| Title:
| John the Bedwetter
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| Name:
| Someone
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| Email:
| morgararthman@gmail.com
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| Gender:
| Male
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| Current Age:
| 14
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| Posting Date:
| 08/16/09
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| Story Contents:
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| A- Post-toddler (4-8)* | | R- Sisters, other girls* |
| | B- Pre-teen (9-12)* | | S- Babysitters |
| | C- Teen (13-17) | ● | T- Masturbation |
| | D- Adult (18+) | | U- Sexual situations |
| | E- Cloth diapers* | | V- Gay |
| | F- Disposable diapers | ● | W- Erections |
| | G- Pee | ● | X- Bedwetting | ●
| | H- Poop* | | Y- Accidents | ●
| | I- Exposed diapers/pantslessness* | | Z- Punishment/Diaper Discipline |
| | J- Multiple diapers* | | 1- Female Domination* |
| | K- Baby paraphernalia | | 2- Enemas |
| | L- Mother | ● | 3- Restraints |
| | M- Father | ● | 4- Crying |
| | N- Aunt | | 5- Spanking |
| | O- Uncle | | 6- Humiliation |
| | P- Brothers (diapered) | | 7- Babying |
| | Q- Brothers (not diapered) | | 8- Regression |
| | *Denotes Deekerian story elements
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| Deekerian Score (20 is max.)
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0 (0%)
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John the Bedwetter
Background Information: John is an average 13-, almost 14-year-old boy,
that is, up until last week when he began wetting the bed. John is 5’2”
with brown hair. He is average weight, but looks skinny. His family
isn’t the richest, but they aren’t poor, either. John has a best friend
named Danny, who is 5’1” and has black hair and also is average weight,
but looks it, and they like to go on a lot of sleepovers together, but
John is scared that someone will find out about his bedwetting, and
will make fun of him for it, but is he in for a surprise when he finds
out that his best friend, Danny, is also a bedwetter!
Disclaimer: This story is completely made up. If this has or will
happen, it is completely a coincidence!
Setting: Early morning at the Hoeppner house, in the middle of summer,
in modern Nebraska.
“Time to wake up, dear!” called Johns mom from the other side of the
door. It was ten o’ clock.
“One minute, mom!” he replied. This was the third time this week john
had wet his bed, and his mother was starting to get worried.
“Did you wet your bed again, sweetie?” John’s mom asked, with a bit of
concern in her voice.
“Umm… yes ma’am… I did,” John said, ashamed of what he had done. John’s
mom then came into the room.
“Let’s get these wet sheets into the washing machine, and then you need
to have a shower, okay dear?” John’s mom asked lovingly.
“Yes ma’am,” John replied, still feeling ashamed of what he had done
again. He was almost 14 and he was still wetting the bed. What would
his friends think of him? “They would laugh at me.” John thought.
After John and his mom had finished stripping the sheets off of his
bed, they put the wet sheets into the washing machine, and then they
put some fresh, clean sheets on the bed. John’s mother was really
starting to get worried about her son. This was the seventh time in two
weeks now that he had wet the bed, and neither she nor her husband,
whom by the way is divorced due to him being an alcoholic, wet the bed
as children. She decided that she would schedule a doctor’s appointment
for John tomorrow.
While John was in the shower, he began thinking on why he was wetting
the bed. “Is there something wrong with me?” he thought to himself.
“None of my friends wet the bed as far as I know, and I am pretty sure
that they would laugh at me for doing it,” John sadly thought to
himself, but little did he know that his friend, Danny, also was a bed
wetter, but he had been wetting the bed since he was 7, but, even after
the years of sleepovers they had together, Danny had managed to keep it
a secret from John, for fear that John would make fun of him for it.
John had only been bedwetting for a week.
Later that day, the phone rang and John’s mom answered it. “Hi, this is
the Hoeppner residence. May I ask who is speaking?”
“Hello Mrs. Hoeppner, is John there?” asked John’s friend Danny.
“John, it’s for you!” John’s mother yelled upstairs to him.
“Okay! One minute!” John yelled back. He was using the bathroom.
When John got to the phone, his mother said, “Please be quick. I need
the phone as soon as you’re done,” John’s mom said. She was inquiring
about the doctor’s appointment, but John still did not know about it.
“Hi Danny! What’s up?” John asked his friend.
“Nothing much. I was just wondering if we could spend the night
together on Friday?” Danny asked his friend. Friday was two days from
today, which would be a day after John’s doctors’ appointment.
“One second, I’ll ask my mom” John said. “Hay mom, is it okay if Danny
sleeps over on Friday?” John asked his mother.
“What about your bedwetting? Do you want him to find out about that?”
His mother asked, though not loudly enough so that Danny could hear.
“It will be okay. We could get some diapers or something today or
tomorrow,” John said, being really careful not to be too loud, as he
had his finger over the microphone of the phone.
“I guess… if that’s what you really want…” John’s mother said.
John was talking to Danny again, “Yeah it’s okay. Just be sure to bring
some soda!” he said, not paying any attention to his bedwetting.
“Okay, I will. See’ya on Friday at three o’clock!” Danny said.
“That works for me. Bye!” and with that, they hung up. He handed the
phone to his mom.
“Thank you sweetie!” She said. She dialed the doctor’s number into the
phone.
A receptionist answered the phone, “Hello! Dr. Vons office! How may I
help you?” she asked.
“Hi! I was wondering if I could schedule an appointment for my son
tomorrow. He’s been having some trouble with wetting the bed lately,”
John’s mom said.
“Why yes, there is an opening between one and one-thirty. Shall I
squeeze you in?” she asked.
“Yes ma’am that will be fine. Thank you! Bye”
“Good by, ma’am,” and with that, they hung-up.
The rest of the day went by the same as any normal summer day for John:
watch TV, play some video games, eat dinner, have a shower, and go to
sleep around eleven, after watching some more TV.
The next day, John’s mom woke him up at around ten, the same as
yesterday, only to find that john had wet the bed again, which makes
that four times this week.
“Get ready John, we need to leave at twelve-thirty to get to the
doctors office on time!” John’s mom said.
“Why are we going to the doctors?” John asked, sounding worried.
“I scheduled an appointment for you today to see if the doctor can help
with your bedwetting, now hurry, you only have two-and-a-half hours
till we have to go,” John’s mom said.
“Okay,” John replied to his mother, still a little worried. On the
bright side he had a sleepover tomorrow to look forward to.
On the way to the doctors, John listened to some music with his mom.
When they got there, John’s mom signed in and they both waited until it
was around one o’ clock.
“The doctor will see you now, John,” said the same receptionist that
answered the phone yesterday.
“So John, what seems to be the problem?” Dr. Von asked him in his husky
voice.
“Well… I’ve kind of been wetting the bed for the past week, Dr. Von,”
John said nervously.
“Well I guess I will need to take a urine and blood sample,” Dr. Von
said. He picked up a small cup. “Take this to the bathroom and fill it
to the line with urine.”
“Yes sir,” John said. He did as he was told and came back.
“Okay, thank you John, now follow me and I will take a small blood
sample from you,” Dr. Von told John. John followed Dr. Von into a small
room. “Okay John, have a seat on this chair, and I will get the
needle.”
John waited for the doctor. About a minute later the doctor came back
with a small needle. “Okay John, I am going to need you to stick your
pointer finger out,” John once again did as he was told. “That’s good
John. Now you can go back to the waiting room while I tell your mother
what happened and what to do until we get the results, which should be
here tomorrow. I will give you a call when I get everything. Have a
good day!” the doctor said.
It took good ten or twenty minutes for the doctor to get done talking
and for John and his mom the get back into the car.
“So what did the doctor say to do, mom?” John asked his mom.
“He suggested that I buy you some Goodnites today and not to worry. He
also said that everything should be okay,” his mother said.
After that, they went to CVS. John was embarrassed about buying diapers
for him, so he let his mom do it, and he went off to look at something
else.
“John, were leaving now!” John’s mom called to him.
“Okay! Be right there!” John answered. His mom ended up buying him four
packs of Large Goodnites.
“This should be enough for a few weeks,” Johns mom said. “Tomorrow you
get to spend the night with Danny, but tonight we get to see if your
Goodnite will hold your pee. The rest of the day went on, the same as
every other, except that night. John was nervous about wearing the
Goodnite, but he knew it would be better than waking up in a cold,
smelly, sticky, and stinky bed. He put one on, got into bed, watched
some TV, and fell asleep…
TO BE CONTINUED….. Whenever I get time to write more…