Giulia's Drunk Bedwetting

[wetcrown 28]

Relaxing repercussions of a night out drinking. Includes solo female carpet peeing and naked bedwetting.

 

Giulia came home drunk and staggered into her bedroom. With no roommates to take care of her, she decided to hell with it and stripped herself down naked, not bothering to wash the night's makeup off her face first.

Thinking quickly of her impending hangover, she went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. The trickle of the water made her realize her bladder, and she thought vaguely to herself that she should pee before getting into bed. She grabbed an Advil from her kitchen cabinet and quickly downed it along with the full glass of water, showing kindness to her future self, and sauntered back to her bedroom.

Thinking once more about peeing, through the haze of alcohol she decided to pause right beside her bed. Toes curling against her plush carpet, Giulia relaxed and let herself pee. Legs slightly spread, she relieved herself right on her bedroom floor, thinking not of the mess but only of the simple fact that she should pee before bed. She sighed as she pissed herself, feeling her bladder deflate and relaxing warmth all through her center. Her pee hissed onto her carpet, soaking into the fibers and eventually forming a puddle.

Giulia's stream slowed to a trickle, her eyes closed, barely conscious of the fact she just pissed on her bedroom carpet, and she climbed into bed. Her soft bedsheets felt cool and comforting on her smooth, bare skin, and she had no trouble falling fast asleep.

Giulia dreamed the strangest dreams that night. Over the course of the night she would toss around in bed, eventually coming to lie on her back with her legs spread open. Her supple ass sunk into the soft mattress, and the heavy duvet pressed between her open legs, outlining her naked figure. The night's drinks and the bed-time water once again caught up to her body, but not quite her brain. As she lay there, sound asleep, she had no mind to try to keep herself from peeing, so she didn't even try.

The only sign of the pressure built up in her bladder was a soft sigh, and then she started peeing. Piss streamed out of her sleeping body, Giulia barely recognizing the fact that she was pissing the bed. Her breathing deepened as she relaxed more, letting her bladder relieve itself into her soft bedsheets. Piss streamed from between her legs, hastily but lazily soaking her surroundings. As the unprotected  mattress struggled to absorb her piss, Giulia's sleeping form reveled in the warmth pooling around her and damping the duvet between her legs. Somewhere deep inside her dreaming brain she knew she was peeing herself, but above that thought was how good she felt. So she never woke, and kept peeing, legs slightly parted so her stream could soak directly into her sheets. Cleanup would be a problem for the morning. Relief was her only focus now.

Giulia slept deeply for many hours, occasionally changing positions, and occasionally pissing. Everytime her bladder refilled it was met with little resistance, her legs spreading to let herself pee freely. She wet the bed several times that night, and woke up feeling extremely well rested and relaxed.

As she sat up to survey the damage, she realized she should have a massive hangover right now, and wondered if her clear over-hydration saved her the headache. She thought that if it was between a pounding headache and pissing the bed next time she drank, she'd gladly do this again. She smiled gratefully, and, savoring the moment before starting her day, allowed herself one last piss into the sheets, this time fully conscious, and fully able to enjoy the warm relaxation.