I am not a baby! (A bedwetter's story)
Date Published: September 22, 2020, 4:20am
Written By: CampersPampers1
Hi all,
This is my first attempt at story writing in two decades. It is a story about a bedwetter who still wets his sheets a few nights a week, and his struggles. I won’t give away more. You have to read the story to see what happens. The story is written at a slow, suspenseful pace. I have already written several chapters, and it goes in a predictable direction, albeit by a path I have not seen an ABDL story take before. Hopefully it is something new and exciting, though it starts off fairly conventionally.
I hope you enjoy
Chapter 1
It was a sunny September afternoon in 1993, and Daniel Wagner, a 4th Grade student, is walking home from school. The breeze is light and warm, but the yellowing leaves foretell the coming of cooler weather in the coming months.
It had been a good day at school. In spite of Daniel’s mediocre athletic skills in gym class, he volunteered to pitch at baseball, and managed to strike out his nemesis Chris, and one other classmate, while also getting on base every time he was at bat. It was also the day his class visited the library, which was a nice break from regular classwork. The librarian had read “The Berenstain Bears and the Nerdy Nephew” , which Daniel could relate to, as one of the smartest kids in his class.
Daniel’s intelligence had not helped him with making many friends at school. But, he did have a few close friends he played with regularly. His next-door neighbour, Jeff Lee, was a few months older than Daniel, and they had been friends since they were 3. Daniel’s other friend, Tim Krieger, lived about a kilometer away on an acreage at the edge of town. While Jeff was studious and his house had lots of electronics and toys (his dad Franz was an engineer), Tim was more down to earth and enjoyed outdoor activities, as well as building and creating things. Tim and Daniel were also in the same Cub Scout Pack, and regularly played in the field behind Tim’s house.
Daniel’s house was two blocks from school. If he walked fast, he could get home in just over five minutes, using the alley behind the school as a shortcut. It had not rained for several days, so the gravel alley was dry. When it rained, however, the alley became a slow, wide stream. Daniel and Jeff liked damming and channeling that muddy back alley by shifting the mud with their boots, creating new streams and lakes, much to the chagrin of neighbours who wanted a flat, dry alleyway to drive on.
Daniel could now see his house, and as he approached it, he could see the family cat Harley in the front window. He unlocked the front door, and Harley came running and began rubbing up against his leg, asking to be petted. Daniel scritched Harley’ chin and ears, then petted her back before heading upstairs.
Over the summer, Daniel’s parent’s, Susan and Ron, had experimented with leaving Daniel at home alone for the first time. While Daniel had not been allowed to stay home alone all day while his parents were at work, he had demonstrated he was responsible enough to be left alone for a few hours after school, until they came home from work, around 5:30.
Daniel was still getting used to being alone at home, and figuring out what to do with himself until his family got home. Normally, he would play with his brother, Matthew. However, because Matthew was six years old, and Daniel was only nine, Matthew went home with his babysitter Elaine, until he was picked up by their Dad when he got off work.
Daniel had a lot to look forward to tonight. It was Tim and Daniel’s first Cub Scout meeting of the year. Both of them were now in their last year of Cub Scouts, before they could move up to become Boy Scouts the next year. A few of their friends had moved up to Boy Scouts this year, or quit Scouts altogether. Daniel was thinking and hoping that he or Tim might be made Sixer or Seconder of their group, they now being among the oldest Cubs.
Daniel went downstairs to Matthew and his playroom, which had an old bed in the corner, and doubled as a guest room on the rare occasions his parents had guests. Most of the time, however, Lego was strewn across the floor, since building their own creations was Daniel and Matthew’s favourite thing to do when they had to play inside quietly.
As he played, Daniel thought to himself “I wish I had more Lego sets to make things out of, like Jeff has.” While Jeff had less Lego overall, he had more cool new sets, with unique pieces. Daniel and Matthew did have several blue tubs of regular Lego blocks, and a few base boards on which to construct what came to their imaginations. Daniel began working on a large, many-wheeled, off-road vehicle, while continuing to think about Cub Scouts that night.
The vehicle was mostly constructed, when the phone rang. Daniel rushed upstairs to answer the phone, before the answering machine triggered. Daniel got there just in time.
“Hello?” Daniel said.
“Hi Daniel. It’s Tim. How was your day?”
“Pretty good,” Daniel said. “I had no homework today. My parents aren’t home yet, so I was playing with my Lego.”
“Lucky you,” said Tim. “My parents are home, and wouldn’t let me play after school today until my homework was done, since we have Cubs tonight. Are you excited to start Cubs again?”
“Yes!” Daniel said, very enthusiastically. “I’ve missed the meetings and games, and haven’t seen some of the guys since we wrapped up last June. I wonder what our friends have been doing all summer?”
“I heard Jan visited his grandparents in the Netherlands,” Tim said. “He liked spending time with them, and said the Netherlands was beautiful and interesting. My parents are already teaching me German for when we go to Germany next summer. I already speak some German at home, so I hope I learn enough before we go.”
“I’m sure you will,” Daniel said. “You already speak German sometimes with your parents while I’m over. I’m sure you will do fine.”
“I hope,” Tim said.
“So,” Tim said, “I know we are going to see each other at Cubs tonight. I called about something else. My parents said that since we had so much fun at Cub camp last spring, that if we wanted, we could have a campout sleepover behind my house in my tent, before the weather turns cold. Do you want to?” Tim said, very excitedly.
“I don’t know,” said Daniel. “I have to ask my parents first, and you know how strict they have been about me going to sleepovers in the past.”
“But Daniel,” Tim said. “Your parents are now letting you stay at home alone after school. If you can stay at home alone for a few hours a day, I don’t see why your parents wouldn’t let you sleep over with me in my back yard, with my parents less than a minute away?”
“I don’t know,” Daniel said. “My parents have been kinda weird about me spending whole days at friend’s houses. And they haven’t let anyone stay overnight at our house, either.”
“Can you try, please,” Tim said. “You’re my best friend, and we always have fun in my back yard. And spending a whole day, camping, and building forts, would be really fun. My parents said they would even let us light a fire!”
“I’ll ask,” Daniel said. “But, it’s up to my parents. Don’t hate me if they say no.”
“Great!” Tim said. “I’ll see you at the Cubs meeting tonight!”
“See you then,” Daniel said. “Bye now.”
“Bye,” Tim said.
Daniel hung up. A sleepover with his friend Tim was something he really wanted, but also feared. Because Daniel still wet the bed.