, very fluffy and warm. In addition I grabbed three things that are a must for a sleep for me in my actual bed. One, my Daryl Dixon pillow (IF DARYL DIES WE RIOT), two, a soft brown blanket I have that would soon also be in the wash, and three, my great big torso sized stuffed dog, Cassie. Now that I had all these things I gathered them in the kitchen. I was starting to feel the twinge of the many, many liquids filling my bladder, and I shuddered a bit, rubbing my legs together and being deliberately as cute as possible with it, because immersion. My time was running out; While this wasn't my first bladder rodeo and I knew I'd be able to hold it in utter agony for a few hours like your standard alliance schoolgirl, I needed to be comfortable enough to gently fall asleep. Now that I was prepared, I feel its time for the OBLIGATORY DESCRIPTION PHASE: In addition to the pajama combination, you know the drill. Put me in the middle of the 5-6 foot range, literally somewhere in the middle, and know that I'm like 100 pounds of unhealthy and tiny. Ridiculously pale, accented by the snow this time of year, with long dark hair. It was red but its fading and getting darker D: Potential re-dye soon? Haven't done blue in awhile. My standard for most of the time has been black or really dark brunette. I never thought to mention that I have tattoo's, but I will not say what. If one knew where my tattoo's were and where and you know me IRL, it is a complete dead giveaway, completely unmistakable. Just know I have tattoos on my back, collar/chest area, wrists, and foot. I am inked. None of them overly big, I just have a few :P In addition I was wearing a pink bra-panty combo. Nothing frilly, nothing special. Anyway, it was around then that I went out onto the step in the cold again, and with great effort, pulled the mattress back inside and dropped it right on the kitchen floor. The dogs were very confused and promptly investigated, but did not seem to find it suspicious when I promptly laid down on it, and tossed my blanket over myself. I shifted a bit more, it wasn't at the NEED TO GO stage but it was filling. I responded by cuddling Cassie close, curling up on my side, and closing my eyes. I used some cognitive therapy I learned once to fall asleep super fast, in combo with the fact that I hadn't been awake long and was still groggy. I woke up two hours later, on my mattress laying on my side cuddling the stuffed dog. I was damp, but I had to pee so fucking badly I had literally been trembling in my sleep, and still was. I must have leaked, in fact I'd imagine it was likely what woke me up. I unlatched an arm from Cassie and reached under the blanket to feel myself, and found my crotch and left thigh were warm and wet. I kept my hand there, I had to or I would have lost control that very second. I laid there with my hand buried in myself, my face buried into the stuffed dog, whimpering and mewling, my legs rubbing and criss crossing around my hand. I treated it like a child might treat it, even though I'm not an ageplay person. Dunno why, it just felt cuter! I'm not allowed to get up in the middle of the night or mommy will get mad, type thing. So I tried to hold it! Even through the next leak that had me moaning into my stuffed dog. And the next big spurt that soaked my hand and had me feeling warmth running down my butt and slightly pooling underneath me in the mattress. It all felt so warm. I actually started to sweat because I felt hot, not in a sexual way just a combined heat of my pj's spurting pee, all under a blanket. I kept squirming and mewling and trying to hold, hugging the stuffed dog while trembling as if she could make it all alright, but every few shifts I could feel pee just shoot into my panties and my hand would grow wetter, as would my legs and the area beneath me. Something in the feeling of literally feeling a drop slip from between my fingers and run down the back of my hand, making contact with my sleeve made my bite onto the dogs ribbon collar and groan, just pleading for the feeling to subside as I felt a small trickle burst forth from me. The trickle was continuous. And slowly got bigger. I could NOT stop this leak and the second I realized this I started begging and crying to nobody in particular, that I couldn't hold it anymore and that I was peeing my bed. Something in me broke and in a swift motion I flopped onto my back and buried both hands between my legs, shoving the blanket between them and all, yelling into my empty house, "NO NO NO NO NO!!!" The dam completely shattered. Pee rushed out of me like you wouldn't believe, something in the motion strained my achingly full bladder and I completely lost control, urine spraying through my underwear into my soft cuddly pajamas, immediately drenching my blanket and the hands holding them where they were. I cried and thrashed and I and everything in contact with me save for the dog became sopping wet. The blanket was beyond saving, the bottom of my pajama pants were saturated to the point of squishyness. The mattress started to absorb all the warm pee and it pooled and pooled and pooled. I arched, still peeing my pants as I felt it pool to my lower back and even above. My sleeves got wet. I could feel it everywhere, all while I was still desperately trying to regain control to no avail, soaking my old mattress right to the last drop. After it ended and the relief had washed over me I could drop the act and I just laid there and enjoyed it until everything got cold, at which point I got up and took the mattress back outside. Still in my wet pajamas, which was a terrible idea. Cold. Cold cold cold. COLD. I got back inside and cleaned the mess that was the lake residing where the mattress had been laying, threw everything in the laundry, took a shower, and just kind of sat around in a fresh pair of bra and panties (The heat was on ^^ We have a fireplace) and watched Brotherhood: Final Fantasy XV.
  3. So while I was feeling a little unwell earlier in the week, I'm feeling much better, and I've been a busy (and naughty girl). First of all I've been making all sorts of custom videos and a couple just general videos, and I've made a page on my website for my videos and custom videos. I didn't want to make things too commercial here, so all I'll do is share a couple of picture from my most recent video adventure, and a link to my site. http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties/wetting-videos So in this video I tested out Always Discreet's for their effectiveness in bedwetting. I'm trying to get bedwetting videos of every single diaper I own (and I've got actually a decent sized box of a lot of diapers I've worn in the past, and pads too). So this was next up after I've done Molicare and Goodnites (the new ones, I'm still awaiting the right time to do the vintage ones). Anyhow, as you can see, the Always Discreet are only discreet when worn by a lady under her cloths standing up, and a lady who doesn't completely soak them ;) This little girl thought she could wear them to bed to help keep the bed dry in the face of her bedwetting problem and she was wrong. I am particularly proud of getting the puddle just right, in past videos I've struggled to get it to show up vividly on camera, but some cleverness on my part (and lots of experimentation), I think made for an excellent video :) If you are interested in a copy please let me know! (Message or email, rachelkirwan@gmx.com). Hugs Rach
  4. Hello everyone, I hope you had great holidays! So in addition to the usual holiday hubbub, I got some good quality alone time with my hubby in our new apartment. We made some naughty diaper wetting videos together, and he is almost fully trained as my camera man. I wanted to share some stills and previews of some of the videos we made. As many of you will know, I started selling my used panties this year, and very recently made a couple of custom panty and diaper wetting videos for kinky customers. I wanted to make a couple of general videos, because not everyone wants something custom, but is just craving some sexy diaper-wetting content :) So please let me know if you are interested in any of these videos, or if you would like me to make you something special just for you. Drop me a message or send me an email. This first video is me in a big poofy comfy Molicare, all ready for nap time: Then me napping, and it was a good thing I wore protection! This video is 4:23 long, and features me napping, and then flooding my Molicare, and then napping some more :) Molicare are amazing, they can hold more than two Rachel-bladders! And after I woke up, Daddy snapped a picture of me in my soaked diaper, right before changing me into a fresh pair of panties! So as some of you might know, I absolutely love the new Goodnites, they are really good, and I've been doing my best to try to get them to leak. So far I've only had teeny tiny little leaks on the sheets. The kind that would be dry by the time you wake up, so Daddy doesn't know. I also love the new patterns! This one is much shorter, about 2 minutes long, but features yours truly in one of the new (Amazing) Goodnites, all sleepy and cuddled out, wetting the bed. I can't wait to make more, it's so much fun! And I'm really going to try to get the Goodnites to leak. ;)
  5. Male

    So far in 2016 I've woken up wetting four times: January 30: The night before, I wore my usual diaper and booster pad to bed. Sometime during the night I woke up to the most marvelous sensation of hot pee pouring out of me and bathing my crotch. I was barely awake enough to register what was happening, and I didn't interfere with it at all. I don't think that I even realized I was wearing a diaper. I just felt the heat and the wetness for a moment and went back to sleep. Looks like I'm regressing to wetting in my sleep more often -- that was the fourth time in the past five months. Luckily I was well diapered! I kept my diaper on and wet it some more. It got very bulky between my legs. I enjoyed just holding my crotch with both hands to feel how big my protection combo had become. The last time I wet it, I was lying on my side. Big mistake -- the diaper leaked into my pajamas and then onto the washable waterproof pad that I use to protect my bed. Oh, well, no real harm done. All the wet things were soon washed and dried. March 25: For the first time since January I woke up wetting. This time I was not wearing a diaper, so my briefs and pajamas got wet. Not very wet, since I reflexively stopped the flow. I kinda wish I'd stayed relaxed and continued to wet. Doing so would have been safe, since as usual I was sleeping on my waterproof pad. March 29: The night before, I was undiapered. I woke up and thought I was wearing protection, so I started to pee. I quickly realized my mistake, but not before wetting my shorts and pajama bottoms. I got up and went to finish in the toilet. I began to remove my wet PJs but decided instead to leave them on and finish wetting them while sitting on the toilet. I enjoyed once again the feeling of hot pee bathing my most sensitive areas. April 5: I went to sleep undiapered the night before. I woke up wetting again in the night and, sadly, reflexively stopped peeing. My briefs and pajama bottoms were wet but not my pad. I wish I could experience relaxed wetting again, whether I'm wearing a diaper or not -- as long as I'm sleeping in my own bed, not visiting family or friends! Taking into account the two nights in a row that I wet the bed in early December, I've now wet in my sleep six times in the past four months, which is a rate of 18 times a year. Just considering recent wettings, 3 in 12 days, I see the rate is 90 per year. Whether I wet 18 or 90 times this year, it will be far more than I have wet in earlier years. Thanks, BPH!
  6. Fam's Race Against Time!! Illustrated by Born-to-die http://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=1920354 Written by me! GigaQ Disclaimer: All persons depicted in this comic are over the age of 18. The main character of the story undergoes a curse causing a change of appearance but does not change her actual age. All nudity shown in this comic is strictly artistic in nature. No sexual act depicting a minor is in this shown in this comic! Contains: Age Regression, Omorashi, Nudity, Diapers and a cute little bedwetting! to purchase this comic send a Paypal payment (goods and services) of $11.99 to ( Galyathore@gmail.com) and add YOUR email to the purchase and i'll email you the file ASAP! file includes: 7 page comic with uncensored cover page. +6 bonus images of the main character in various ages and regression pictures.
  7. View File Rachel's Holiday Gift 10: Hot Male Bedwetting! So finally something for those of us who love bedwetting and men! Classic bedwetting in white briefs! Enjoy! Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 12/29/2016 Category Underwear Wetting  
  8. Just a memory from my childhood. First a little back ground information. I stopped wetting my bed by accident around age 10 but still wet it on purpose every so often until at least age 14. Anyway I would never get up to use the bathroom on Christmas eve and was quite content to just go in my pants. I can remember many Christmas Eves just laying in bed and just peeing in my pajamas. I did this every year until at least 14 years old. I'm the middle child and have both a younger and older sister. My younger sister was still a bed wetter, but I can remember Christmas eves mom putting a rubber sheet on my older sisters bed this one night of the year before she came home from her friends house. She wasn't a bed wetter, but that one night of the year we always woke up Christmas morning in wet pajamas. Somehow mom never made an issue of bed wetting that one day of the year. I don't really know what to make of this other than perhaps she did this growing up or its a carry over from early childhood and she didn't want us getting up and getting into the gifts.
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    So finally something for those of us who love bedwetting and men! Classic bedwetting in white briefs! Enjoy! Rach

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  10. Synopsis: A girl with an occasional bedwetting problem is introduced to watersports/omorashi and diapers by her DL boyfriend. This sparks an odyssey of self-discovery; her latent submissive-little side comes to the surface in an attempt to renew an unfulfilling childhood. He becomes her daddy dom, helping her every step of the way to a better life. Hello omo.orgians! Normally I am not a writer, but this has been kicking around my head for far too long. I had to write it down, and I thought I’d share it with you all. I don’t think I have it in me to write a proper coherent novel, so it’ll be more a series of oneshots loosely bound together by a timeline, based on scenarios that come to me that are cute and/or hot. Also note that this is my first piece of any kind that wasn’t an assignment, so please be kind! Feedback is appreciated. Without further ado... Discoveries Chapter 1 After wandering aimlessly through life for years, you think you've finally found your soulmate. Sarah is a demure, mousy girl, a little on the short side, not particularly curvaceous but very cute and sweet. She has wavy shoulder length dirty blond hair and expressive hazel eyes, but what drew you to her most was her melodious voice, like little bells tinkling. She has a bit of a sassy side, but you don’t think she would be complete without it. You met her at a gaming convention; you hit it off right away, your interests and opinions seeming to mesh perfectly. Afterwards, it started off slow. A morning stop at the coffee shop here, a gaming session there. But soon you enjoyed each others’ company so much that you couldn’t stand to be apart too long, and more often than not one of you was coming over to visit, learning everything you could about each other. You don’t know exactly you fell in love, but you certainly are now. A couple short months later and you’ve taken the big step of sleeping together at your place, although she seemed oddly conflicted about the idea... You haven’t done anything...untoward yet. You are both in your mid-late 20s and are virgins after all, neither of you feel ready to take it to the next level. Regardless, everything was looking up for you and Sarah, except for one problem: you haven’t worked up the courage to tell her you’re a diaper lover. You would like nothing more than to tell her, but you don’t want to ruin this burgeoning relationship. You enjoy every day with her, but there’s an ever-present tinge of despair that you’ll never be able to share this side of you with her. All this would change, however, that fateful night you awoke to a cold, wet sensation in your bed. Your sleep-addled brain struggles to come up with an explanation, ranging from a leaky roof to simply cold sweat from a bad dream, but a little feeling around and you find it’s coming from Sarah. You realize what has happened and are unsure what to do. You look at the clock. 4:05 AM. You don’t really want to, but you move to wake her up. It won’t do to lie around in a pissy bed all night. “Hey. Hey, Sarah. Wake up.” You gently rub her arm. Her eyes crack open. She smiles from the pleasant way of being woken up. “Mm?” “Sarah, the bed is wet. Did you...umm...” You trail off, not wanting to embarrass her further by saying the words. She stares at you blankly. Suddenly, her eyes widen. She flings the covers off and looks down to see what she’s done, swings her legs off the bed, and promptly makes to get up. You put a hand on her shoulder to stop her. “Woah, woah, hold on a second, let’s talk about this!” She resists for a moment, then sits back down and half-turns to you. Your heart breaks a little. Sarah is on the verge of tears and can’t bear to look you in the eye. She is muttering something to herself, and you strain to hear. You pick out phrases like “knew this would,” “never going to,” “so stupid...” You can’t stand her putting herself down like this. You sit up and put your other hand on her other shoulder. You turn her to face you fully and say “Look at me. Please.” She drags her head up, looking through you with watery eyes. “Sarah, I don’t know what this is about, but this doesn’t change anything between us, alright? I still love you. I love you so much. We’ll get past this, it’s not the end of the world.” She looks at you in disbelief as if you’ve grown another head. But your words sink in, and she slowly wraps her arms around you and buries her head in your chest, quietly hiccuping and sobbing. You wait patiently for her to compose herself. “I’ve been waiting so long for someone to say that to me...” She finally says. “Do you want to talk about it? She nods. “I’ve always had this...problem. Almost every night I can wake up and go to the toilet, but sometimes I don’t wake up.” “Oh, honey, that’s such a hard thing to live with. You should have told me instead of stressing yourself out like that.” You absently start playing with her hair. It seems to be having an effect. “I know sweetie, but I was so scared of how you’d react. I thought what we had would end because of this. I didn’t want that to happen to me again.” She makes a face like she’s tasted something bitter, and looks like she’s about to start up crying again. “Are you saying you’ve had a break up because of your issue?” She nods and hugs you tighter. “Sarah. I’m here for you. I would never do that to you.” She looks up and you lock eyes, then she gently touches her forehead to yours. You stay like this for a while, but then the reality of the incident hits you. Your pee soaked sheets are clammy and starting to itch, and no doubt she’s feeling the same. “Hun. How about you go to the bathroom to change, and I’ll take care of the bed, okay?” “I’d like that. Thank you so much for accepting this part of me.” She gets up, fingers trailing across your chest as she walks across to get her overnight bag, and leaves the room. Alone with your thoughts, you get up and gaze at the wet bed. You clutch your head and run your hands through your hair. This is unreal, you think. Have the stars aligned to have this girl fall into your lap? You have just the solution for her, but do you have the courage to explain to her why you have it? Your manhood twitches at the thought of her diapered, and you quickly busy yourself with removing the soiled bedding to distract yourself. You’re unfolding the new sheets when Sarah comes back in, wearing fresh pajamas and looking visibly less shaken. Wordlessly, she begins helping you make the bed. You lapse into a companionable silence. With the bed now made, you both get in and resume your cuddling. “Good night hun. We can talk about this more later.” “Mhmm. Good night sweets.” You can hear the smile in her voice. As you drift off, your thoughts turn what tomorrow will bring. Chapter 2 A week passes. Contrary to your suggestion, you don’t speak of this again. At first there is an uneasy tension between you, but as time wears on it fades into the background and things are almost normal. However, now that you’re looking out for it, you notice she gets up in the middle of the night for a trip to the bathroom, sometimes quite urgently. You can’t help but feel bad for the poor girl, but you just can’t psyche yourself up enough to tell her about your thick, fluffy salvation. You wake to a flurry of movement next to you. Amid Sarah’s swearing and her attempts to disentangle herself from the sheets, you can hear a hissing, pattering sound. She manages to stumble out of bed, holding herself and hunched over. Though the twilight, you can see her take two steps before freezing in place. She whimpers, then lets out a long, breathy sigh as her stream turns into a torrent. Her arms fall to her sides and her legs spread slightly as her pee sprays through her thin pajama bottoms as if they weren’t there, splashing onto the laminate floor. She stands there peeing with her eyes closed for what seems like forever, until she shudders and her stream dies down. She looks down at her puddle and lightly pulls at the soaked clothing clinging to her legs. You realize you’ve been staring slack-jawed at this whole spectacle, and are incredibly turned on. You’re rock hard, and this is clearly evident from the thrown-off covers. She looks at you, more resigned than upset, then she follows your gaze down to your throbbing member. Oh dear. Nobody moves for a few moments. Then, the most unexpected thing happens. Sarah starts giggling. She covers her mouth as she lets loose a delightful little titter as she points at the little tent in your underwear. Her laugh is infectious, and soon you’re laughing along with her. At you, at her, at the whole situation. Once the headiness wears off, she walks back over to you, but doesn’t sit due to her wet pants. “So, do you care to explain...” she vaguely gesticulates at your hard on, “...that?” She doesn’t look upset, just amused and slightly puzzled. You sit up, an odd calm coming over you. You knew this was coming eventually. There’s no way to sugar coat it now, so you might as well be blunt about it. “Well, Sarah...I’m turned on by needing to pee, and watching it in others too.” She cocks her head slightly. “That’s...a thing?” You swear, she’s too innocent for her own good sometimes. “Yeah. And hon, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” “Really? I don’t really like wetting myself because my problem has made it feel negative, but if it makes you so happy...I can try.” You have the biggest grin on your face, and feel like the luckiest man in the world. She must sense this in you, because she stoops down and gives you a big hug. You return the hug earnestly. “Thank you,. That’s all I can ask for. Admit it, though. You looked like you really enjoyed the relief.” She pulls back, blushing. “H-hey! That’s...not entirely untrue.” You roll your eyes and pull her back to you, laughing. Emboldened by her response, you figure now’s a good a time as any. “There’s something else,” you say. “Hmm?” “I’m also into...uhm...diapers.” “Diapers?” “Yeah.” “...Oh.” You feel your good mood dissipate at her reaction, and instantly regret your actions. Have you gone too far? You look to her, and instead of finding the weirded-out, disgusted look you expected, her face has gone blank, a thousand yard stare at nothing in particular. You hug her a little tighter. “Hey. Hey, are you alright?” She refocuses on you and notices she’s worrying you. “Oh, sweetie...” She pecks you on the cheek, and releases you. “I had nightime diapers a little longer than most, obviously, but my parents made me stop using them, even though I couldn’t help it. I really wish they hadn’t, it’s better than waking up in a soaked bed...” “You’re in for a treat then!” You say before she can get in a funk again. You get up and retrieve your bag of Molicares from your hiding place in your wall closet, pulling one out as you do. You emerge from the closet and hand it to her. “Wooow.” She breathes, “Look at that...” She runs her hand over it and gives it a squeeze. “Would you want to wear this to bed next time you’re over?” “YES! That would be great!” Your heart warms at her eagerness. She finally has hope about controlling her condition after so long. But once more, your mind turns to the chore of cleanup. “That would be great, but for now we have laundry to do.” “Oh, right...” She looks sheepish. You go about your business of changing clothes and sheets, and you mop up her puddle despite her insisting that she clean up her own mess. Afterwards, you look at the clock. It’s only an hour before when you normally get up, and neither of you feel like sleeping after what just transpired, so you cuddle a little more before starting your day, both with a little spring in your step. --- More to come EventuallyTM! Thanks for reading!
  11. Hello everyone! I'm not really active on the site, but I'm trying to write a story in english and I thought I could share it with all of you here. I hope you will like it as much as I enjoyed writing it! English is not my first language, so I hope you will understand everything... I would be glad to have feedback, even if you want to say you don't like the story. I'm open to any critics, and I really want to progress! Enjoy the reading! I STARTED THIS STORY 2 YEARS AGO AND THE TOPIC IS NOW DEAD. I FELT LIKE CONTINUING IT (I’M SO SORRY NOT TO BE REGULAR IN MY POSTS… I WORK A LOT AND I FORGOT ABOUT THIS STORY) SO I CREATED A NEW TOPIC. I POST THE FIRST THREE CHAPTERS: FOR THOSE WHO FOLLOWED MY STORY TWO YEARS AGO, YOU’LL FIND THE LAST CHAPTER AT THEN END OF THIS ENDLESS POST. :) The story focuses on a relationship between a teacher and his student. I don't want to say too much before you read, but you should just know that this will be a tutor fiction (no sex). ------------ CHAPTER ONE Alexander was slumped on a chair in front of the door of the director’s office, his blue eyes closed. His brown curled hair skimming his eyelids with indolence. He had to play his role until the end. Be indifferent, stay cool. However, in his head, he felt boiling with rage. Rage against himself. Against his bloody behaviour. He was the same bad boy he had been ever since he could remember. Except that this time… This time, he had gone too far. Why did he have to explode like that? Why did he have to satisfy that asshole? His maths teacher had had that sadistic smile when he got up, after getting punched. Yes, Alexander punched his teacher during class. What a silly thing to do when you know that Mr Bryant was waiting for a reason to kick him out of the school. The teen just gave him the right reason to do so. Because nobody would want to hear what his maths teacher said to him before he lost control. Nobody would want to know that Mr Bryant deserved to be hurt. Or maybe there was someone. As he saw Mr Blanchot coming up from the stairs with a furious gaze, Alexander raised up on his chair, feeling suddenly anxious. Until his French teacher appeared in the corridor, he had been able to fake the nonchalance. But, now he just couldn’t anymore. He just couldn’t deceive him. He didn’t care about anybody else. But Mr Blanchot was the only one who decided to believe in him. Alexander didn’t know why though, he was such a disappointment everyday. As his teacher approached him, Alexander felt his heart beat faster. But, surprisingly, Mr Blanchot didn’t even look at him. He went through the door and slapped it with violence behind him. As though he didn’t hear a noise during the fifteen minutes he had been sitting there, he could clearly hear now his French teacher yell from the director’s office. ---- As he entered the office, Léopold Blanchot noticed the presence of the kid’s tutor, his colleague Mr Bryant and the school’s principal. His nostrils shuddered with anger. He faced his superior, two fists knocked on his desk. From his height, he dominated the man with no difficulty. “As I heard from a colleague, you want to expel Alexander?” he said, as a rhetorical question. “Calm down Léopold. Please take a seat and let’s discuss this reasonably.” Demanded the principal. “You want me to calm down, Paul? Do you know how many humiliations this kid had to endure with that horrible man?” said Léopold, pointing Mr Bryant. Mr Bryant suddenly rose up from his chair with irritation. “Did you at least see what that little freak did to my face? Look at my nose!” he shouted, pointing his bleeding nose. “Oh stop it, Bryant! I’m sure you deserved more than that little punch he gave you!” “Principal! How can you let a teacher say such things?” said Bryant, revolted. “Stop it! Both of you calm down!” said the director with authority. “Paul, please. Can we at least discuss this? You can’t let this poor boy return to this dreadful orphanage!” said Léopold. “I’m afraid I can’t do more for that kid, Léopold…”he responded. “He deserves to be expelled, Blanchot. Just look at what he did to a teacher!” said Bryant. “I think we already know what you want, Bryant, so please stay out of it.” Léopold threatened. “Léopold, please calm down. Now, Mr Bryant, please be reassured. You already know that his tutor can’t be responsible of Alexander anymore; he was on probation and broke the rules. And without any tutor, the kid can’t stay in this school. So please calm down and go back to your students.” Said Paul with calm. As soon as Mr Bryant got out of the office, Léopold sat on a chair with weariness. “We have to do something, Paul. I know this kid is not dangerous. He just needs someone to educate him. Look at his grades! That’s the reason why you accepted to let him stay in your school! He’s a genius and you know that.” “I know he is a very smart boy, Léopold. But he has gone too far. Hit a teacher, Léopold. Do you know how bad this is?” “I know, Paul. I surely know that he will never be accepted by another school because of that little punch I’m sure Bryant deserved!” “But, look Léopold, even if I wanted to let him stay here, he couldn’t. He can’t have a tutor anymore, it won’t be accepted. And I can’t let a kid stay in the dorms without a tutor, it’s not legal!” “But I refuse to give up on him. He is a good kid, Paul. I’m sure he just needs someone to be there for him. He is a child, for god’s sake! How can we abandon a child that easily? A kid with such a bright future…” Léopold turned to the tutor who didn’t open his mouth during the whole meeting. “I would like to help you, but it’s not my decision here. Alexander broke the rules. Too many rules. The only thing he has left is the orphanage. I’m sorry, but that’s the way it is…” he said, sorry. “No! That can’t be his only option! I refuse to tell that brilliant kid that he has to be sent back to the orphanage. He needs someone, Paul.” Léopold begged. His colleague and friend looked at him with sympathy, yet disbelief. But suddenly, the tutor’s eyes twinkled. “If you really want to help him, there might be a solution…” said the tutor. “Tell us, please!” Léopold shouted with hope. ---- When Alexander saw his horrible maths teacher coming out from the principal’s office, he felt his fists clenching again. His eyes burning, he confronted him with pride. He confronted his teacher’s despiteful gaze with coldness. “You should enjoy your last minutes here, Alexander. You will return to your original place soon. And it will be a relief for everyone.” Bryant said with a smile. The presence of his French teacher three foots from him convinced Alexander that it was not a good idea to respond. He held back his rage, closing his eyes. Mr Bryant left him with his frustration. ---- “Well, the only way to let Alexander stay in school is the adoption.” The tutor said prudently. “The adoption?” said Léopold, not sure how to understand this. “Yes. This is the only solution I can think of. Nobody wants to adopt a thirteen years old with violence issues… But you could.” “What are you saying?” Léopold said, in shock. “I’m saying that if you really want to help him, you could adopt him. But, I understand why you wouldn’t… He’s really not easy to deal with. Seriously, who would like to take care of a disturbed kid like Alexander?” the tutor asked. Léopold looked at the tutor with disappointment, then turned away to face his colleague. “Paul, I need to know if you would let him stay if I knew someone who could take care of the kid. Please.” “Léopold… Are you sure you want to go this far?” asked the director, understanding who was that “someone”. “Just answer the question, please.” “I don’t really decide you know… He would still have to go to disciplinary committee. I can support him, but I’m not the only one to take the decision. If you really decide to do this, Léo, you have to prepare a really good speech… It won’t be easy.” The principal advised. “I know. But I just can’t turn the back from my beliefs. He is a good kid, I’m positive about it. I just can’t give up on him.” “He has to be okay with it too, you know.” Said the tutor. “I know. We’ll see what he feels about it. But I need to know that you will support him during the committee too. I’m begging you. You know Alexander deserves to be at school.” “Yes, I will. But, you should be prepared, Mr Blanchot… He is not so easy to deal with, you know…” the tutor said. “Maybe he is not, but he still needs to be taken care of. Whatever he does, he’s still a kid.” Léopold said, serious. ---- After another hour, Alexander was still waiting in the corridor, anxious. Was it that complicated to expel him from school? Why was it so long? As he was gnawing his nails with apprehension, the door opened on his French teacher. “Come in, please.” Said Mr Blanchot with a serious gaze. As he stood up, the teen felt a pinch in his bladder. He had waited so long on this chair. He had to pee badly. But he couldn’t go right now, unfortunately… Entering the room, he noticed the principal’s annoyed gaze and his tutor’s tired one. “Seat down, Alexander.” said the principal. Seating down, he faced the three men, looking serious and apprehensive. Why they were apprehensive, he didn’t know. “You overtook the limits today, Alexander. What you did to Mr Bryant is inexcusable.” The principal said. “I don’t know if you realise the chance you have to be in this school. And if you realise how much we are trying to let you stay here, despite your faults.” “You are not kicking me out?” Alexander asked, surprised. “I’m not saying that you won’t. But there might be an alternative to your return to the orphanage.” “What? I won’t have to go back there?” the teen asked with hope. “Leopold, you want to explain it to him?” proposed the principal, turning towards his colleague. His French teacher seemed a bit nervous. He had never seen him nervous before. He was such a strict man usually, so proud and confident. “After what you did today, no tutor can take care of you anymore. You would have to go back to the orphanage. But, we might have a solution… I proposed myself to take care of you from now on.” Mr Blanchot said. “What..?” Alexander said, incredulous. “I would be adopting you. You would be in my charge. That way, you have a big chance to stay in school.” “You would adopt me…” the teen repeated, lost. “Yes, I would adopt you. You would be living with me, in my house, under my rules.” “You really want to adopt me?” he asked, in shock. “Yes, I do. But, the question is: do you prefer to stay with me or go back to the orphanage? Because I can tell you that this kind of behaviour will never be accepted with me, Alexander.” He said, with authority. “Of course, I want to stay here! But I don’t deserve it…” “What you deserve is a spank on your bum, kid. And I don’t think you would find someone who will treat you as a kid back there.” “I’m not a kid anymore.” Grunted Alexander, bushing as Mr Blanchot mentioned a spank. “Oh yes, you are, my boy. And you need to be treated that way. Believe me; it won’t be easy to be living with your French teacher.” He responded, a little smile on his face. “Now, Alexander, we will let you talk with Mr Blanchot. By five, we need to know your answer about the adoption. You have to think about it seriously, it’s a really important decision in your life. But, just so you know, you won’t stay unpunished for what you did today. If you decide to stay here, you will have to pay for what you did to Mr Bryant.” the principal said. Alexander lowered his head, feeling stupid. “Come with me now.” Said his French teacher. As they left the office, Alexander felt his heart beat fast. He could not believe of what was happening to him. The man he admired the most was willing to adopt him… He suddenly remembered his full bladder and was happy to be behind the adult. He couldn’t resist putting a hand on his crotch, trying not to leak in his briefs. He really had to pee now… But he couldn’t dare asking for the loo. He was a big boy, he could hold it. At least he convinced himself that he could… ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 2 Léopold and Alexander entered in an office, full of books, papers and stuff everywhere. When he saw French titles on most of the books, Alexander knew he was in Mr Blanchot’s office. It was the perfect image of an organized chaos. So many books everywhere, on the floor, on the desk, on the walls. Some paintings and black and white pictures were hanging on the walls as well. It was full of humanity, full of light. And somewhat, it was contrasting with his teacher’s strict mood. With a white long hand, Blanchot invited his student to sit on a chair, in front of his desk, while he seated on his own chair. Separated by the wooden desk, Alexander felt reassured. He could easily hold back his pee without being seen. Or at least he thought. His elbows on the table, his hands reunited together against his delicate chin, the French teacher took a very long and serious gaze at the teenager. Obviously, the kid was not feeling at ease. His legs nervously crossed, his elusive glance, his trembling hands were showing his intimidation. It was surprising, even after what happened. Léopold had always seen the kid being insolent and proud at anytime. Maybe Alexander was being reluctant to the adoption idea? The teacher felt a pinch of hurt inside. He didn’t know why. After all, it happened so fast! He never wanted to be a parent before. Then, why was the idea of adopting Alexander so natural? And how come he felt so sad about the possible kid’s refusal? Looking at Alexander’s apparent dread, Léopold decided to let his emotions aside. “I think you already realized that what you did today was completely irresponsible. Whatever you decide to do with your life, you will still have to go and apologize, kid. Is that understood?” he asked, strict. “Yes, sir. But… He really said mean things to me. He deserved to be punched, believe me!” Alexander said angrily, with a tear in the eye. Before the teen discreetly vanished it with his hand, his teacher had noticed his tear. “I can imagine what this horrible man said to you Alexander. And believe me; I won’t let him forget it. But you are the kid. He is the adult, and the teacher. Even if he deserves a punch in the nose, you are not in the position to do it.” The teacher said, understanding. “Nobody does anything… How can I defend myself if I can’t do anything and nobody cares?” the teen asked, his burning face looking the floor. “You really think nobody cares?” Léopold asked, with a little laugh. “What do you think I’m doing then? I’m getting in trouble with the principal for you, kid. I compromise my career because I believe you deserve to be heard. Do you even realize how hard I try for you?” he continued, his voice raising. “Why do you do it if it’s that hard?” the teen replied, insolent. “Here we are, you put your little brat mask again. But, you’re not lucky with me, it doesn’t work. You cry for help, kid, and I see it. So stop this little game with me or I will get really mad. And believe me, you don’t want to.” Léopold threatened, “If you want to know, I care for you because I think you deserve it. You are a child, and you should know the comfort of living as one. Now you have the choice, boy.” He continued, softly. “What choice?” asked Alexander, lost. “You can go back to the orphanage, uneducated but as the proud little brat you play. Or you can come home with me as the kid you should be, but you will have to let your little mask away. That is your choice, Alexander.” The teacher said, preoccupied by Alexander’s nervous hands. “I don’t know. Can I… Can I get out, sir?” the teen asked, desperate to pee. He was in such a bad situation right now. Facing the man he admired the most, he couldn’t admit the horrible state he was in. He couldn’t tell him that he was so close to having an accident in his pants. His bladder was so heavy that any movement made him feel on the urge to explode. His legs crossed under the table, he couldn’t hold back his hands from his crotch. He had to grip his penis, harder and harder, otherwise he would let some drops of pee fall in the back of his briefs. He didn’t know how much time he could wait… He couldn’t even concentrate on what his teacher was saying. He was obsessed by his desperation. “Are you kidding me, Alexander?” asked his teacher, incredulously, “Do you realize how bad this situation is? You want to get out and play with your friends like nothing happened, is that it?” he screamed, furious, “It’s too late, kid! Now, you are going to take your responsibility! You are going to listen to me, and take your decision. It’s a life decision you’re taking, realize it!” he continued, harder. Alexander felt his heart beat faster. His teacher didn’t know how much the teen was intimidated by him. The kid knew exactly how bad the situation was. Perhaps as bad as his desperation was… “I’m sorry, sir. That’s not what I meant.” He said, shaking. “Then focus, kid. Bryant is waiting for you to be out of here, and if you want to change that, you will have to put some effort too. You won’t get out of this office until we talked about all this, is that clear?” Léopold said, serious. “Yes, sir…” he replied, slumping on his chair, trying to hide his nervous legs. “And sit up straight, for god’s sake!” his teacher screamed. As Alexander stood up straight on the chair, he gave up his penis, now in his teacher’s sight. But the second he did, he felt a drop leave his penis and flow at the end of his grey briefs. He crossed his legs even closer, hoping his teacher didn’t notice anything. “Now, do you understand that if you come with me, you will legally be my child?” his teacher asked, serious. “You would be my… dad?” Alexander asked, blushing with hope. “Exactly. What you really have to understand is that I will have every right on you, Alexander. And that mean that these kind of stupid acts will be forbidden and severely punished with me. If you decide the adoption, it will be hard to adjust. Of course, I’m severe, you already know me. But I also want to give you a chance to be happy.” His teacher said, strict. “Oh, no…” the teen moaned, blushing. He suddenly felt a small spurt of pee running on his penis and wetting his briefs. He just couldn’t hold it. He was so desperate to pee now. He had to go! Fortunately, his pants didn’t show anything. He could feel his briefs wet, but his pants were dry. “Are you okay, Alexander? I know, it’s hard to decide. You don’t know how it is to live with me, and I am very strict. But, you have to understand that I want the best for you. I’m not here to make you suffer. I only want to let you be a kid.” “No, I know. It’s not…” he moaned again. He was now doing a pee dance on his chair. He just couldn’t stay still. He felt he was going to let go any second now. “You don’t have to justify, Alexander. It’s completely normal to be afraid. Now, I think it would be good for you to know what will happen in both cases. Maybe, it will help you relax. You shouldn’t be so nervous, kid. I promise, I just want the best for you.” He said, worrying about the teen’s behaviour. The kid looked so frightened. “Sir…” said Alexander, a tear rolling on his burning cheek. He felt another spurt leave his bladder. A long one this time. He felt his pee rolling along his panty, wetting his bum. In a moan, he put his hand back on his crotch. He was going to have an accident in his pants… His pants didn’t show in the front, but he already knew that on the bottom there was a very noticeable patch of pee. Feeling another spurt of hot pee rolling in his briefs and dripping on the chair, Alexander beat his lower lip, trying desperately to hold his pee back. He felt all wet in his pants. He didn’t know how he would be able to hold any longer now. Another moan left his mouth. He was holding his crotch even harder, not even willing to hide himself from his teacher. It was too late for that. Now he just wanted to escape the inevitable accident in front of him… He took a shameful look at his teacher, scared of his reaction. Another tear rolled, as another small spurt of pee left his penis. “What’s wrong, Alexander?” asked Léopold, disconcerted by the sudden fragility of the boy. “Oh no… Pee…” the teen moaned softly, feeling another small spurt wetting his pants. “Do you need to pee, my boy?” asked gently his teacher, hearing Alexander’s complain. Finally raising his burning head, the kid looked at his teacher with pain. “Yes… I need to pee so bad…” he admitted, ashamed. “Oh boy, why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, confuse. “Ah… I’m gonna pee myself, sir!” Alexander complained, legs shaking badly. Léopold rose up from his chair and went to his student in quick steps. “Let’s get you to the bathroom before you have an accident in your pants.” He said with authority. He didn’t want to move. He knew his teacher would see his soaked pants… His teacher would see that the school’s bad boy just couldn’t hold his pee. How would Mr Blanchot still want to adopt him after that? He was so mad at himself. He wanted to hide, disappear from this office. He couldn’t face the disgust in his teacher’s look. “Come on, kid. You don’t want to pee in your pants, do you?” his teacher asked, softly. The teen couldn’t hide anymore… He had to show his humiliating accident to his favourite teacher. He tried to think of an issue, but there was none. He had to face his shame. As Alexander got up, he felt another long spurt leaving his full bladder, dripping in his pants. Moaning, he felt another tear roll. He was so ashamed. He was having an accident in front of his French teacher… He couldn’t hold a small sob leaving his throat. Léopold couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The boy had already peed his pants. He was in such a shock that he couldn’t hold his surprise. “Your pants are completely wet! Did you already pee your pants, kid?” he asked, confused. “I’m sorry… I couldn’t hold it…” the teen answered, in a long sob. “Come on, then.” Léopold said, in a hurry. He took firmly the shaking boy by the arm and almost ran through the corridor, willing to prevent a bigger accident. Alexander was holding his penis with pain. He was losing some drops of pee every foot he was walking. Finally arrived to the toilets, Alexander was happy that everybody was in class. His teacher opened a door, still holding his arm. Pushing him softly into the toilet stall, he left him alone and closed the door. “I’m waiting for you outside.” His teacher said, strictly. Alexander was not even able to let go his hands from his crotch. He felt that if he let his hands go, he wouldn’t be able to hold it. Another spurt came out, dripping along his legs, wetting his socks. In a moan, he swore. He was such a kid. How come he couldn’t hold it at his age? The pressure was so hard… His bladder was hurting badly now. He had to stop dancing like a child and open his trousers. He had to regain control on his body. He was not going to pee his pants! He was not a child! As he let go his crotch, he felt another long spurt go and wet all the front of his clear blue jeans. He tried to open the first button with great difficulty, but when he finally managed to do it, it was too late. The teenager felt a succession of long spurts of pee wetting his whole pants, with noise. A puddle of pee was growing at his feet. Even when he tried to grasp his penis again, the flow didn’t stop. He had lost total control of his bladder. His pants were darkened by pee, and he couldn’t hide from anyone that he just had an accident. Mostly, he couldn’t hide it from himself. Alexander suddenly felt so mad at himself. He couldn’t believe he had an accident just at that time. Just when his dream was becoming true. Now nobody, and mostly not Mr Blanchot, would be willing to be his dad. His tears were burning his already red cheeks. He was so angry that he didn’t even realize that he was punching the wall with violence. “Fuck… Fuck… FUCK!” he yelled, blinded by the anger. He didn’t even hear his teacher coming back to the bathroom. Nor even did he heard him open the door of the cabin. Nor even did he saw his teacher looking at him with worry, sincere worry. When he saw the boy, soaked, in his own puddle of pee, Léopold felt very sad for him at first. Then he realized what the boy was doing to himself… Punching the wall in front of him, the boy was grazing his fists with pure anger. When he heard the boy scream from the corridor, he knew that he didn’t make it. But never would he have thought that Alexander would react with such violence against himself. Léopold entered the cabin, and firmly catch the boy’s arms. “Stop it, Alexander.” He said softly. “Let go of me!” the teen screamed, trying to evade his teacher’s grip. “I won’t.” the man replied. “Stop it! Don’t look at me!” the boy cried. “I am looking at you, kid. And I won’t stop. Now, calm down.” Léopold said gently. “Please. Let me go.” Begged Alexander, sobbing. The French teacher released the boy’s hands, just to lure him to his own chest. The man’s arms were embracing the boy with tenderness. “Please, let me go.” Repeated the boy, punching his teacher’s chest. “I won’t let you go.” Replied Léopold. Soon the punches were replaced by long and uncontrollable sobs. Alexander couldn’t stop crying. These arms were all he needed. Since always. He relaxed so much that he didn’t even realize his own arms grasping his teacher’s sweater. He needed someone to save him for so long now. “It’s over now, kid. I won’t let you go.” Léopold said, softly. He felt he couldn’t let the kid go. For the boy. But also for him. Léopold already knew at that moment that he couldn’t let Alexander go, whatever decision he would take. “I’m sorry…” cried Alexander. “It’s okay, my boy. You just had an accident; it happens. Now it’s over.” “I didn’t want to pee my pants. I tried, I swear…” the teen said, in a sob. “I know, kid. Next time, just ask me for the loo before you go in your panties. It’s always better to pee in the toilet instead of your pants, isn’t it?” Leopold said, gently. “I’m sorry. I thought I could hold it.” Alexander murmured, grasping even harder his teacher’s back. “Stop apologising, Alexander. It’s over now. I’m sure we will find dry pants at the infirmary, then we’ll continue our conversation before you take your final decision.” Reassured the man. Ruffling the boy’s curled hair, the teacher could feel Alexander calming down. The sobs were more and more distant. But the boy’s head was more and more sunk into his chest. “I don’t need to discuss more… Please be my dad.” The teen said nervously. Léopold’s ruffle suddenly stopped. He just couldn’t believe Alexander’s words. He was going to be a dad. His dad. “Don’t think that we are done talking just because you took your decision, my boy.” The teacher said. But the authority wasn’t even here. He was too happy at that moment to play the teacher. Now, he was already a dad. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER 3 (Here it is, finally! (:) After a moment, Leopold and Alexander broke the embrace, not without a little regret. The boy was looking at his shoes, trying to hide his red and wet face. He was ashamed of his lack of control. He didn’t manage to hold neither his pee nor his tears from getting out… Léopold himself had almost forgot about the accident for a moment. The boy’s wet pants made him realized how embarrassed his student should feel. “Come on, boy. Let’s go to the infirmary, I’m sure we can find some trousers for you.” The teacher said while putting an arm around the boy’s shoulders. They cross the empty hallway and tumbled down the stairs to the infirmary. Alexander was hiding himself against his teacher in fear to meet a student. He couldn’t bare the idea of someone spreading all around the school that he peed his pants. Everybody would see that he was not the rebel he claimed to be. Hopefully, nobody came across. As they entered the room, Leopold almost smiled thinking that it would be the first time the nurse would see Alexander coming in here because of a pee accident and not because of his usual wounds of fights. But as soon as the nurse saw Alexander’s state, she immediately crossed over her desk and took the boy to the other room in an accustomed and indifferent attitude. Leopold was surprised by her professional behaviour, she reacted as she was confronted to that kind of incidents every day. After his first surprise, Leopold was thankful that she didn’t make any difference between students. He waited a few minutes alone before the nurse came back with Alexander in a pair of clean jeans. Before she came behind her desk again, she said gently to the boy: “I’ll see you again soon, Alexander”. “Thank you, Laura” said Leopold before taking the boy out. He kept wondering why she was that kind to Alexander when she had to take care of his anger issues and several injuries almost every week. But he thought it was not the time for questions, and brought the boy back to his office. While he was about to go back to his seat, Alexander suddenly stopped his movement. He had forgot about the little puddle of pee stagnating on the chair. His teacher reacted immediately and brought out a rag out a cupboard and hurried to wipe the rests of the accident. “I’m so sorry…” murmured the boy, shamefully. “Don’t worry about it anymore, boy. As I already told you, accidents happen.” Leopold replied softly, “Now sit, please. We still have some things to figure out and we don’t have much time.” He continued, looking at his watch. Leopold served himself and Alexander a glass of water before seating back to his own chair. He gave the boy a serious gaze. “As you know already, you have to give the headmaster your final answer by 5. So, I repeat the question: Are you sure you want me to be your guardian ?” the teacher asked, seriously. “Yes, I’m sure. Are you?” said the teen, looking back into his teacher’s eyes. “I am sure.” He answered with a smile. “You will come into my house tomorrow, after the end of class. Tonight you will have to get all your stuff ready to move out. Is that okay with you so far?” he asked. “Yes.” Alexander said. “Good. We don’t have much time to talk about the rules and the rights while you will be under my full authority. But, there is one thing to know already: the absolute rule is when I say no, it is NO. Don’t even try to exceed or break this rule or you will be severely punished. Is that clear?” Asked the teacher with a threatening voice. “Yes, it is clear.” Answered softly Alexander, with a point of fear in his voice. “Good. Tomorrow we will have more time to discuss, I promise. However, if you already worry about the possible dissension between us living together – maybe you will prefer the orphanage after facing my severity –, you will have one month try before deciding if you want to stay or not. Nevertheless, during this month you will be under my guard, fully and completely. Understood?” asked Leopold “Yes, sir.” Answered Alexander. “Alright, then. If you think about any question at all, or any request, write them down tonight and we will discuss it tomorrow night, at home.” The teacher said, more kindly. As Alexander heard his teacher saying “home” he felt a sudden heat in his stomach. He would discover a home, a real home. He could feel the corners of his mouth raising slowly on the cheeks. Leopold felt a real joy noticing the boy’s smile. He realised that he wanted to see it every day. He let Alexander lost himself in his thoughts for a few seconds, but he had to break the sudden joy... They went to the headmaster’s office to officialise their arrangement. Alexander’s tutor was there too. He seemed happy to know that the boy was going to know an other home than the orphanage. And he was also happy for himself… He wouldn’t have to be ruled by Alexander’s terrible temperament any longer. He promised to be at Leopold’s house tomorrow night with the adoption’s contract. Alexander was going to stay in school until his disciplinary audience, planed for a couple of weeks from today. It was around six o’clock when Leopold and Alexander left the office. They looked at each other with an intrigued gaze. They were both different from now on. Alexander was not just a student anymore. Leopold was not just a teacher anymore. “I’ll see you tomorrow, boy. Have a good night.” Said Leopold with a little embarrassment. “Yeah… Good night, professor.” Said Alexander, even more embarrassed. As Alexander went back to his room, he couldn’t realize this was his last night here. He suddenly felt emotional. He dreamt so many times to get out of here. And now it was finally his last night… He couldn’t fall asleep this night. He had too much in his mind. His head was full of questions. How was it going to be? Would his teacher be happy with him? And would he be happy with his teacher? The day after, Alexander was very tired. He didn’t sleep much and couldn’t focus on his classes. He couldn’t wait to discover his new home. But in the same time, he was feeling frightened. And all the questions his comrades asked him all day about the accident with Mr. Bryant the day before were beginning to try his patience… During French class, he couldn’t look at his teacher. He was petrified by Mr. Blanchot’s gaze. He could feel his heart beat strong, and his face was constantly blushing. His best friends looked at him with curiosity. Alexander never showed any trouble before, he was usually so proud and strong. And when his best friend Ben asked him what was going on, Alex refused to answer. At the end of classes, the boy didn’t even say goodbye and rushed out of class in silence, despite his friends calling after him. He didn’t know where to wait for his teacher and decided to go to his office. It took him a few seconds before knocking on the door. Mr. Blanchot opened to him with a smile. “Are you ready to go? Shall we get your stuff and go home?” the teacher asked. “Yes, let’s go.” Answered Alexander, timidly. Léopold was surprised by the small amount of luggage the boy had. Alexander clearly had nothing. The teacher took the small suitcase in his hand and they went to the parking. The drive home was almost silent. Alexander answered his teacher’s questions only by a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’. He felt completely shut off. Mr. Blanchot lived in a quiet area, not far from the centre of the town. He parked in front of a lovely little house. It looked like a little cottage. Alexander could feel warmer just by looking at its façade. It was hard for him to believe that it was going to become his home. Léopold got out of the car and invited the boy, who seemed statued on his seat. “Come on, it’s cold outside.” The teacher said gently. The boy followed the man, mechanically. He couldn’t believe it was really happening. His teacher showed him the entire house, ending the tour by the boy’s room. If the house looked already warm and cosy, it was his bedroom that impressed Alexander the most. It was a simple room with a large bed, a spacious desk and many bookshelves. In the middle of the room was a big red carpet that seemed so mellow and comfortable. There was a window overlooking a small flowery garden. “Here is your room. There is not much in it, but we have plenty of time to decorate it to your taste.” The teacher said. “Do you like it?” he asked, a bit anxious. “It’s amazing…” said the boy, stunned. “I… I never thought I would ever have a real room like that. Thank you, sir.” He continued, suddenly feeling emotional. “I’m happy you like it. You should unpack your bag and make yourself at home. I’m going to prepare us a snack. And, by the way… Try not to call me sir in here. I’m not your teacher in this house. You can call me Léopold, or Leo if you like.” His teacher said while leaving the room. The boy took some time to look all around, looking in every corners. The room was so warm, so welcoming. He finally unpacked his clothes to put them in the commode. He hesitated for a moment. He had to find his teacher downstairs, in the kitchen. He was not feeling at ease to go through a house that was not his, not yet. But he seemed to be the only one to feel troubled because Léopold welcomed his student with a large smile. He was setting the table. “Come and sit. Do you like pancakes?” Léopold asked. “Yes, I love it.” The boy answered, feeling suddenly calmer. Léopold joined Alexander and they start to eat. First, they were silent, but it didn’t last long. “Why did you punch Mr. Bryant yesterday?” the teacher asked suddenly. “He said horrible things to me, I just couldn’t let him insult me that way. I don’t regret it if that’s what you’re wondering.” The boy replied, harshly. “I won’t talk about this incident in the future, because I think we need to start fresh. But, you need to understand that this kind of behaviour is unacceptable. If that happens again, you will regret it this time, trust me. » he said, severely. “Yes, sir.” They were interrupted by someone knocking on the door. The orphanage tutor was coming to make them sign the adoption’s contract. Léopold didn’t hesitate a second and signed the papers quickly. But Alexander felt his hands shaking while taking the pen. He soon felt a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay to be afraid.” His teacher said, reassuring. The boy suddenly calmed down. He could feel that everything was going to be okay from now on. As soon as the kid’s tutor went away, Léopold put the boy to work. The teacher himself sat down back at the table and opened his laptop to work on his own homework. It was weird for Alexander to be working with his teacher by his side. It was comfortable. Leopold looked over the boy’s shoulder from time to time, he was checking that Alexander was doing his work. When the boy finished his exercises, the teacher asked him to hand over his work. “I don’t need you to check my homework, sir. I’m 14 years’ old you know.” The boy said. “4 or 14 years’ old, I check your homework. It’s not about your age, Alexander. You are under my responsibility, and as so, I will overlook your homework. End of discussion.” The teacher replied. Alexander handed over his exercise books and his homework notebook, not without a certain anxiety. He was a brilliant student, but completely disorganized. The adult went rapidly through the books and closed them. “It’s okay for tonight, it’s late. But I notice that you could improve in maths and history. On the other hand, in English and in French it’s good. We’ll talk about the state of your books another time.” He said, giving the books back to Alexander. He noticed the boy’s hands shaking a little bit. Léopold immediately put a warm hand on his student arm. “Put your books away, and come sit a second.” The teacher demanded softly. “It’s all right, boy. You don’t have to fear anything. » he continued as the boy sat in front of him. “I’m sorry… I’m not used to… all that…” the boy replied, confused. “I know. It will take some time, but I know it’s all going to be fine.” Said the man. “Yeah.” replied Alexander, standing up hastily. He was not used to the constant support his teacher was giving him. The boy suddenly wanted to crawl under the sofa, where no one could notice him. “Can I go to my room?” he asked, wanted to hide. “Sure, go ahead. I will prepare dinner and I’ll call you when it’s ready.” The man answered. They ate silently. The boy was shutting himself again. He needed time to feel legitimate to be here. He was so used to being alone. How could it be right to be here? His teacher must have understood what was going into the boy’s mind because he didn’t break the silence. When they both finished their plate, the adult started to clear the table, and noticed that the boy didn’t dare to move. “Go and brush your teeth and put your pyjamas on. You are allowed to read until 10 p.m., then sleep.” Alexander wanted to protest, but he didn’t dare to do so. He never went to sleep that early! It was 8 o’clock and he was going to sleep… What a change! As the boy was reading one of his favourite book, Harry Potter, he heard someone knocking softly on his door. “Yes?” he invited despite his feeling of embarrassment. “It’s 10 p.m., Alexander. It’s time to go to sleep.” The adult said softly while coming up to the bed. The boy didn’t understand why his teacher was coming up to him before Léopold sat on his bed, before he tucked him up and put a hand on his shoulder. “Good night, dear boy.” Léopold said. “Good night.” The teen replied, bushing. When the teacher left the room, Alexander suddenly felt terribly embarrassed, and in the same time, he felt a bit sad that his teacher already left. ‘Dear boy”! Nobody has ever called him that. Never. Weirdly, it was so soft to hear. The boy finally fell asleep half an hour later. This day had been emotionally rich, and he felt quite happy to be put in bed this early. The morning after, Alexander was not woken up by an horrible ringtone but by his teacher. The boy didn’t hear him coming into the room, but he could hear Léopold whispering softly to his hear: “It’s time to wake up, my boy”. After a few minutes, Alexander opened his eyes and finally realized that he was in his teacher’s house. His teacher looked at him with gentleness. But not only. There was some kind of worry in his gaze. At that moment, Alexander realized that his pyjamas were soaking wet. How did it happen? He couldn’t have wet the bed! He suddenly felt his cheeks burning with shame. His eyes began to get wet as well. “I… I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened.” The boy said with tears. “You wet your bed. But it’s all right, it happens. You want to tell me why it happened?” asked his teacher softly. “…” “You couldn’t remember where the toilets are? Or maybe you were afraid to go there alone in the dark?” Léopold asked. “No! I don’t know… I didn’t feel anything. It was an accident, sir. I didn’t mean to do it.” Said the boy in a sob. “All right, all right, my boy. It’s okay. It can happen to anyone to have a little accident, there’s no need to cry. » his teacher replied, gently. Léopold wiped the boy’s tears with his hands in the biggest sweetness. But the boy moved back, suspicious. He was definitely not used to his teacher’s tenderness. “I’ll let you get up and clean yourself. Leave the bed that way, I’ll take care of it. Breakfast is ready downstairs.” Said the teacher, getting up and leaving the room. “Thank you… Léopold.” The boy replied. The adult turned back at him and smiled. At that time, the boy knew he had taken the good decision. He knew Mr. Blanchot was the one. He was only worrying that Léopold would change his mind… Maybe his teacher was having doubts now. If Mr. Blanchot accepted to be his ‘dad’, it certainly was because Alexander was not a child anymore and that he wouldn’t have to deal with childish things. But now? Would the bedwetting made him change his mind? Alexander was blaming himself for wetting the bed… Why did he peed himself? He thought he needed to apologize, to move out the sheets quickly. He wanted to deal with it as if he was still alone. He couldn’t bare the idea of disappointing Mr. Blanchot. He couldn’t bear the idea of being a burden. He quickly stood up, disgusted by the pee all over his bottom. He took his wet sheets, lifted the bed and turned it back. He opened the window to air the room and ran to the bathroom to take a shower. He took more time to wash his sheets and pyjamas than himself… As he was wringing the sheets, he heard his teacher calling him. “Alexander! Come eat your breakfast, we’re going to be late for school!” “I’m coming!” answered the teen. The boy got out of the bathroom after checking that everything was in its place. He quickly went to his room to hang out the sheets on the window before coming to the kitchen. He discovered a table full of different things: cereals, fresh bread, pancakes, and different sorts of jam. “Sit down. What would you like to eat?” asked the teacher. “Er… I usually don’t eat in the morning.” The teen answered. « Well, kid, I’m warning you, breakfast is sacred in this house and therefore mandatory.” Replied the adult, threatening. “All right… I’ll take a pancake then.” Said Alexander while grabbing a pancake and spread some strawberry jam over it. Léopold pour some orange juice in two glasses and hand one to the boy before sitting in front of him and buttered some slices of fresh bread. He then dipped his bread into a mug of smoking coffee. “You really are French!” said Alexander, looking at his teacher’s breakfast. “Haha! Yes, I am!” Léopold replied in a smile. “When you’ll eat my aunt’s pain perdu, you will understand why.” he continued. “You’re thinking of taking me to France one day?” the teen asked, already excited. ‘It will be your gift for your trial period. If you decide to stay here, of course.” The adult replied while filling the boy’s glass with orange juice. “Stop making me drink or I’ll explode!” the teen said, already regretting his words. He had almost forgotten last night’s accident. He suddenly felt his cheeks turning red. Léopold must have noticed it because he smiled gently. “I’m going to change your sheets before we go. Finish your breakfast.” Said Léopold while standing up. “There’s no need to… I washed my sheets under the shower and hanged them out on the window.” The teen answered in a rustle while lowering his head. “Pardon me?” asked his teacher, confused. “I… I didn’t want to make you did it. So, I did it. » Léopold sat next to him and looked at the boy insistently. “We have a washing machine, you know. I showed you the laundry yesterday night.” The teacher said with incomprehension. « I… I forgot. » the boy said, lying. “Ah. You forgot.” Said Léopold, laconically. Suddenly, Alexander saw his teacher standing up and come crouching very next to him. He could feel the man taking softly his chin in his hand. The boy couldn’t look at him. His heart was beating too hard. He felt afraid of his teacher’s gaze. He was not ready for all that. But it seemed that Mr. Blanchot was going to oblige him… The boy didn’t even try to get out of his teacher’s grip, he knew he would lose anyway. He was feeling like a marionette. “Look at me, boy.” Léopold ordered. The second Alexander looked at the man, he couldn’t help but avoid the gaze. He was not feeling capable to sustain that gaze. He was trying, but it was like his pupils were burning at the contact of his teacher’s eyes. He felt like crying now. « Didn’t I tell you to leave your bed as it was this morning?” Léopold asked softly. The boy shrugged his shoulders, shaking. « This is not your role to deal with this things, Alexander. You are the kid and I am the adult. You have to understand that you are not lonely anymore. Do you understand?” he continued. Alexander couldn’t answered. He didn’t know what to reply. “It’s not by hiding your wet sheets that you will manage to hide the very fact that you are a child, my boy.” The man pursued. That was it; Alexander could feel a tear rolling on his cheek. “I am here to take care of you. I’m here to worry, to comfort you, to take you in my arms when you have an accident, to give you a spank when you do stupid things. I am here.” Léopold said while drying Alexander’s second tear. « I… I just wanted it to be over… I wanted to forget… » the boy said with a lump in his throat. The teen could feel he was losing control, again. He started to cry like a child. As Léopold softly ordered Alexander to come into his arms, the boy felt diving into them. ‘I’m crying on my teacher’s shoulder because I peed my bed. What a regression…’ thought the boy. He wanted to break the embrace. He wanted to say no! But he felt completely incapable of doing so. He was losing himself in his new dad’s arms. Alexander could feel his teacher’s arms holding him tight, one hand softly caressing his back. He could hear Mr. Blanchot rasping voice repeating “I am here, boy. Calm down”. After a few minutes, Alexander’s sobs calmed down. Little by little, Léopold released the boy from his embrace. “I’m sorry.” Finally said the teen. “What are you sorry for, my boy?” the man asked gently. “For crying. And… to have wet the bed…” the boy answered, shamefully. “You don’t have to apologize. You have the right to cry, my boy. And about the bedwetting, you must not feel guilty. As I already said to you, accidents happen. It is not your fault. Understood?” the man said, serious. The boy nodded while sniffling. He felt like crap. He was not as strong as he thought he was. But he also realized that being incapable when someone gives you a hand was sometimes comforting….
  12. male

    “Manny, Manny, get up! Sheila made pancakes!” Manny bit back a groan as his 6-year-old sister’s voice pulled him out of unsettled sleep. Groggy, he pushed the corners of his mouth upward. “OK, Livvy,” he croaked. “I’ll be out in a minute.” Olivia beamed and dashed back to the kitchen, satisfied in the way that only an adoring little sister could be with her 16-year-old brother’s sleepy response. With Olivia gone, Manny let out an exhausted growl. He reached for his phone: 7:46 AM. His alarm had been set for 8, which meant that Liv had effectively robbed him of 14 whole minutes of much-needed sleep. But staying with his sister mattered more than sleep… Dragging his feet slightly, Manny threw on some jeans and a t-shirt and shuffled out of his room. In the kitchen, Olivia was already stuffing a forkful of pancakes into her mouth. A curly-haired woman was in the process of setting another plateful at the table. She glanced up at Manny with a hesitant, unsure smile. Sheila Temple was a 35-year-old college professor. She was single and lived in a moderately-sized apartment. She loved her job. Though she liked kids, she’d never had a strong desire to marry or have children of her own. And, as of one week ago, she was the temporary caregiver of Manny and Olivia. Sheila’s sister, Sam, was a typically overburdened social worker. The city had too many children in need and too few foster and adoptive families. Sam had been assigned to Manny and Olivia’s case when a waitress had found them digging through a restaurant dumpster. The responding authorities, understandably, wouldn’t leave Olivia without shelter, and Manny, also understandably, wouldn’t leave his sister. No foster families had immediate space for two minors, and the nearby children’s homes weren’t set up to keep siblings with such a wide age discrepancy. “Please, Sheila,” Sam had begged on the phone. “Just for a little bit, while we find a more permanent place for them, track down extended family. You have a spare room, and you’re a professor of child development, for God’s sake!” Sheila hadn’t acquiesced easily. Yes, she had a PhD in child development, but she’d never been fully responsible for children on a day-to-day basis, much less children who (as she learned) had been chased out of their house by their drug-addicted father’s steak-knife-wielding girlfriend. Sheila was definitely not equipped to support that kind of traumatic experience. And yet here she was, setting a plate of pancakes on the kitchen table for a 16-year-old boy who had barely spoken to her for a week, but who clearly adored and would do anything for the 6-year-old girl sitting across from him. Olivia, at least, seemed to settle fairly well. Manny had obviously done a lot of work to make her feel safe, no matter where they were, so the little girl had taken him at his word when he promised that Sheila was nice and would take care of them. Sheila sighed quietly. Kids were easy, she thought. Teenagers were hard. Not that Manny was difficult, per se; Sheila just wasn’t sure how to interact with the young man. Today, however, that was on the agenda. It was Saturday, and Olivia was going to a Daisy Scout field trip for most of the day, so it would just be Manny and Sheila in the apartment. Manny had the barest of smiles on his face as he listened to his sister’s excited chatter, and Sheila couldn’t help but notice how wan he looked. Was he getting sick? The thought was interrupted by the buzz of the outer door chime. The local scout mother had arrived to pick up Liv. The girl squealed with excitement, wrapped her arms around Manny for a quick hug, then grabbed her jacket and followed Sheila outside. With his sister gone for the day and Sheila gone for a minute, Manny whined softly and rested his forehead in his hands. He was so tired. SO tired. Manny’s alarm hadn’t just been set for 8 o’clock. It had been set for 7, and 6, and every hour on the hour before that, just like he’d done all week. He couldn’t afford to let himself sleep, not in this nice place that was keeping his sister safe. If he slept, he’d wet the bed. Manny didn’t have a long history of bedwetting, but since everything that had happened over the past year with his father’s behavior and the new girlfriend and trying to keep Livvy safe, the stress had manifested into near-nightly issues. It was a big part of what had angered his dad’s girlfriend so much. He and Liv had only spent a couple of nights on the street before they’d been found, and he’d been so scared that he hadn’t slept those nights, anyway. Now, at Sheila’s, he wasn’t staying awake to protect his sister. Not directly, anyway. He was waking himself up every hour to go to the bathroom. He couldn’t wet the bed. 16-year-olds don’t wet the bed, and grown-ups who didn’t even want kids in the first place wouldn’t let bed-wetting 16-year-olds stick around, and that meant either being sent somewhere else – somewhere potentially less safe for Liv – or being separated from his sister entirely. Not an option. So Manny had diligently limited his liquid intake in the evenings and set his alarm for hourly intervals during the night. His system was working, and he hadn’t so much as leaked in bed. But interrupted sleep wasn’t good sleep, and now, Manny was beyond the point of exhaustion. He was so tired, he physically ached. It hurt to keep his eyes open, and he struggled to focus. As much as he hated being away from Liv, he was grateful for the possibility of a relatively quiet day. Maybe just the chance to be quiet and relax would help him feel more rested. Sighing, Manny poured himself a third glass of orange juice from the carafe on the table. Since he stopped drinking long before he went to bed, he’d been waking up very thirsty, and besides, he thought that being full of liquid helped him stay awake during the day. With Olivia safely deposited in the scout mother’s car, Sheila returned to the apartment. She furrowed her brow seeing Manny slumped at the table. “Hey, Manny?” she called gently as she started to clear the table from breakfast. “Are you feeling OK?” “Yes, ma’am,” Manny answered, but his voice was low and scratchy. Sheila looked skeptical, but she didn’t feel like she was in a position to question the boy. She knew she wasn’t a “real mom” or even a foster parent, and anyway, Manny acted a lot older than his 16 years most of the time. He had to, Sheila supposed. Still, she thought she’d at least let Manny know that she didn’t expect anything of him. “Are you sure?” she pressed hesitantly. “You don’t have anything to do today, you know. Why don’t you go back to bed and get some rest?” Manny shuddered at this suggestion and sat up straighter, trying to falsely convey that he wasn’t actually tired. “No, I’m fine,” he insisted. “I thought I’d catch up on some homework.” Unconvinced by the teen’s claim, Sheila nodded nevertheless. “OK. I’ll just be grading papers on the couch if you need me.” She wanted to do more for Manny, she really did. Sheila just had no idea what he wanted or needed, besides the obvious desire to protect his little sister. She did notice that he seemed to like the orange juice, so she refilled the carafe and set it on the table in front of him before going into the living room. Manny collected his schoolwork from the kitchen counter. He valued his education, so he didn’t want the changes of the past few weeks to affect his grades. He had a few chapters to read for his English class and a problem set for algebra to work on, so he settled in at the table got to work. Or tried to get to work. Manny liked English and didn’t automatically dismiss classic novels as “boring,” but the environmental descriptions in Wuthering Heights were difficult to follow in his current, sleep-deprived state. After a half hour of barely making any progress, Manny shook his head in frustration and decided to switch to math. As he closed the novel, he noticed that his bladder was filling. He glanced at his orange juice glass, empty again after his fourth serving. Manny checked his phone; it was just past 9 AM. He decided to work on a few math problems before taking a break. Between the switch in subjects and the mild signals from his bladder, he was feeling more awake, anyway. Manny finished the first two problems in reasonable time and felt a bit better about himself. See? He was fine. He could handle taking care of his sister while still keeping up in school. And keeping the sheets dry in a stranger’s home. It was now almost 9:30, and the third problem was quite a bit more complex. Manny’s attention drifted a bit as he got stuck on a tricky step. Catching himself, he shook his head emphatically, trying to shake off the demanding claws of sleep. He stared again at his worksheet, but the numbers blurred in front of him… …he was breathing easy. It was quiet, the kind of peaceful quiet that wasn’t broken by sirens or the groans of junkies. The colors were soft, and the air didn’t stink of mold and marijuana. It was warm. He was warm. His lap was warm… …it was the localized warmth that jerked Manny out of his unintentional doze. To his utmost horror, he had started to pee; warm liquid was trickling into his lap. Manny couldn’t hold back a strangled cry. He frantically clutched his dick and leapt up from the table. The noise startled Sheila from her grading in the living room. She looked up in time to see Manny hurrying from the kitchen, hand between his legs. She frowned, but didn’t immediately get up, assuming that Manny had just gotten too caught up in his work and hadn’t realized he had to go. In the hallway, Manny stumbled around a corner, bumping into the wall. He was trying to keep his hand gripped in his crotch, but he was still peeing, the wetness creeping down his leg. He lurched through the door of the bedroom, aiming for the bathroom, but his legs weren’t responding like he wanted them to. He felt like he was in a nightmare, the kind where you want to run, but your legs feel like lead. He was just feet from the toilet, but Manny’s exhausted mind and body were no longer working properly. He jerked his torso forward, but his legs seemed rooted to the spot. He could see the bathroom, but he was going on the bedroom floor, hot urine spilling past his ineffective grip. Head spinning, Manny started to cry. He couldn’t process what had just happened – what was still happening. He was still exhausted beyond comprehension. He hadn’t had the energy to get to the toilet, and he certainly didn’t have the mental capacity left to regulate his emotions in the face of such a failure. Back in the living room, Sheila was listening carefully. She was sure Manny had been running to the bathroom, but she hadn’t heard the door shut or the toilet flush. She stood hesitantly. Manny had looked ill; she hoped he hadn’t fallen or passed out. Torn between wanting to give the teen his privacy and her own concern, Sheila ultimately decided to get up and check on him. She still didn’t hear any obvious sounds coming from the bedroom, but as she rounded the corner, she saw Manny standing with his back to the bedroom door. He wasn’t making any noise, but he seemed to be shaking. Confused, Sheila crept closer. “Manny?” The teen inhaled shakily, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge her presence. Slowly, Sheila walked around in front of him. Her eyes widened. A huge, dark stain spread down the front of Manny’s jeans, and he stood in a small puddle that was soaking into the carpet. He look simultaneously blank and terrified, and his eyes were oddly unfocused. “Oh, honey,” Sheila breathed. It was the first time she’d ever used an endearment for him. “Did you have an accident?” Manny heard, but couldn’t answer. His vision swam, and he swayed on the spot. “Ooooh-kay,” Sheila reached toward him, grabbing his elbow. “Manny?” she tried to get his attention. “Let’s get you cleaned up, honey. It’s OK.” Keeping one hand on his back, Sheila guided Manny into the bathroom. Still unsteady, Manny made no move to start cleaning himself. “Manny?” Sheila repeated. She was starting to worry. “Manny, do you need my help?” Manny’s head jerked back as the implications of Sheila’s words were finally enough to catch his focus. “Nnn…” his throat hurt from tears and weariness, and words wouldn’t come right away. “N-no,” he finally stammered. “I can…” Sheila was more convinced than ever that Manny was sick. She’s make sure he got some rest as soon as he got changed. “OK, honey. I’ll grab you some dry clothes.” Manny braced himself against the sink while Sheila went to the dresser. His head hurt, and his mind was still dragging him forcefully into unconsciousness, but he couldn’t sleep. He had to clean up and clean the carpet, and even if he did allow himself to sleep, he had to make sure he peed first and then set his alarm so he didn’t sleep too long… Sheila was handing him sweatpants and underwear. Manny mumbled his thanks and shut the bathroom door to change. He cringed as he peeled off his drenched jeans and decided to take a quick shower, hoping that the water would both clean him and wake him up enough to clean his mess in the bedroom. He didn’t really feel any more awake after showering. If anything, the white noise of the water emphasized his desire to sleep. When he opened the bathroom door, he looked like a zombie shuffling into the bedroom. Seeing Manny’s blank, drawn look, Sheila reached for him. “Come on, Manny,” she pleaded, pulling him toward the bed. “You need some rest, honey, you’ll feel better.” Manny groaned unintelligibly. He couldn’t sleep. He had to clean up and he didn’t have his phone with him to set his alarm… “Yes, honey, it’s OK,” Sheila soothed, gently yet firmly guiding Manny into bed. “You’re safe, just get some rest.” Completely broken, Manny started to cry. He needed to set his alarm, he couldn’t just… “Shhh,” Sheila whispered, running her fingers through Manny’s hair as she eased his head onto the pillow. Her heart ached for the poor, sick boy. Manny’s mind struggled to grasp the last vestiges of awareness. He had to…he needed… But a whole week of only interrupted sleep was far too much to overcome, and Manny was out within seconds of his head hitting the pillow. Sheila stayed for a few minutes, stroking his hair and murmuring softly. When she was satisfied that the teen was resting, she cautiously stood, taking a deep breath. Even in sleep, Manny looked uneasy. Sheila hoped that he would get some good rest and feel better when he woke up. In the meantime, she grabbed some baking soda to spread on the wet stain on the carpet. She’d worry about vacuuming it up later. Before leaving the room, Sheila watched Manny, still concerned. In the few minutes he’d been asleep, he’d automatically curled to one side of his bed, nearly pressed into the wall. For protection or to try to disappear? Sheila wasn’t sure, but it was painful to see. *** To Sheila’s relief, Manny slept for hours. When Olivia returned around 3:30 that afternoon, Manny was still out. Sheila hushed the 6-year-old and explained that her brother wasn’t feeling well, so he was taking a nap. Liv nodded sagely and settled at the coffee table in the living room to color quietly. Just before 4 o’clock, Sheila heard noises from Manny’s room. “Oh! Sounds like your brother’s awake!” she whispered cheerfully to Olivia. Liv beamed and bounced to her feet, skipping in front of Sheila as they headed toward Manny’s bedroom. “Manny!” Liv shouted joyfully, not bothering to knock before barging into the room. Sheila smiled, following, but stopped short as soon as she walked through the door. Manny was standing a few feet back from his bed, a wild look in his eyes and yet another huge, dark patch of wetness down the front of his pants. Before Sheila even had time to process the scene, Olivia had thrown herself in front of her brother, hand out as if to protect him from Sheila. “He didn’t mean it!” she cried, her young voice anxious. “It was a accident!!” Sheila froze, not wanting to seem confrontational. She automatically held her hands up, placating. “He didn’t mean it!” Liv repeated, eyes wide. Behind her, Manny was breathing hard, but he instinctively wrapped an arm around his little sister. Slowly, tentatively, Sheila started to walk toward the siblings. “I know, honey,” she murmured to Olivia. The kindergartner drew back slightly. “Don’t make him leave,” she whispered. Sheila felt like she’d been punched in the stomach. Keeping her hands out, she knelt in front of the pair, locking eyes with the little girl. “Liv,” she began, gentle but serious. “Sweetheart, I won’t do that.” Olivia furrowed her brow, unsure. Sheila didn’t look up at Manny, but she saw his hand tighten on his sister’s shoulder. “I promise, Liv,” Sheila insisted. “I know Manny didn’t mean it, and I would never make him leave – or you – for having an accident.” “I can clean up,” Liv said softly, still nervous. “We’ll make it better.” “Oh, honey,” Sheila smiled sadly. “You don’t have to clean up. I’m not mad, sweetheart, I promise. Everything is fine.” Olivia reached up and grabbed her brother’s hand, instinct driving her to stay close to him. “We’ll fix it…” she whispered. “Liv?” Sheila shook her head. “You don’t have to fix anything. I promise. It’s OK.” Sheila inhaled, knowing that her next request would take a bit of convincing. “I just need to talk to Manny for a little bit, OK?” Sure enough, Olivia frowned, pressing back against her brother. “I’m not mad, Liv, I’m not even a little bit mad,” Sheila promised, “and Manny’s not in trouble. I just need to talk to him to make sure he’s OK and see what I can do to help. OK?” Olivia liked Sheila; Sheila had been nice to her. She wanted to believe the nice woman, but she looked up at Manny for reassurance. Ever conscious of protecting his sister, Manny attempted a smile and nodded. It’s not that he completely trusted Sheila; he just thought that he deserved any consequences, not Olivia. So if Sheila wanted him alone, she’d get him. With Manny’s permission, Liv stepped forward. Sheila smiled encouragingly. “Go finish coloring,” she suggested. “You can show Manny your pretty picture when you’re done.” Like most 6-year-olds, Olivia brightened at this prospect. She nodded happily, hugged her brother one last time, and ran from the room. Gathering her thoughts, Sheila turned back to the wet teen standing in front of her. He was shaking so badly, she could see his t-shirt fluttering around his thin body. “Manny,” she began, trying to put every ounce of sympathy and reassurance into her voice. “I promise I’m not mad, I promise you’re not in trouble, and I promise,” she emphasized the word, “that I’m not sending you away or splitting up you and Liv. OK?” Manny’s lip trembled fiercely and he kept his eyes down, but after a moment, he nodded. “OK,” Sheila breathed. It was something. “Honey, I just want to help you. Are you sick?” Manny’s face crumpled even further. After another pause, he shook his head. At this point, he was quavering so much, Sheila was surprised she couldn’t hear his knees knocking together. “Manny, honey, let’s sit down,” she offered. She put her arm under his elbow and steered him down onto the bed. The wet stain was big, but confined to the half of the bed closest to the wall, where Manny had been curled up. “OK, honey,” Sheila said, sitting next to the boy. “I just want to help. Can you tell me what happened?” The silence seemed to stretch between them, but finally, Manny opened his mouth. “I-“ he stammered, he voice gravelly but quiet. “I tried.” “You tried?” Sheila echoed. “Tried what, honey?” Unbidden tears were leaking out of Manny’s eyes and streaming down his cheeks. “I tried not to,” he cried, almost pleadingly. Sheila pressed her lips together as Manny’s words sunk in. This had happened before. Happened often enough that he had made an effort to prevent it. Prevent it, how? “Manny…” Sheila murmured, trying to disguise her dismay. “Have you not been sleeping, honey?” “I…” Manny could barely control his mouth through all the shaking. “I didn’t want to wet the bed,” he whispered, deeply ashamed of having to say the words, but wanting Sheila to understand that he really had tried. Quickly, brokenly, he explained his system of setting his alarm and limiting his drinks, barely pausing for breath and not meeting Sheila’s eyes. And Sheila’s eyes showed the horror she felt at the lengths the teen had taken to keep himself from having an accident. No wonder he’d wet himself earlier; she was surprised he’d even managed to move on so little quality sleep. “…and I…” Manny’s voice was breaking again as his explanation tumbled out. “I didn’t want to make a mess and ruin your mattress and cost you money and make you mad.” Blinking, Sheila swallowed her awe at Manny’s tale. She fixated on a single comment. “OK, honey, first of all, you don’t have to worry about the mattresses,” she promised, trying to ease at least one of his fears. “All of my beds have mattress covers, even mine. That’s just good sense.” At this information, Manny finally looked up, questioning. “And second,” Sheila went on. “Honey, if you’re worried about wetting the bed, not sleeping isn’t the answer. You need your sleep. There are other options. We can get you things to help keep you dry.” Manny snorted reflexively. “Nobody gonna spend money on baby stuff for a grown boy,” he muttered. Sheila tilted her head sympathetically. “Is that what someone told you?” “Angelina,” Manny answered simply. His dad’s girlfriend. “Those things cost money.” Sheila refrained from making a sarcastic comment about the cost of heroin. “Well,” she said instead. “I happen to have plenty of money. Definitely enough to buy pull-ups for you. If that would help you sleep better,” she added. Slowly, nervously, Manny finally met Sheila’s eyes. He looked younger than she’d ever seen him look. “Really?” Sheila reached up and cupped the young man’s cheek, wiping away a stray tear with her thumb. “Yes, sweetheart. Whatever you need.” Biting his lip, Manny nodded repeatedly. If he couldn’t stop himself from wetting the bed, then surely the next best option was not making such a huge mess every night. Sheila smiled, relieved. “It’s settled then. I’ll go out and pick some up.” She rubbed Manny’s back, comforting. “And I might as well grab some dinner while I’m out. What do you feel like? Mexican? Chicken?” Slightly embarrassed by the positive outcome of the day’s events, Manny shrugged. “Whatever,” he murmured. Sheila stood, understanding that they’d probably reached their limit of conversation for now. Plus, Manny still had to change. “OK, honey. Why don’t you get cleaned up – I’ll change the sheets – and then come out and see your sister’s picture.” Still blushing, Manny nodded and scrambled to the dresser to grab some dry clothes before heading into the bathroom to change. Sheila efficiently stripped the bed, still in awe of what Manny had told her. She was furious at what he’d gone through and devastated at what he thought he had to do to keep himself and his sister safe. While she was loading the washing machine to clean the wet sheets, she heard Manny emerge from the bathroom and join his sister in the living room. Sheila closed the lid of the washing machine to start it and headed down the hallway to the sound of Olivia’s happy chatter. Rounding the corner, Sheila saw Manny kneeling next to his sister, his arm around her shoulder’s as the little girl pointed out her artistic products. Manny looked relaxed and completely engrossed with what Liv was saying. Sheila hung back, leaning against the wall and smiling. Maybe she could do this parenting thing after all.
  13. After I moved out from home, I made a decision to stop wearing diapers at night. I needed to stop wetting the bed !! and the only way I could think of trying to stay dry at night was to lose my reliance on nappies. After all how was I going to have any sort of chance in a relationship when I still wet the bed. I was now twenty years old, my mum stopped wetting her bed at my age and I had always thought that I would be the same. Although one thing my specialist said was constantly ringing around in my head " Some people never become completely dry at night. Bedwetting runs in both my Dads and my Mums family, my youngest aunty still regularly wets her bed. She as far as I know has never had a constant relationship. I wondered now more than ever wether I would end up being a bedwetting spinster, so I set about making some changes in my life. No diapers for a start. I had my own place so I was able to take care of my wet sheets which were the consequence of not wearing nappies. I had my mattress protected which I would explain away to anyone who I shared my bed with ( when I became dry that is ) that I needed to protect my bed for "that time of the month". Which was actually partially true, as I seem to pee myself at night much more when it was " that time" Finally after a few months of no alcohol, carefully watching what I drank and completely " draining " my bladder before I went to bed I was able to achieve a few weeks of dry nights. I sleep so deeply so I tried setting an alarm to wake me up in the middle of the night so I could get up and wee, because my bladder wasn't waking me. it was something I couldn't do when I was house sharing with my best friend . Nobody likes to be woken every night by someone else's alarm . Eventually I worked up the courage to start dating, at first I would make every excuse on why I couldn't spend the night with them . Some guys took that as if I wasn't interested in them enough and we drifted apart. Then I met a guy who I fell head over heels in love with. I had been having weeks of regular dry nights and I really had the "hots" for him, so I threw caution to the wind and agreed to spend a night with him. We made love, it was fantastic, I woke early in the morning, even though I was absolutely busting, I had and made it to the toilet, I went back to bed with the biggest smile on my face. No wet bed !! and no please explain. My confidence skyrocketed, I began to spend regular nights at his place, but I was always mindful of what time I had my last drink of water and stuck to my plan. Then one night we decided to go out for dinner, I knew beer made me wet the bed, so I thought maybe one glass of wine wouldn't hurt . We were having such a great time that one glass turned into two and a few more. We went back to his place again, and with a little alcohol to fuel my desires were soon in bed making love with as much fire as I could muster. Content and for filled I must have dozed off. Morning came, I knew instantly what had happened, all I could feel and smell was pee !!! My panties we still saturated as if I had only just wet them . I felt towards my boyfriend hoping and praying that the wet patch hadn't reached him. There was no dry sheet between him and me. OMG how on earth am I going to explain this I thought. My problem had returned with vengeance. I cursed myself for having so much to drink, everything was going so well between us, surely he isn't going to want to see me again after me peeing in his bed and worst of all I had peed on him as well !! Tears began to roll down my cheeks. I decided to wake him and not prolong my agony any longer, he was going to kick me out for sure !! "I wet the bed" I blubbered not sure of what reaction I was going to get. I was scared that he may yell at me, or worse !! He awoke, swept the sheets back, to check out the wet patch. Then ....... Fuck !!! his only verbal reaction Silence ........ I could almost see his mind ticking over " What am I going to do with her " "Shall I flick her " ? "She is a nice chick !! , great in bed, pretty, has a funny sense of humour. Bad points !! she just pissed in my bed !! My good points must have won over, I stopped crying, he gave me a cuddle then we stripped the bed. He told me not to worry its going to be ok . I had never wet the bed with a male partner before and it was just as humiliating as I imagined it would be. Still it looked as if my bladder indiscretion was going to be forgiven. I scrubbed the pee out of his mattress and dried it with my hair dryer. Luckily it didn't smell . Later I fitted a water (pee) proof mattress cover encase it happened again. Nothing more was mentioned, we resumed our relationship as if nothing had happened. The next time we went out was with a group of his friends. I wanted to become part of the group because I do love being with people, but it didn't take me long to work out that most of his mates girlfriends were bitches !! They were all from well to do families, and it seemed because I was from the country that I felt I wasn't good enough for them. Still I tried to fit in so I didn't look like the odd girl out. Then slowly I won them over with my sense of humour. By now we had all had a few drinks, and I was beginning to wear my familiar path out to the toilet and back . My "problem" temporarily forgotten I began to let my hair down and enjoy myself. I felt confident enough to ask if anyone wanted to go to the loo too, my boyfriend overheard me and then said loud enough so everyone could hear " Yeah take her to the toilet so she doesn't wet the bed again !!! " Everyone looked at me, I was left totally speechless, I turned bright red !! I have never been so unprepared for anything in my entire life. No smart comeback, nothing, only a stony silence which just confirmed " Guilty" !!! all the girls looked at me, he had just given them the ammunition to bring me down so they could tear me to pieces !! I walked off alone humiliated and in shock, leaving them to feast on the carcass of my credibility. Who was this guy I was dating !! he had changed in front of his mates, I couldn't believe he had so little respect for me that he would " out me " for wetting the bed. I would have been happier if he had of kicked me out there and then, not humiliate me in front of his friends I sat in shelter of the toilet cubicle and sobbed my eyes out, my confidence totally shattered, how on earth am I going face those bitches now !! Eventually I pulled myself together, dried my eyes fixed my makeup. I returned, I could see from the look on their faces that I had been the main subject of conversation. My boyfriend had probably blabbed the whole story to them . I was too shocked to be angry. We left soon after, he had successfully killed the party. We rode home in the taxi in complete silence. My eyes kept welling up, I knew our relationship was finished, I had been so betrayed I couldn't trust him anymore. We went to bed not speaking to each other, I lay there still with tears trickling down my face in the dark . Now my anger started, for my own self esteem I had to get even. We were finished but I wanted to make sure, so I held my wee so I was nearly wetting myself. My now ex was sleeping soundly so I snuck over to him as close as I could without touching him. I thought to myself F you !! as I released my bladder and wet myself with the biggest smile on my face . When he wakes in the morning he will find I have left him a surprise and I will be gone. I got up, quietly took off my pee soaked undies and left them there as a memento. Pulled on my jeans and a jumper and drove home. We never saw each other again. I wish I could say that was the only time I wet the bed with a boyfriend, but it wasn't. Whenever I drank I wet the bed, some guys were really good about it and understanding and they would just let you down gently and not have any more contact. Some guys just kicked me out of the house. Thankfully no one was violet towards me. After that I went through a stage were I just didn't date, I just preferred to get drunk be alone. If I wet my bed I didn't have to answer to anyone, at that stage of my life it was easier.
  14. As I've mentioned in other posts both myself and my GF Brenda are sometimes a little lax with the pants wetting and both occasionally do wet the bed when we drink. Anyway on Thanksgiving holiday we had friends over for dinner and drinks, actually quite a few drinks. Once all our guests left it was almost midnight and we both knew we had been drinking and Brenda suggests that just in case we should put the fitted plastic sheet on the bed, knowing we have accidents when drinking. Anyway I was so excited at the thought of this that I didn't pee before bed. I kind of know I was going to be wetting myself and was actually looking forward to it. Brenda falls asleep almost instantly and soon I head this unmistakably sound of pee hitting plastic, she was wetting her pants in her sleep. I was bursting by now and just couldn't resist so I just let go and start peeing in my pajamas, soon rolling over onto my front side soaking my shirt in the process. Then I slept like a baby the rest of the night. Come morning Brenda acts slightly perturbed at her self for wetting the bed. I tell her it's all good, I wet it too. Having to go again by now I get out of bed and Rewet my pajamas, telling Brenda there wet anyway. I wasn't going to let this perfect chance to wet the bed pass with out doing it.
  15. Version 3.0.1.1

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    Translated trial version of Wetters Taiken 2 Ver 3.0.1 Known issues: 1) Some of the lines describing items and events in the scene replay are cut off. There should still be enough there to know what it's talking about, however. 2) In the Scene Replay, Fanika being confused still comes across the combat log in JP. I've got to dig into the scripts for it, and it's probably not worth the effort until if/when 666 releases a new version, or I'm extremely bored. 3) The time when you change a zone still comes across in JP. Same thing, gotta dig into the scripts. Plot is similar to the first Wetters Taiken. You're at a Magical School for Girls, big event happens, you're trapped on an island and need to investigate what is going on. You play as Fanika, the main heroine of the story, who travels around with a mysterious creature named Yip. Like the original Wetters Taiken, there is a little bit for everyone, with multiple Bedwetting, Desperation Wetting, and Fear wetting scenarios. There is also a drink system and an easy way to track Fanika's need to pee. As a side note, because this is only a trial version, I don't have any plans to update this other than maybe once or twice, unless I somehow broke the game while translating it. I do, however, plan on translating the full version if/when 666 finishes it. http://blog.livedoor.jp/wetters666/ - 666's website to follow any updates regarding WT2.

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  16. Thursday morning, Doody came into my room and sat down on the bed and lit up a cigarette. As usual, he was completely out of it, not having taken his pills yet, and began mumbling about all the stuff he needed to do before his sister came to pick him up; find $10, take his pills, find socks and drawers. He said he was uncomfortable without his boxers. I gave him my typical okaaaaay look and asked him why the hell he was going commando if he didn't like it. He told me he had woken up in the night "leaking" and that his boxers were soaked, so when he got back from the restroom, he just took them off and put his pants from earlier that day back on and went back to sleep, because it was just a little leak, which happens to everyone. "Everyone?" I asked. And he said, "Yes, it's just one of those things that happens to everyone. Everyone leaks a little in bed when they're sleeping." I responded that I had not, at least not while asleep, and he honestly couldn't believe it. I told him I'd always wanted to wake up wet, because I'd never been a bedwetter as a child, not even once, no kidding. He, of course, had to bring up the fact that his sister wet the bed often, well into her teen years, which I knew already. I suggested he go take his pills, and a shower, and he did.
  17. Owl Goodnites! I'm so excited to be finally wearing the Goodnites. These ones are so slim and cute. I've been wearing them everywhere any time I get the chance. I wore them out hiking the other day, playing on the beach, sleeping at night (or course), and around the house! They are really amazing and so far I've not had a single leak! As some of you may know I've got a used panty selling business, I have had a lot of people ask about my sending them used/wet in diapers. Unfortunately this doesn't work with the mail system and customs. But because I love diaper wetting, I can do either short custom diaper wetting videos (with no face), or I can wet my diaper with a pair of panties inside of them and send you the panties (and pictures or video). Drop me a message if you are interested! I did my first custom wetting video the other day and well it was very exciting (wetting a Molicare with panties inside!). Hope you guys enjoy these! Hugs Rach
  18. Been a lurker for a while now and finally decided to make my first post. Stumbled upon a bedwetting video I hadn't ever seen before and I figured that people here might not have seen it either. There's 2 parts to it. The second link has some nudity but it's mostly blurred like most Japanese videos are. Hope you guys enjoy! http://porneq.com/video/160439/diaper-bedwetter-abdl-messy-disc-1/ http://porneq.com/video/164033/diaper-bedwetter-abdl-messy-disc-2/
  19. I dont know if it is even erotic, but i wouldn´t know any other person i could write this to.. The last time i wet the bed was when i was like 4yrs old (almost 20yrs ago ..), only time it almost happened again was in hospital few years ago (sedated as fuck..) but i woke up when i felt the first drop come out of my urethra. I had a real hard week, like 60+hrs of work and even more to do at home (recently moved, 2new "xtra luxury" mattres that were quite expensive. . ). Since i had to do a Speech today (Monday) i decided not to sleep between Saturday and Sunday for some extra time, which got me real fucking tired, so i went to sleep right before 18 (6pm). woke up .. tought how wonderful warm the bed is today and how good i slept and that i wish i could wake up that nicely every day. looked on my phone to check how late it is, to see its just about 5:30am and i could still sleep for atleast 1hr longer. So i rolled back into bed, just to feel my somehow swolen dick (while rollin over it). After that feeling i just had to put my hand down there to massage a little bit. As soon as i put my right Hand in my Boxers i could feel it! They were soaking wet (and getting cooler by the air floating in). I almost got an heart attack when i realized that i probably pissed the bed. Meanwhile my dick swole so hard that i could feel my pulse going through it. I instantly tried to jack-off without even thinking about the mess, just how nice everything feels. It felt wonderful, even tho it wasnt a real sexual feeling and i couldnt get to any climax. Laying there in my warm wet piss, massagin my wiener, thinking about nothing but how i dont have to do anything for another hour. After like 5minutes of laying there i fell asleep again, only to wake up ~20min later by the cold ugly feeling + feeling like shit (feeling like i need 10more hrs of sleep). I changed myself and then checked the damage. Somehow only my boxers and one blanket got really wet, the mattres only had a damp feeling, but nothing too bad. And the other 7Blankets (lol) and 2 pillows seemed completely dry. So it seems like luckly i didnt have a full on accident but only leaked a little bit (my bladder is huge usualy). Let´s see if something like this happens tonight .. I dont know if i should like it, or be worried. On one hand it felt so damn good, on the other hand i hate the mess (and thats a reason i usualy never wet myself (way better to get wet by someone through some skirt or thong anyways :D ), not even in the bathtub etc. (+bc i get so hard before i try that nothing is able to come out xD )). Knowing many of the docs here (med school) in some way also doesnt help with the embaresment while talking about it with a doc (if i will need to). hope the english wasnt too bad, its getting worse and worse
  20. Found myself wondering where on the spectrum of wetting people fall. I myself have come to identify as an incontinence fetishist, so basically everything except pure desperation in which they make it to the bathroom is fun times for me. Would love to hear other people's thoughts on why particular kinds of wetting are hot, or why not, for that matter!
  21. So this is an actual story like with Chapters I just hope I figure where to put the next Chapter. Hopefully just underneath this one but I hope you guys like it. This is male desperation and it will include some bedwetting later on in the story. The main characters are Harry and Snape because I love them both to death. Chapter 1 Harry sighed softly as the shifted in his seat, he hated traveling by muggle means they always took so slow. At the moment he was sitting in the backseat of a muggle automobile also known as a car and was going to his Professor's Manor. Why they couldnt floo was besides him. Why the hell did he hve to spend his Dursely free summer with Snape of all people? He squirmed in his seat again, and looked out the window. He really needed to pee, and was getting borderline desperate as the minutes ticked by. Snape was sitting in the drivers seat, leaving Harry to ponder when his teacher learned to drive. He thankfully was sitting in the back, needing space to lie down, which also meant that he could hold himelf if he needed to. 20 minutes rolled by and found Harry giving himself occasional squeezes to keep his liquid in. Snape was still driving along having not noticed a thing was wrong with his charge. He didnt want to embarrass himself in front of Snape of all people, giving the man more things to taunt him with, so he better speak up. "Professor, how long until we get there?" "We'll be there in about 6 hours Potter." "Oh, do you think we could stop at a petrol station sir?" "Why? Surely your not hungry, if I recall there is food in the basket on the floor." "No sir I'm not hungry." "Then what did you need?" Snape asked getting annoyed. "I just wanted to..uh...stretch my legs sir." He replied hurridley, somewhere along the way his courage vanished. "Right, have you forgotten that you are a horrible liar Potter?" "Sorry sir" "What did you really need?" Snape pressed. "The loo sir," Harry finally whispered. "I see," was all the man said. Harry was grateful that the man had dropped the subject but his bladder was still throbbing and the man never actually said he was going to stop somewhere. Harry found himself involuntarily gasping and moaning softly in an effort to keep it all in. The last time he had used the toilet was that morning when they left Hogwarts. It was now 2:00pm and he really needed to relieve himself, or he would soon have a humilating situation on his hands. Severus could hear the boy quite cleary behind him making noises, surely the boy didn’t have to go that bad? Of course he was putting on extra for the attention, since he was acting Severus figured he wouldn't mind waiting. “Sir please can you pull over?” Harry finally begged, tears springing into his eyes. “No Potter, I’ll pull over in about an hour. You are 12 years old and not a baby so I know that you can and will hold it.” “I really cant sir, I’m not even joking.” “1 hour Potter, now cease this incessant talking.” Harry now had his left hand firmly grasped in his pants, he knew his teacher was cruel but he never imagined the man would stoop this low. What part of he had to pee didn’t he get? He felt a spurt of pee leak out into his boxers before whimpering to himself, he was going to wet himself soon he just knew it. He quickly blinked away the traitorous tears that threathned to fall, and focused on his bladder. As another spurt followed, he found himself frozen in fear, he was going to wet himself in the man’s car. Severus looked discreetly in the mirror where he could check on the boy. The child’s face was beet red and he looked like he was struggling to hold back more then just the tears in his eyes. He had thought the boy was pretending but now he was having second guesses on that. “Potter, when was the last time you used the loo today?” “When I woke up this morning sir,” the boy said as he sniffled. “And you did not think to inform me of this why?” “I didn’t think it was important sir,” he answered. “Foolish child, of course it’s important. The next rest area isnt for another 30 minutes do you think you can hold it?” Severus asked, he was already annoyed with himself for not believing the child, and annoyed with the boy for not speaking up sooner. Harry felt himself nodding that he could but on the inside he knew he couldn’t. He was slowly leaking and he casually looked down to see if his blue jeans had a spot. They didn’t but he knew that if he couldn’t hold on they would. Suddenly he sat rimrod in his seat, as a 2 second spurt leaked into his pants, he could feel his bum getting wet. And ingoring the tears that were now falling freely down his face he squirmed with all his might to keep it in. As he was fighting his bladder, his Professor suddenly swered the car startling Harry. Spurt after spurt came out, and by the time he gained control the back of his pants were soaked. He could feel the pee dripping down his leg. He was wet and when he got out Snape would know what he did. What was worse was that he still had to go really badly. “Are you alright there Potter?” “Yes sir, what happened?” Harry asked trying to keep his voice from cracking on his tears. “There was a dead animal in the road.” “Oh, are we almost there sir?” “In about 15 more minutes we should be. How are you holding up Potter?” “I’m fine sir,” Harry stated miserably. “Are you sure, you don’t sound fine.” “I am sir,” Harry answered. He rocked back in forth trying to keep the remaining pee in, for all it was worth. They had just taken the exit when all of a sudden Harry gasped loudly, startling Snape. His poor bladder just had enough of the abuse and forcibly released itself all over the man’s car. He heard the sound of his pee hitting the floor and he was sure that Snape could hear it too, but the man never said a word. Severus looked in the mirror at the boy who had a look of intense fear in his eyes, he could already guess what happened by the look in the boy's eyes. His face really was an open book at times. They were both at fault here, him for not thinking to take the child's needs into account and the boy for not speaking up. But he shook his head at that, the boy did speak up, he just didnt believe him. Shaking his head at his stupidity this was exactly the kind of thing his father had done to him as a kid, and he knew how the boy felt. It was warm and flowing out of him like someone had turned on the tap and left it on. He tried to stop it but he had no more control over his body, and he sagged in relief. As he finished he found he couldn’t say anything if he tried, he only hoped the man wouldn’t tease him for this. They pulled into the petrol station and parked. “I don’t need it anymore sir,” Harry finally whispered his throat thick with tears. “I realize that Mr. Potter, but I figured you wanted to clean up.” Snape replied gently. “Yes sir, I don’t want to go in there and have them see me like this.” “Mr Potter I am a wizard am I not?” Snape asked sarcastically. “Yes sir” “I will spell you clean, stand by the car please.” Harry slowly got out the car, his trousers were now a very dark blue and when he stood up his pee from the trousors ran into his shoes, it was a horrible squishy feeling. The seat in the man’s car was soaked and the floor looked like someone had wasted a liter of water in it, but the smell gave it away that it wasn’t just water. He felt the rush of warmeth from the spell as it cleaned him. He made no eye contact with his teacher, he kept his face low to the ground and scrubbed his face with the back of his hand. He was 12 as the man had pointed out, and 12 year olds do not have accidents. He got back into the car when the man finished and layed down on the back seat tears once again springing into his eyes. Covering his head with his blanket Harry softly cried himself into an uneasy sleep.
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  23. Hey all, I found this bedwetting clip a while back and wanted to share! I hope you enjoy! Rach Baby Sarahs — missbennieandthejets Bedwetting.mp4
  24. I don't post often and am a bit of a lurker on the site but I feel I have to share this story with you guys. To begin I guess it's worth saying that I have indulged in Omorashi for many years now, mostly limited to getting desperate and wetting myself in the privacy of my own home. I've always been too scared to do anything pee related in public, with the small exception of occasionally letting out a little dribble or two on my way home (although not enough to show on my clothes). However I've always wanted to try something a little more adventurous (at least by my standards) and have recently been thinking about bet wetting. The closest I've ever gotten to bed wetting was during times when I was particularly aroused and would release a few spurts in my pajamas but never enough for a full soaking. I was always a little hesitant to completely relieve myself in my bed due to the clean up but very much wanted to try it. But all this changed this morning. Needless to say after months of building myself up I finally tried it (rather impulsively and unplanned might I add!) So my story starts last night. I hadn't been out drinking for a while and had my mind set on going to a club, getting very drunk and dancing. My night started out at a bar in the city with friends. After drinking at the bar for a while we made our way over to a new club we hadn't yet been to. We continued our drinking there and danced for a while. I was starting to get quite desperate so I went to the toilet at this point. I was beginning to think about omorashi and how I wished I had the guts to wet myself in the club but I knew that would never happen. Anyhow, to cut a long story short we ended up drinking a lot more and leaving the club in the early hours of the morning. On the train trip home I was pretty desperate. The first half wasn't as bad as I was with friends but they soon got off at earlier stations and I was left alone. Once alone I started to focus on my bladder a lot more and realised how desperate I was. As I pass a couple more stations I was very seriously considering the situation that I might have to find a way to relieve myself. The train was relatively deserted and I devised the plan to quite subtly unzip my pants and let a little pee out if I had to. Luckily I made it to my station without any accidents and I jumped off the train and ran home. I burst in through my front door and made it to the toilet just in time for a nice relaxing pee. I knew that I was quite drunk and wanted to avoid a hangover as best I could so I drank about a litre and a half of water before bed. Then I jumped into bed with a bottle by my side and went to sleep. I woke up the next morning with a bit of a headache, still very tired, and a very urgent need to pee. I lay awake for a while not really thinking about my bladder and tried to fall back asleep. After about 10 or so minutes I realised that there was no way I was getting back to sleep with my bladder as full as it was. I knew I would have to get up soon as I wouldn't last very long. I lay there with my eyes closed for another 5 minutes trying to will myself to get up but I just couldn't find the motivation to get myself out of bed. As I lay there thinking, suddenly a thought crossed my mind "Wouldn't it be great if it were socially acceptable to wet the bed. I could get the extra sleep and wouldn't have to struggle to get out of bed every time I wake up needing to pee". Immediately after this thought I suddenly opened my eyes, as if I had just discovered some great revelation. Who cares what society thought, I can wet the bed if I want to, as long as it's not hurting anyone. Not moments after I had finished this thought, my body relaxed and I noticed a warm sensation around my pelvis. It took me a second to realise but I had started to wet the bed. My heart immediately started pounding faster and instinctively I clenched my pelvic muscles and stopped peeing. I was beginning to panic and started to sit up to go the the bathroom but stopped myself. My bladder was aching and I was fighting to hold on. Why won't I get up I thought. I'm about to wet the bed. I need to go to the bathroom now. And then I noticed the warmth around my pelvis. It felt so nice. Suddenly I had a moment of clarity. So what if I wet the bed? I ran my hand down under the blankets and placed it on top of my pajama pants. My heart was beating faster than ever. I was both excited and afraid, filled with conflicting emotions but I knew the decision was already made. My eyes closed. I began to pee. The pee pooled in between my thighs and overflowed over my legs. I could feel the warmth with my hand and I gently stroked myself through my pajamas. The pee spread down my legs and up my back. I could feel it slowly creeping up my pajama top. The front of my pelvis felt like I was sitting in front of a warm fire on a cold winters night. I slipped my hand under my pajama pants and felt the pee as it exited my peehole. At this point every muscle in my body was relaxed. I focused on my bladder and felt it slowly reduce in size. Finally, after what seemed like an hour, I finished peeing. I opened my eyes and lifted the blanket to assess the damage. My mattress was soaked. My sheets were soaked. I was soaked. I pulled my pants down far enough to take out my penis. I was so aroused by now that I held my penis and gave it a few slow stokes. Immediately I came all over my chest. I lay my hands by my sides and felt a feeling of liberation. I closed my eyes and fell back asleep. This is an experience I will never forget.