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I Wet The Bed, Again
By Anonymous (address withheld)

***

A girl realizes that, at 16, a second bedtime accident 
is just not acceptable. (Ff-teen, ws, diaper-fetish)

***

Hi, my name is Kate. Or Katy, to my mom. I'm 18 years 
old, home-schooled, single parented (by my mom), and 
have very few friends. You'll see why in a little bit. 
But don't worry, I'm not abused, or deprived of 
anything. It's my own fault.

When I was eight years old, I was a normal little girl. 
I went to school, behaved at home, got in trouble a few 
times, had my own room, etc. Of course, I had my 
moments where I would get in trouble far worse than 
normal. One of these times was one Saturday morning. My 
mom came into my room to wake me up to have our weekly 
pancake breakfast.

Well, the night before, I'd dreamt I was in the tub, 
having a lot of fun, when my yellow rubber duck (which 
I didn't even have anymore) had suddenly turned to 
liquid, and turned the water yellow. I woke up, thought 
nothing of it, and went back to sleep.

When my mom came in that Saturday morning, she shook me 
a little by pushing on my back like every morning. I 
woke up and pushed my covers off me, revealing a big 
puddle on my bed, right where my butt was. My mom was 
not happy.

"Get out of bed now young lady! I can't believe my 
eight year old can't even hold it for the night."

"I'm sorry mom," I said, frightened.

"Get your pants and your undies off. I can't believe 
this. Go take a bath."

So, I ruined our breakfast, took a bath while my mom 
threw my sheets and clothing in the washer, and we both 
ate cereal that morning.

"If you ever wet the bed again missy, you'll be back in 
diapers," my mom said to me while putting my sheets 
back on my bed. "Is that understood?"

"Yes mom."

We never spoke of the incident again.

Years later, when I was 16, I had that very same dream, 
and I woke up (Saturday again) to find my panties wet, 
and my bed as well. Now, I'd gotten used to waking up 
earlier, so I looked at the clock. 4AM. I had a lot of 
time before my mom woke up. 

I took off my panties, stripped my bed, put on new 
underwear, and went to the basement and loaded the 
wash. I read a book while my laundry was in the washer, 
and then switched it. I finished my book, got the 
laundry out of the dryer, and then took them back up at 
5:30. I laid back down, went to sleep, and woke up at 
7:30.

"Morning Kate," my mom said, making our usual pancakes 
as I sat down at the dining room table.

"Hi mom."

"So, how was your book?"

"Good. I finished it. It was..."

I realized my mistake.

"You wet the bed."

"No, honest."

"You have different underwear on this morning, the 
laundry soap wasn't put away, and your book that you 
read every night was on the chair in the basement. Not 
to mention, your door makes an awful creaking sound at 
four in the morning."

"Mom, it was one time."

"Well, this is another. Get some cereal, I have to go 
to the store after breakfast."

My breakfast was terrible. Not only was the cereal a 
little out of date, but I'd always known my mom was 
serious about the diaper thing. That's why my dad left. 
She'd found lipstick on his collar from a coworker 
once, and threatened to divorce if she found it again. 
Well, my dad was introduced to a nice lady at work who 
was just starting, and her cultural tradition was to 
kiss when she met someone.

"Okay," my mom said as she came in with a bag. 
"Upstairs to my room."

"But mom..."

"NOW!"

I hurried up to her room, and found that she'd known, 
as she said, at four in the morning that I wet my bed. 
There were three towels laid on the floor on top of 
each other. My new changing table. Next to it were baby 
powder, wipes, and, as my mom dropped them, diapers. In 
the corner of the room was my old little bed with the 
bars on each side (for when I rolled out when I was 
little), which would be my new crib of course.

"Lay down young lady," my mom said, getting a diaper 
out.

I lay down, and she removed my shirt, bra, and panties. 
I was completely naked, at 16, in front of my mom. She 
wiped me up (even though I hadn't done anything), 
powdered me, and lifted my butt. She slipped the diaper 
under me (which seemed like a baby diaper, but still my 
size), put my legs down, put the diaper over my 
privates, and taped it shut.

"There. Now, let's go downstairs."

"Mom, my bra," I said.

"Babies don't wear bras."

"What if someone visits?"

"You're a baby. I'll explain it to them."

"But, what about school?"

"You'll be home schooled. Everything is taken care of. 
Now, down to the living room."

We got down there, and my mom sat me (literally) on the 
couch and went out to the car. She brought back a 
playpen and put me in it. She turned on cartoons, and 
then went to doing some laundry and other chores.

I sat in my playpen, realizing that this was my fate 
for the next five years. Until I was 21, I wouldn't be 
out of a diaper, eat real food, take my own showers 
(actually, I'd be given baths), or any adult stuff. I'd 
be a virgin until I was 22.

"How's your diaper," my mom said as she came in. She 
pulled the back of it away from me. "Still clean, 
good."

"Mom, can I please take this off?"

"No. And babies don't talk. If you talk again, I'll 
give you a spanking you won't forget."

"But mom..."

"You want one that badly?"

I sighed, lay down, and went to sleep for a nap, 
accepting my fate.

A few hours later, I woke up and had to pee very badly. 
I also had the feeling of needing to poop. But, I knew 
if I told my mom, she'd simply tell me to go in the 
diaper, and give me a spanking after changing me. So, I 
behaved like a baby and messed my diaper, although it 
took some effort on the solid part.

My mom came in, checked my diaper, and took my 
upstairs. I lay on the changing area while my mom took 
my diaper off, wiped me up, powdered me, and put a new 
diaper on.

"Good girl. Now, let's go have dinner."

She put a little dress on me and then led me down to 
dinner. She was having a TV dinner, and fed me baby 
food (carrots and peas) for my dinner. Luckily, I had 
bananas (still baby food) for dessert, which wasn't all 
that bad.

At eight, I had a bath (in our double sink), was 
changed on the counter, and then taken up to my "crib" 
at eight thirty. My mom kissed me goodnight on the 
forehead, and then went back downstairs.

Now, at 18, I pretty much do everything naturally. I 
poop and pee without thinking about it, I love baby 
food, and bath time is a ritual I look forward to. I 
sleep most of the time, and most of my mom's friends 
bring their "babies" over to play with me. We don't 
have conversations because; they too, have lost talking 
as one of their interests. Life is good being a baby 
again.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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