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Becoming a Bedwetter 1, 2, & 3
🕑 Added 2021-03-13 21:27:47 +0000 UTC"Elissa! Come on! I need to go NOW!” Lydia yelled out from outside the bathroom door. Elissa could see the shadows of Lydia's feet dancing below the door. She rolled her eyes, swinging her neck back in the same motion, and ran a hand through the roots of her hair.
“I’m almost done, Lydia. What are you, two years old? I’m sure you can hold it another five minutes.” Elissa said back, her voice sounded exhausted. Elissa’s assessment would have been accurate…. five minutes ago. Lydia pressed her hands further into her crotch as a near backbreaking ache flared in her bladder. Her face strained as she clenched down.
“Ughhh, Elissa!! I’m about to piss myself!” Lydia yelled, feeling the weight of her bladder growing heavier by the second.
“Go outside then if you have to! I’m getting tired of this. I didn’t think sharing one bathroom in the morning would be this difficult.” Elissa said, shaking her head. It had been a rough start for Elissa and Lydia acclimating to each other’s morning rituals now that they were roommates. Elissa woke up earlier than Lydia. She was no stranger to taking her time in the bathroom either. Lydia, who had always struggled with sleeping the whole night without needing to go, had picked the wrong time to try and kick the habit. It was creating a daily shouting match for who needed the bathroom. One that Lydia was seconds away from not needing anymore.
“Elissa… P-please…” Lydia said, her voice falling to a whisper at the end. The pressure in her bladder reached maximum capacity. Her body couldn’t hold it any longer. She felt warm wet dribbles in between her fingertips. She clenched down as hard as she physically could, but there was no stopping it at this point. She felt a strong wave of urgency wash through her bladder once her body felt those drops. Lydia felt her muscles loosen involuntarily, as a rush of pee jetted into her pants. The dark stain grew thicker, as trailing streams of pee started to fall down her legs. Lydia felt her control evaporating. Trickling grew steadily into a heavy river of morning pee gushing into her pants. Lydia felt her muscles relax even further. The sound of pee hitting the wood floor filled the hallway.
“Oh my god…. You’re not-“ Elissa said, the sound of the toilet flushing. Her footsteps approached the door, and suddenly she thrust it open. Just a few moments later than Lydia needed her to.
“You’re PEEING yourself?! You really are two years old! Holy shit, Lydia! What the fuck?!” Elissa said, she extended her index finger and pointed down at the puddle forming between Lydia’s feet. She scoffed at Lydia and pushed her to the side. “I’m not dealing with a roommate who can’t hold her pee in the morning.” Elissa muttered to herself as she started walking down the hall.
Lydia felt her face burn firetruck red. She hadn’t had an accident like this in years. She didn’t even try to hold it back anymore. What was the difference between a medium to large-sized pee puddle? She stood there in shame, feeling the flow of pee slowly tapering off. By the end of it, her pants were completely drenched. Standing there in her pee, Lydia couldn’t even find the words to speak once Elissa walked back.
“If you’re going to piss yourself in the morning, you’re going to wear these.” Elissa said, extending the package of pull-ups in her hand to Lydia. It was already opened with a couple of pull-ups taken out. “My mom left these here when my little sister visited, it looks like you might need them too.” She said with a stern look and matching tone.
Lydia didn’t fight it. How could she? What would she say? ‘No, I didn’t just have an accident right in front of you.’ She reluctantly grabbed the package without saying a word
***
Lydia had never felt that level of embarrassment before, that is until she slipped on one of the pull-ups that very night. She thought about lying to Elissa, telling her that she had one on when she didn’t. But when Elissa said she was going to check every night to make sure, she decided it was best not to rock the boat and just put it on. Besides, she didn’t have to use it.
Until the very next morning.
Lydia felt Déjà vu the moment she walked out of her room to pee. The bathroom door was closed, with the light spilling out from underneath. She was desperate to go after holding in an entire night's worth of pee. If she wanted to, she could have potentially argued with Elissa enough to get her out in time to make it. Or, she could take care of the painful pressure in her bladder another way…
“It’s just a little. I’m peeing it on purpose. Like I’m going to the bathroom. This isn’t an accident.” Lydia reasoned in her head, feeling herself release into her pull-up. She wasn’t going to let go entirely, just enough to keep the pressure off her and avoid another major accident like last night. She felt her pull-up warm and begin to sag as she tested the limits of its absorbency. Feeling content with the reduced weight, she clenched down to stem the flow. She felt a wave of relaxation wash over her. Not just because the pain her bladder had subsided to barrable levels, but it was the first time in weeks her morning didn’t start with an argument at the bathroom door.
“Oh…” Elissa said, minutes later as she opened the bathroom door. She looked down at her roommate, wearing only a tank top and matching wet pull-up. Her surprised expression melted into a smug smirk. “Looks like those pull-ups fixed the problem, huh?” Elissa joked. Lydia pursed her lips and shook her head.
“I didn’t wet the bed, I went just now so you didn’t have to waste your precious bathroom time.” Lydia said back snakish. Elissa giggled and shrugged.
“Whatever you say, Lydia. As long as it keeps my floors dry…” Elissa said, walking past Lydia and down the hall.
“Ugh, whatever…” Lydia thought, turning her attention to the bathroom. She walked into the room to finish what she already started in her pull-up.
Lydia and Elissa played out this same scenario over again for two weeks. Lydia would get up, release her bladder partially into her pull-up, Elissa would make fun of her, and then Lydia would finally finish her business in the bathroom. This persisted until a lazy Saturday morning in Lydia’s room.
“Ugh… I don’t want to get up….” Lydia thought to herself, she looked at her bedroom door across the room. She was so snug and warm in bed. She knew what was about to happen if she got up anyways. Why did she have to stand there wetting herself when she could just do that part in the comfort of her bed? Her lazy brain thought it was a brilliant idea. Instead of putting down her phone and getting up. Lydia parted her legs to each side and started to push down on her bladder.
She could only manage a dribble at first. She hadn’t peed in the bed in decades. Once her body understood it was safe in her pull-up, she felt her bladder relax further. The dribbles cascading into a low steady stream of warm pee. It fell down the front and pooled into the back of her waiting pull-up.
Lydia found no reason to break that new habit once Sunday morning rolled around. Or Monday, Tuesday… and every other day following that. She knew what the argument was going to be anyways, so why not avoid the whole thing and pee while she was still in bed? That way she was at least still cozy, and at the very least didn’t have to deal with Elissa’s little comments. That same thought process started creeping into the middle of the night.
“*Yawn*… I’m just going to pee in the morning anyways… I might as well….” Lydia thought at 3 AM as her bladder ached. This was one of those nights where she drank too much earlier and had to get up if she was going to fall back asleep. Warm and snug in bed, Lydia felt her body easily release into her bed. She had gotten used to doing the same thing every morning. She fell back asleep before the stream even started to die down.
Lydia didn’t worry too much about it when she woke up the next morning wet. It wasn’t unusual for her to get up out of the bed in a sagging pull-up in the first place. The only concern was the small wet spot that had formed in the bed near her waist.
“Must have gone a little too much last night…” Lydia thought, her head swiveled to the dwindling package of pull-ups on her dresser. “I might need to pick up something a little thicker next time I go shopping…
***
Diapers proved to be an even better solution to Lydia and Elissa’s morning conflict. Not only could she stay in her bed and pee whenever she wanted, she no longer had to worry about potentially leaking into her bed! She felt much more relaxed about keeping her bed dry with a diaper instead of a flimsy pull-up.
Lydia stopped paying attention to her bladder at night altogether. She had complete faith in her diaper to keep her dry no matter how much she peed. She’d barely surface to consciousness when she felt her diaper filling up in the middle of the night. She wouldn’t even think twice. Just as quickly as she’d wake in the middle of wetting, she’d quickly fall right back into a deep slumber.
“Oh damn… I soaked this thing last night…” Lydia thought one morning, looking down at her heavily drenched diaper. The dark yellow stains discolored the cute prints of tigers and bears that she liked. “I didn't think it was that much...” Lydia thought to herself as she examined her heavy diaper. She was concerned, but still felt firm in her belief that she could keep her bed dry even if she wanted to. “I’ve only been doing this for… um?” Lydia thought, trying to think back to the last argument she had with Elissa over the bathroom.
It had been quite some time if she was being honest with herself. She couldn’t even remember the last time she used the toilet in the morning. “It was just getting warm outside, so like early summer?” Lydia thought, looking out her window at the snow-covered scene. “Jeez…” She thought, looking back down at her diaper. “I think I should probably take a break.” She whispered hesitantly to herself.
Lydia felt a beam of confidence shine through her that night. Her finger pressed the lock button on her phone, it closed with a ‘snap.’
“Okay!” She thought happily, her hand grabbed the blanket and flung it to the other side of the bed. “Alarm is set early, 6 A.M., well before Elissa will wake up. Even if I have to drag myself out of bed, I doubt I’ll have to pee that bad by then.” Lydia thought, thinking back to the recent lack of pain in her morning bladder. She normally woke up feeling completely refreshed and ready for the day.
She felt a strange mix of emotions as she slipped into bed. Her body felt different. Naked. As though a part of her body had been taken away. She felt a pang of anxiety rush through her head.
“No, no. I’ll be fine. If I feel anything, I’ll just get up immediately.” Lydia thought, trying to quell her fears. She breathed in deeply, before releasing a relaxing exhale. “I’m… fine…” She thought, before letting herself drift off to sleep.
The morning light shined bright into her eyes after what felt like moments later. That’s normally how she slept these days, entirely sound and content. Lydia felt the smile growing on her face before she could stop it.
“Yes!” She thought, feeling pressure in her bladder. “I did-“ She said, throwing her blankets to the side.
Only instead to see the large dark wet stain. She soaked her bed.
Completely, and unaware.
“…it…… what? How did I not know?!” Lydia thought, trying to retrace her steps. She felt pressure, but the more she searched, it became painfully obvious there was little more than a few-second trickle in the tank. She didn’t even notice the cool damp feeling of a wet bed around her waist when she woke up. “I must be so… used to it by now…” She reasoned, utterly perplexed at the situation.
Lydia looked up at the stack of diapers across her room. She knew at this point she was in deep. She’d have to work at it every day if she wanted to get back to dry nights. Her mind wandered to the logical next steps.
“I’ll have to drink less at night, try to wake up when I need to pee, which I guess I don’t anymore, maybe I’ll start wearing pull-ups, that might entice me to pay attention, but if I don’t then it’s just going to leak into my bed, so maybe I can get a plastic sheet, but I don’t like the way those feel, and I guess even then I’ll have to start fighting with Elissa again, which will suck because we’ve become really good friends since that, I suppose… I…” She thought, her eyes still locked onto her diapers. The more she stared, the more it became clear in her mind.
“…I… am a bedwetter...” She thought, already confirming what she knew for months now.
