My story Part I - How bedwetting turned into a fetish

[P-girl 38]

I always had a special relation to peeing in places other than the toilet. I’ve been a bedwetter for my entire childhood and in kindergarten I even peed myself during the day sometimes.  It only started to gradually go away when I entered puberty. As a kid I always felt quite embarrassed when I woke up in a wet bed in the morning, even though my mum was always very understanding about it and never said anything about having to wash my sheets multiple times a week. Anyhow, as a teenager I discovered that wetting can be an entirely different thing when doing it on purpose. I started with letting go small squirts of pee into my panties during the day, just as much that it wasn’t noticeable. The warmth slowly spreading in my knickers and the fabric changing its colour was something that fascinated me a lot for some reason. I also noticed that I like the scent of my own urine. I would put my hand into my pants to feel the damp spot on my knickers and put it back to my nose to smell at it. My newfound pee fetish quickly developed and each time I wanted to go one step further and try something naughtier. First, I sat on the toilet with my panties on and let go a few times. My bedwetting had completely disappeared by now but my protective covers were still on my mattress. I started missing my bedwetting time, thinking about all the naughty adventures I could have now, if I could still pee my bed without the need to explain anything to my parents. However, when I was around 16 my Mum started a new part time job and showed me how to use the laundry machine so I could do it myself if she was away. This was a true game-changer as it gave me the freedom to wet anything I wanted, as I could wash it before getting noticed. I started with wetting more clothes than just my underwear, like my jeans or yoga leggings. One of my most exciting adventures was, however, when my parents left for a short trip over the weekend. In the evening I drank a 1 litre bottle of water within half an our or so. The preparation alone already gave me a hot feeling down there, thinking about what I was up to later on. Eventually I laid down in bed and started watching a series while waiting for my bladder to fill. I couldn’t really focus on the series, as my excitement and anticipation were just so big. After 20 – 30 minutes it was finally there – a subtle signal that I might want to go to the bathroom (which I would definitely not). Instead of peeing there right away, I wanted to see how long I can hold it and just let go in the end. I went down to the kitchen another time and returned with a huge cup of tea. I continued watching my series while eagerly sipping it. After another 20 – 30 minutes the urge had become quite strong and under normal circumstances I would have definitely  gone to the bathroom by now. But tonight was not a normal night and I had no intentions to leave my warm and comfortable bed at all. When I was finished with the tea, I discovered another half-empty water bottle on my bed table which I did not finish at school a few days ago. Being so close within reach, I felt like as if the bottle was calling for me to be emptied, and I did. A couple of minutes later, with over 1.5 litre of liquids inside me, I felt like my bladder was almost bursting. I moved my pelvis up and down to fight against the urge to pee. I really enjoyed the feeling of being so close to totally wetting myself right on the spot. My closing muscle proved to be quite strong, as I managed to hold back my pee every time I was hit by another “wave” of the need to pee. I could have held on for some more time, but my lust to let go was about to supersede the pleasure of pee desperation. I really wanted to fill my bed with all the hot piss I had inside me. I stopped moving around with my lower body and waited a brief moment until the strong urge came back. I held it back for a few more seconds, until it almost felt impossible to avoid peeing myself. I closed my eyes and then, with a conscious decision, I relaxed my bladder. Accompanied by a load hissing sound, I started peeing full force. I could feel the warmth quickly spreading between my legs, on my ass and around me. It felt absolutely incredible. I just kept peeing and peeing and hoped that it would never stop. After a minute or so, however, my piss stream became less and finally ceased. I laid there in my hot piss, just enjoying the moment. Then, feeling a little extra naughty, I pressed and kept peeing for another 20 seconds or so. I looked under my duvet and was almost shocked by the big dark shiny patch that had formed around me. Right around my ass where my body weight was creating a pit in the mattress, a pee puddle had formed, as the fabric couldn’t absorb all my pee at once. I touched my clit through my warm soaked panties and felt incredibly aroused. With my other hand I played around in this small pee puddle, then put my fingers into my mouth, to taste my warm salty pee. I rubbed my clit through my wet panties and got close to an orgasm quickly. For the last bit I took of my panties and rubbed myself at full speed before I was shook by the most intense orgasm of my life by that time. Feeling incredibly satisfied, I fell asleep. I woke up again at around 2 am in the morning, feeling, guess what, the need to pee again. Half-asleep, I was already about to leave the bed and head to the bathroom. Then I realised, that the whole bed was still wet and needs to be washed anyways, so I crawled back under my duvet and just let go. When I woke up in my wet bed the next morning, I felt transported back to my bedwetting years of my childhood. I absolutely loved that feeling of childishness mixed with my new sexual arousal. When I felt my morning piss in my bladder, I just decided to let it go for a third time and rub myself to another great orgasm. When stripping the sheets off my bed, I discovered that my mattress protector has done a great job - my mattress was completely dry. I chucked all the sheets into the laundry and all traces were erased successfully, when my parents returned on Sunday eve. I can’t wait for their next weekend trip!

[Peelover236 16]

As a bed wetter this is very relatable. Laying in a hot piss puddle is the best feeling ever!!