An older bedwetter punishes himself to try and stop wetting
Hello, my name is Tom and I am a bedwetter. I have been wetting my whole life and I am starting to get sick of it. Mom took me out of diapers when I outgrew the Gerber plastic baby pants that she was able to get. Since then I have been waking up to cold wet sheets every morning. When I was 5 or 6 it seemed ok to wet since I was a baby and still fit into those diapers but when I turned 7 I outgrew the diapers and plastic pants. At 7 mom took the diapers away and I have been waking up wet ever since. This is going to be a story about how I tried to punish myself for wetting but ended up liking it.
"Good morning sleepy head" mom said as she shook the bed to wake me up.
"Morning" I said still groggy from sleep.
"It smells like you are wet again, please get up and put your sheets into the washer before school, ok?"
"Ok mom, I will" I said feeling the cool wetness under me.
Mom left the room shaking her head in disgust. She hated the smell of pee and my room stunk of it. She had put a rubber sheet on my bed but I had leaked threw it a few times and made the mattress wet. It was a big crib sheet from when I was a baby but mom used it now to keep my babyish habits under some control. I liked the rubber sheet better then that plastic one we had a few months ago. It crinkled every time I rolled over and made me so hot that I couldn't stand it. I am glad it only lasted a few months before I ripped a hole it by wrestling with my dog. I didn't know I ripped it though and continued to wet, leaving some really deep stains on my mattress. Mom was mad at me for not telling her I needed a new one. She found it one day by using her nose to track down the offending odor. She made me bring it outside on a Saturday to dry, right there in the front yard so everyone could see. She told me one day that I was a baby and if she could find diapers in my size she would put me in them faster than I could say bedwetter. I am glad she didn't.
I got up and pulled the blankets off the bed. I grabbed the sheets and pulled them off exposing the babyish rubber sheet. I used a dry section of sheet to wipe off the rubber protector. I noticed that there were a few more shaded circles on the edge of the rubber sheet; I must have leaked more this week.
"I am so sick of wetting, how can an 11 year old boy do this. My friends are never allowed in my room, I can't sleep over, my baby habits are ruining my life, as well as my mattress." I think to myself as I head downstairs to the washer.
I get the wash going and head upstairs to wash my stinky body. I threw my pj's in the wash with my sheets and the cool morning air gives me a little chill. I look down at my penis as I walk noticing that it is starting to get a bit bigger. It looks like my balls are getting bigger too. I am holding myself as I walk into the bathroom, mom is there and she tells me to get my hands off my penis and get into the shower before I miss the bus.
After school that afternoon mom tells me that she is sick of all the laundry and we need to find a solution to my problem. She explains that I used to wear diapers and that kept the laundry to a minimum. She is going to get me some diapers to wear at night so I don't continue to soak the bed. She tells me that I should make my bed with fresh sheets while she goes to do some shopping. I am left home alone to worry about my impending doom.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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