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Author: bedw3ttingpants
Timestamp: May 14, 2025 at 12:50 AM
Content: This story follows a 13 year old boy from England, who’s life is about to head in a totally unexpected direction.

Tommy’s Trials

Chapter One - Calm before the Storm

Tommy was like any other 13 year old boy in England. He went to school, played video games, loved football, and had few cares in life. The boy lived a very normal life, but all that was about to change.

“Wake up Tommy, it’s time for school!” shouted Mum

Groggily, the lad rubbed his eyes and threw off his covers. He pulled off his grey Pokémon pajamas, allowing them to pool on the floor, with Pikachu’s yellow figure smiling back at him. Tommy loved Pokémon, even if the other kids thought it was too babyish now. He grabbed his grey school shorts, white shirt, clip on tie, black blazer, and prepared to put on his regular ensemble.

It was the first day back at Riverside High School, and the summer break was over. The boy had so much fun, and now was the return the monotony of secondary school.

“I made you boys some toast” said mum, as Tommy walked into the kitchen.

“Thanks mummy!” squealed Tommy’s little brother Riley. The 7 year old boy was always full of energy, despite the fact it was 8am. The boys ate breakfast and prepared to leave, their emotions greatly contrasting each other.

“Let’s go Riley, we’re gonna be late” exclaimed Tommy, grabbing his little brother’s hand. So they set off, with their first stop being Riverside Primary for Riley. Tommy was a good big brother & walked his annoying sibling to school every day.

They arrived at Riley’s school, just a five minute walk away from Tommy’s. The boys hugged and said goodbye, but not before the supervising teacher stumbled upon them. She was new, the boys had never seen her before.

“Okay boys, come on, school starts soon, get yourselves inside” said Miss Lisa, ushering them inside the great gates.

Tommy instantly realised what was happening. The uniforms were similar and his secondary school blazer was in his bag, the teacher had mistaken him for a primary school kid. Tommy was small for his age, often mistaken for much younger than he was. The two brothers were similar in size, and many adults believed them to be twins at first glance.

“I don’t go to this school” Tommy glumly replied, “I’m in high school”.

“Oh I’m so sorry, I thought you were another one of our boys” apologised Miss Lisa.

“Apology not accepted” thought Tommy, he was sick of being mistaken for a little kid, wondering when he would finally have a growth spurt.

So Riley marched in excitedly, and Tommy left for Riverside High. His eyes set on the familiar ancient blue gates, a lighthouse guiding the way for ships of tired sailors in the dark morning. He mentally prepared himself for the first day of school, unknowing of the crashing waves which were about to sink his life into a totally different direction.

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Author: bedw3ttingpants
Timestamp: May 14, 2025 at 12:51 AM
Content: Chapter Two - Release the floodgates

Tommy entered Riverside High, the school he’d been attending for the past few years. He was in year 9, beginning his third year at the school, yet to start his exams but still under more pressure than the new arrivals.

“Hey Tommy, how was your summer?” asked Theo, Tommy’s best (and one of his only) friends.

“It was good bro, how was yours?” replied Tommy, happy to see his mate again. They’re visited each others houses a few times over summer, but it had been a while.

“It was so much fun, we went on holiday to Spain.” said Theo with a smile on his face.

Theo was somewhat of an antithesis to Tommy, whilst the former stood at 5”4 Tommy was about 4”5. Tommy was mistaken for younger, whereas Theo was thought to be older. However, their contrasts only served to strengthen their bonds!

The two lads walked to class, prepared to start their day. Everything went as normal for the most part, bouncing around from English to Biology; Break to Art; Drama to Maths. But, Maths class was where things were about to take a turn for poor Tommy.

Mrs.Samson was as ancient as time, the long standing guardian of Mathematics at Riverside High. She had been teaching for what seemed like millennium, every student, past and present knew her name. This ancient guardian ruled with an iron fist, every boy knew not to mess with her, for they feared facing her devastating wrath.

Soon after Tommy had entered her classroom, he began to realise his urge to pee. Now, being smaller than average also meant that Tommy’s bladder was not the best at holding. He’d had a few close calls in the past, but managed to avoid major embarrassment. Despite this, the occasion felt more significant, he was already relatively desperate to go only 15 minutes into the hour maths class. Mrs.Samson never allowed anyone to go pee during class, she was strict & unfair, seemingly molded by all her years teaching.

Tommy fought on, determined to make it through and find sweet release after class had finished. He found him self staring at the clock, only thirty minutes had passed and he was desperate. The boys hand shot up immediately.

“Miss, please can I go to the toilet?” Asked Tommy politely

“No! You can hold it until this lesson is over!” Shot back Mrs.Samson.

“She is the absolute worst” thought Tommy, silently cursing her under his breath. The need was urgent at this point, and he wasn’t sure whether he could hold it for another thirty minutes. He decided to distract himself with maths problems, but the issue was impossible to ignore. Suddenly he felt himself leak a small bit of pee, it was only a couple of seconds but a small wet spot began to form on his grey shorts. His hand shot to his crotch in attempt to stop the flow and limit his desperation. Thankfully, the grey shorts did well to conceal the little wetness which had appeared.

Tommy knew he had to go soon, otherwise he would pee himself in front of everybody in class. Once again, his hand raised, seeking the attention of Mrs.Samson. There were now 15 minutes left of class, but he knew that was a countdown to doom. The teacher sauntered over, with no rush, to find out the issue.

“Miss, I really need to go, I can’t hold it…”whispered Tommy, tears forming in his eyes.

The teacher stared at him for a while, her cold eyes seemingly taking pity on the young lad. “Very well, be back before class is over, and you will have to stay after school in detention for however long you take.” said Mrs.Samson, the foul dragon choosing to take pity on the small boy.

So Tommy pushed his chair back, hands still over his crotch, and exited the classroom. He began to make his way towards the toilets, still absolutely bursting to pee. The bathrooms were the other side of the school, so his battle continued a while longer. He speed walked as fast as he could, eventually making it to the toilets.

Tommy threw open a stall door, with little regard for the racket being made. He had to go, and he had to go now! He struggled with the button and clip on his shorts, attempting to unfasten them. As he tried, the boys hands raised from his crotch, allowing a small spurt of wee to escape. He clenched again, hoping the damage wasn’t too significant. The flow had stopped but the penny sized wet spot on the exterior of his shorts had grown to the size of a baseball.

“I need to go, now!” Tommy thought, panicked. He was 13, he couldn’t wet himself like a little boy! Finally, he undid his shorts, pulling them down, but his momentary success brought more relief. This caused the lad to stop holding, enabling another spurt of wee to flow into his school shorts. As he pulled his pants & undies down, beginning to pee on the toilet, he assessed the damage.

Upon review, the once penny sized wet spot on the front of his grey school shorts had spread across, covering the entire crotch of his shorts. It would be immediately obvious to anybody who saw, exactly what had happened.

Tommy blushed, his face red as a rose, it had been nearly a year since he’d last had an accident, he really thought he was over it…

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Author: bedw3ttingpants
Timestamp: May 14, 2025 at 12:51 AM
Content: Chapter Three - Nurse’s Office

He didn’t know what to do, his mind was crowded with a sea of negative thoughts as he stared down at his now wet school shorts. It would be immediately obvious to all that saw, he’d really wet himself at 13 years old! Shame enveloped his body, only pushed out by the immediate need for a solution.

Sure, the lad had been victim to a few accidents over the years, mostly as a result of his small bladder caused by his little frame. But, every time that happened it was in much less public situations, not less surrounded by friends and peers. Tommy weighed his options. Either go back to class and hope nobody noticed, or go to the nurses office and ask for help. The boy decided to go for the latter, not enjoying the idea of all his classmates witnessing what he’d done.

“Go, quickly, go, go, before anybody sees you” he thought to himself, pacing down the seemingly endless school hallways with his heart beating out of his chest. After what felt like an age, he had finally made it. The intimidating blue gateway which meant he’d need to put his wet shorts on full display. He knocked, and then waited for a response.

“Come in!” came a shout from a woman’s voice, her mood contrasting his own.

Tommy turned the doorknob, apprehensively shuffling his way into the room. He’d never seen the inside before, witnessing a small room with blue painted walls. There were diagrams and posters lining the wall, with cracks of blue paint attempting to escape from behind. The bright wooden floors were accompanied by a sky blue ceiling that had aeroplanes painted across. It felt warm and comfortable, just the environment you’d want if you had the need to come here he supposed. At a small wooden desk in the back corner sat a young woman, dressed in a vibrant woolly jumper and light blue pants.

“Hey hon, what did you need?” enquired the woman, still looking at her computer.

Tommy blushed, he could barely get the words out. “Um… Miss, I had an accident.”.

“An accident? What happened, did you fall ov-“ said the woman, stopped in her sentence, staring at his soaked shorts. “Aww honey it’s okay, I’ll help you out. Poor thing.”.

He was humiliated, going to the nurses office in wet pants when he was 13, he felt like such a baby.

“I’m Miss Summer, what’s your name bud?” she asked.

“Tommy.” he replied bluntly, wanting this to be over and done with.

Miss Summer walked over to a cupboard, pulling out a ziplock baggie as well as some clothes. “And what size do you wear Tommy?” further questioning the humiliated boy.

“8-9 years Miss.” Tommy glumly shot back, embarrassed further by the fact he still could only fit into little kids sizes.

“Hmmm… I’m not sure we have any spare clothes in those sizes, normally the smallest we have is 10-11 for the little year 7’s.” said Miss Summer, beginning to rummage through the cupboards again. “Ah, we have some 9-10 undies, but you’ll have to make do with 11-12 shorts, that’s all we have I’m afraid.” she conveyed sympathetically.

Tommy was handed the clothes and went into the other room to change. Upon further inspection, the underwear she’d given him were briefs with little footballs on them. He groaned at the childish undies, but dealt with it as he had no other choice. He removed his shorts and undies, which were now stained an embarrassing yellow hue, and pulled on the clean clothes. The shorts were way too big for him, and hung off his slender frame, showing the back of his underwear to any curious passer by’s. “Could this day get any worse?” he thought to himself.

Suddenly, his train of thought was interrupted by a shout from the other room. “Tommy, what’s your last name? I can’t find you on the year 7’s list.” said Miss Summer.

The boy froze momentarily, goosebumps covering his body. Not only was she going to note down his accident on the school system, but she had also mistaken him for a year 7. He was in year 9!

“It’s Wyatt, and I’m not in year 7 Miss, I’m in year 9.” Tommy whispered back, feeling his face go hot.

“Oh I’m sorry honey, I thought you were one of our new year 7’s because I’ve not seen you before and you’re so little” laughed Miss Summer. “Ah I’ve found you, okay I’m just going to make a note about this in your file, and contact your mum to come pick you up bud” she said bluntly.

Tears began to form around his eyes once again, this was overwhelming for the boy. Not only was any teacher who checked his file going to be able to see that he’d wet himself, but mum was also going to find out…

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Author: bedw3ttingpants
Timestamp: May 14, 2025 at 12:52 AM
Content: Chapter Three - A long way home

Tommy was distraught, he wanted this to be a secret, exclusive to him and reluctantly Miss Summer. But now his mum was being notified, and she would know he’d had an accident at 13! His heart was palpitating, a melodic rush of drum and bass, intense emotions were overwhelming him, and he began to sob.

“Please don’t tell my mum” weeped Tommy, in floods of tears.

“Sorry Tommy, it’s school policy, I have no choice” answered Miss Summer, staring at him pitifully.

Tears and snot ran down his face, this wasn’t fair, why did this have to happen to him?

“Your mum says she’s on the way to pick you up, so you don’t need to go back to class.” Said Miss Summer, focusing on the issue at hand.

Tommy stopped crying, now facing his harrowing reality. He took a seat on the small grey chair, his baggy shorts sagging down his legs and revealing a sliver of the new babyish briefs covering his groin. The boy waited for his mum to come pick him up, now in dry pants.

Eventually, mum arrived. “Oh Tommy, you poor baby!” Mum exclaimed, feeling sorrow for her teenage son. Having an accident in school at 13 must be the end of the world for him, she thought to herself. Mum enveloped Tommy in a warm embrace, giving warmth to her recently cold little boy.

“Here are his shorts and undies.” Said Miss Summer, handing her a plastic baggy with sodden shorts and underwear. “Please return the spare clothes when you can.”.

“Thank you so much for looking after him.” Replied mum, grateful that her child had been taken care of, avoiding unnecessary embarrassment to the boy. “Let’s go Tommy.” She said, grabbing his hand and leading him out of the room.’

Eventually, they got to the car. Tommy’s tearful eyes were bloodshot red and he’d stopped crying, yet he dared not utter a word. Mum picked him up, placing him into his booster seat & bucking him in.

“Tommy, when we get home I want you to change into your pajamas, I’m sorry you had to go through this bud” said mum, seeing the embarrassment in his eyes.

So they set off, heading home. Tommy still had a slight urge to pee, but chose to ignore it, avoiding bringing the embarrassing subject up. He didn’t want to seem like a baby who couldn’t hold it, especially not in front of his mum. He was supposed to b the big brother, way past having accidents, yet here he sat after having wet his pants. Going home early whilst his little brother was happily in school, and fully able to make the bathroom in time.

“Mum must think I’m such a baby…” Tommy thought, drowning in the shame of his recent accident. As they drove home he reflected upon his issues. Sure, this was the first full on accident, but he’d never really stayed dry all the time. The lad had managed to hide it up until now however his issue ran far deeper than this sole humiliating public incident…

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Author: bedw3ttingpants
Timestamp: May 14, 2025 at 12:53 AM
Content: Chapter Four- Afternoon Nap

Tommy stared aimlessly out the window for what seemed like an age, reflecting on the days events as if he were one of the great scholars. Eventually mum pulled into their home, viewing her son in the fender mirror. He looked lost, like a despaired puppy waiting to be adopted.

Mum lead inside, gently reaching for his hand, the guide in his darkness.

“Tommy, what happened today baby?” said mum, care in her voice.

Tommy groaned, “I really had to go mum, but I didn’t want to upset Mrs.Samson so I waited…”

“I just couldn’t hold it, I’m sorry mum.” he stated glumly.

“It’s okay Tommy, accidents happen.” She replied.

Tommy headed for his room, the only solace in the warfare of his mind. The days events had exhausted the boy, so he planned to sleep it off. Tommy stripped off his borrowed school attire, left only in his borrowed childish briefs. He thought it silly to change out of them now, so lay down looking to put this all behind him. His head hit the pillow like a sack of bricks, quickly falling into a sorrowful sleep.

Tommy awoke to his brothers cherubic face gazing at his own.

“I heard you wet your pants!” shouted Riley, giggling.

The lad rubbed his eyes groggily, confused at the image before him. There stood his little brother, seemingly home from school, mocking him for having an accident. “Why did mum tell him” he thought, annoyed at the prospect of his accident being discussed with others.

Tommy rose from bed, still in his childish football emblazoned briefs. The contrast between the brothers was striking. 13 year old Tommy stood in his babysit football briefs, home early after having an accident at school, whilst the 7 year old Riley was fully dressed at eye level.

Tommy blushed a shade of crimson red, humiliated by their differing status. He really felt like the little brother in that moment despite being almost twice Riley’s age.

“Shut up you idiot!” screeched Tommy, instantly embarrassed by his childish outburst.

“Mummmmmmmm, Tommy told me to shut up” tattled Riley, not letting the boy get away with anything.

“Tommy, be nice to your little brother.” Sake mum.

“Yeah Tommy, I didn’t even say anything bad, you really did have an accident!” Exclaimed Riley, smirking happily.

Tommy groaned, now even his little brother knew about the accident at school! Things were going from bad to worse for the young boy, it seemed as though his bathroom escapades were public knowledge now.

Suddenly, Tommy realised his need to pee was urgent once again. The short afternoon nap had done nothing but heighten his need. Thankfully the bathroom was only a few feet away. He quickly sprinted to the toilet, relieving himself in the correct place this time. He washed his hands and prepared to hide in his room once again, however was ambushed by mum outside the bathroom.

“It’s dinner time Tommy, let’s go.” Said mum, once again dragging him by the hand. Tommy fought back, alas his strength was inferior to that of his mothers. Here he was, 13 years old and being dragged down to dinner by his mum, wearing only a pair of football briefs designed for boys four years his junior at least. Could this day get any more shameful?

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Author: bedw3ttingpants
Timestamp: May 14, 2025 at 12:53 AM
Content: Chapter Five - The Day is Done

The three of them sat around the dinner table.

Mum, dressed in her pretty flowery dress, looking as beautiful as ever. Riley wearing his school uniform, grey shorts and a blue polo shirt, fitting for the seven year old. And Tommy, clad in only his football briefs, looking as though he was the littlest of them all.

“Tommy, what happened today?” asked mum.

“It was an accident mum” said Tommy solemnly. “Teacher didn’t let me go until it was too late and I couldn’t hold it, I’m sorry.”

“Awww it’s okay baby, accidents happen.” Mum answered, feeling pained for her little boy.

Riley butted in, “I’ve not wet myself since I was five!”.

“Be nice Riley, your brother just had an accident, and that’s not true, you wet your bed just a few months ago!” said Mum, sternly.

Riley and Tommy both blushed a crimson red in unity. Riley at being called out for his bedtime mishaps, and Tommy at being compared to his seven year old little brother.

The family enjoyed their meal, chatting about various things. The focus had shifted from Tommys terrible day, and everything felt normal again, despite his dressing situation.

The boys both bathed, mum supervising, and then got ready for bed. Tommy pulled on his favourite pajamas, emblazoned with his favourite character Pikachu, whilst Riley wore his fuzzy striped onesie.

Mum tucked them both in, kissing the boys goodnight and wishing them sweet dreams.

“Tommy, don’t worry about today, it was only a one off” said Mum, care in her voice.

Tommy blushed again, and said goodnight, beginning to reflect on the days events. He was embarrassed to wet himself at 13 years old, but glad that it was over and done with. Laying his head down on the pillow, he was drowsy and began to fall into a deep sleep.

Fantastic dreams flowed through his mind, with all types of scenarios. Sleep was deep after an eventful day which had exhausted the boy, so he began a great nights rest.

Tommy awoke to the sound of his alarm blaring, the next day had arrived. Sun escaped through the cracks of his curtains, enveloping the room, the time for school had once again arrived.

However, before he could even consider the reality of returning to school after such an accident, he froze. There was a cold and wet feeling between his legs. His sheets felt clammy, an unusual feeling for the boy.

He felt his crotch, and immediately pulled back his sheets, only to see a wet spot covering a large area of the bed. After having an accident yesterday, Tommy thought it was all over and done with, but alas the boy realised a shocking truth. He had wet the bed…



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Author: bedw3ttingpants
Timestamp: May 14, 2025 at 12:54 AM
Content: Chapter Six - Damp Morning

Tommy was absolutely horrified. He had once again wet himself at 13 years old, he was supposed to be maturing into an adult yet felt as though he was progressing backwards! His favourite pokemon pajamas were soaked, a large stain around the crotch and bum, displaying his accident in full force. His bed appeared as though a lake had flowed through it, with the gigantic wet patch under where he lay. The last time Tommy had wet his bed was when he was Riley’s age, seven!!!

He quickly arose, ready to hide the evidence from the family, but as he stood up the door suddenly burst open.

“Tommy, it’s time for scho-“ mum trailed off, visibly alarmed.

There Tommy stood, a huge wet spot on his pajamas & an even bigger one to match on his mattress that had a slight yellow tinge. The room had a distinct smell which she had dealt with countless times as a mother, the smell of urine. Before her was a blushing boy, incredibly embarrassed to have been discovered.

Tears once again formed in Tommys eyes, his emotions welled due to the nature of the situation. Having an accident at 13 whilst in school was embarrassing, but having two accidents in the space of a day, this time with his mother watching, was absolutely humiliating.

He thought he was almost ready to be an adult, yet in this moment felt like a little boy. Time slowed to a halt, the moment felt as though it was an eternity, Tommy was a deer caught in headlights. He couldn’t hide it now, he was covered in pee and had wet his bed, shrouds of shame enveloped all.

“Oh you poor baby…” sympathised Mum, a sorrowful look on her face.

“Mum I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s happening with me.” he whispered with a soft voice.

Mum immediately sprang into action, gently taking Tommy by the hand and leading him to the bathroom. Tommy followed along obediently, feeling as though there was no other option.

“Take off those wet clothes and hop into the shower now.” Said mum with authority. “I’ll deal with your wet sheets and clothes, so just get yourself cleaned up Tommy, you need to be ready for school soon.”.

Continuing to obey, Tommy slowly stripped off his soaked garments, feeling the dampness stay between his legs and bum. As they came down his legs, the sight of his once white undies now yellowed simply added to the shame

His clothes piled onto the floor in a heap, quickly swept up by mum as she left the room. Tommy hopped into the shower, cleaning himself up as best he could. This was accident number two and immense dread of more repeats filled him. If it had happened twice, he felt fearful of more incidents, dreading to consider the consequences.

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Author: bedw3ttingpants
Timestamp: May 14, 2025 at 12:55 AM
Content: Chapter Seven - Back 2 School

Tommy dried himself off with an old Toy Story towel & got ready for school. The boy pulled on a fresh pair of white Spider-Man undies, as well as his grey school shorts and white shirt. He looked very smart and grown up (compared to usual), a severe contrast to how he’d felt these past couple days.

Riley, Mum, and Tommy jumped in the car in order to avoid being late. The little brother was dropped off at the little school, whilst big brother made his way to big school. Tommy walked through the gates, dreading the day. He’d gone to the bathroom the previous day and never returned, making the reality extremely obvious to any classmate who dwelled on the situation. Every boy & girl would know that Tommy wet himself at 13 years old!

The small boy braced himself for a torrent of humiliation and embarrassment, ready to receive an onslaught of abuse. He tentatively stepped into the classroom, dreading the impending backlash. But… there was nothing. Everybody was acting normally, as though nothing was amiss.

“Nobody must have realised!” Thought Tommy, a wide smile on his cheeky face.

He sat down with his friends, awaiting the beginning of the school day. Everything was going normally, classes a bore but the kids found solace in their time spent together. That was until break time.

P.E. was the next class, so Tommy needed to retrieve his kit from his locker. He split off from Theo & the others, rushing towards the lockers. As he opened the door, a small piece of paper floated out. He grabbed it off the floor, unfolding the curious object to reveal a message. Tommy froze, beginning to redden with embarrassment.

“I KNOW THAT YOU WET YOURSELF.” it read, in all capitals.

He was shocked, previously believing that nobody had noticed & his accident had been consequence free. Tommy pondered, who on earth could this note be from? It had to be someone he knows well, after all how would they get his locker combination. Blood pressure was through the roof as trust cracked, Tommy couldn’t take any of his relationships at face value now. Somebody knew, and they wanted him to to know that, for whatever reason…

Due to heightened emotions, and the nervousness, Tommy felt a sudden spurt of wee deposit itself into his briefs. It was only enough to cause a small wet patch on his shorts, however it was another accident nonetheless. This time he forgave himself, after all this perceived blackmail truly was terrifying.

Because of his small accident, Tommy rushed to the bathroom, hoping to prevent any further toilet mistakes. Sitting down on the stall toilet, and pulling down his shorts, he inspected the damage to his pants.

There was a fairly large sized wet spot on his briefs, with a little one on his shorts. The shorts would be unnoticeable and dry quickly, however the briefs were an entirely different issue. From the trauma, he had expected this wet stain covering his briefs a yellow hue to leave a slight stain but realised mum would notice in an instant if he didn’t hide them.

The boy returned to class after break, ignoring the dampness in his pants & pretending like things were normal. His eyes darted around the room, speculating on the source of the strange message, like prey watching out for its hunter. The rest of the day continued normally, without incident. Maths, English & Spanish lessons dragged by, terrifically boring as usual.

Now, the day was over. Tommy said goodbye to his best friend Theo, and made his way over to Riverside Primary, collecting his little brother Riley.

As they prepared for the trek home, Riley appeared puzzled.

“Ewww, it smells like pee!” he exclaimed.

Tommy blushed, “it’s probably one of the younger kids at your school.” he retorted.

Riley was taken slightly aback by the tone, but dropped the issue. The two brothers headed home, hand in hand, exhausted from a long day of school.

As they stepped into the house, Tommy sprinted upstairs into his room. Riley thought it was strange, why was his big brother so desperate to be home, but continued on with his day. Tommy pulled off his shorts and undies, shoving them down the side of his bedroom wardrobe, and then grabbing a new pair. There was no way he could let mum see the yellow stained aftermath of today, so he vowed to throw the underwear out at his earliest convenience.

Now re-dressed, Tommy made his way to the playroom, seeing Riley already engrossed in a Lego masterpiece. He joined his seven year old brother, aiding in the building of a one piece themed Lego set, the Going Merry. As if both were veteran construction workers, they assembled their Lego masterpiece. Both boys loved anime, and One Piece was their favourite, so Tommy had no issue in helping create the Going Merry out of lego, despite viewing legos as slightly babyish now.

As they finished, mum called both boys for tea. Steak Pie, air fried chips, and roasted broccoli was on the menu, their favourite meal from Mum. The three family members began to devour their plates, savouring the meal but moreso their time together.

“Tommy, don’t worry about the accidents the past couple days” began Mum, “they were one offs so I don’t want you to think I’m dissapointed.” She finished.

Tommy found himself blushing once again, and remained silent, focusing more on finishing his dinner.

“Tommy it’s okay my friend peed his pants the other day too!” Chimed in Riley, believing this would bring comfort.

Riley was a cheeky but sweet boy. The seven year old thought his words would help his brother, but the comparison to a little boy just made him feel more embarrassed.

Tommy chose to ignore the comments, finishing up his dinner and returning to his room. He prayed that any accidents were behind him, and prepared for bedtime by pulling on a fresh pair of pajamas. Orange and Charizard adorned, they looked like something a seven year old would be proud to wear, but he didn’t mind them nonetheless. He lay his head down, before mum entered to say goodnight.

“Goodnight baby, just know that mummy loves you.” She said, placing a kiss on the cheek before leaving.

That night, Tommy dreamt of the tumultuous last couple days, reflecting upon his situation. Dreams manifested into those days of his childhood, when it was just him & mum, before Riley was born. He imagined himself as a 6 year old boy, and how simple things were. He remembered mum teaching him to potty train, which he was late to. Tommy was a 6 year old boy, sitting on the potty, finally making the progress he should have. As he sat on his dream potty and began to pee, he felt a warm sensation around his legs. Whilst he was peeing on the potty in his dream, the reality was a stream of warm pee releasing into his pajamas, undies, and ultimately his fresh white bedsheets…

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Author: bedw3ttingpants
Timestamp: May 14, 2025 at 12:56 AM
Content: Chapter Eight - Dry Nights

Mum watched as her angelic cherub was engulfed in a deep sleep. Sure, Tommy was thirteen now but the angelic boy would forever remain her little boy, and she was glad that puberty was a late hitter. His skin was still as smooth as a babies, and the boy still relied on her greatly. Her seven year old and thirteen year old were not all that much different from each other.

Inhaling, mum noticed a strange yet familiar scent. It was the distinct smell of pee, filling Tommys room once again. She pulled back his recently fresh sheets, viewing a large wet patch engulfing his very self. The reality was clear to see for any onlooker, Tommy had once again wet his bed, as if he were still a little boy.

She sighed, mum thought her little man was maturing but there had been three accidents now in two days. Washing was expensive & time consuming, so with this pattern she considered alternative options. Mum could just let Tommy grow out of it again, or she could take action before another incident occurred. Constant wet beds were a hassle she believed to be in the past, in fact Tommy had stopped wetting the bed when he was 10 & Riley was 4.

Riley had never had a serious issue since he was potty trained at three, despite the occasional accident, but Tommy was more of a serial offender. There had been multiple episodes of bedwetting, along with the occasional pants wetting, throughout his entire life, it had never truly left him. Mum kept a pack of Drynites around for this exact issue, after all a parent can never be too prepared.

She dwelled upon her options, risk another wet bed and more washing, or request Tommy to wear Drynites once again for a little while. She knew the intense protests she faced, but saw no other option. All things considered, a wet pull up was preferable to a wet bed.

“Tommy, wake up baby…” she gently prodded.

“Hmmph…” Tommy groaned groggily, still peacefully enjoying his rest.

“You wet your bed again baby.” said Mum, filled with compassion.

Tommy shot up, startled out of rest by the foreboding words. He immediately noticed the dampness again around his crotch. The boy had once again peed in his bed whilst sleeping, it made him feel so little and pathetic. Riley rarely wet the bed, yet here he was on a continued streak at the age of thirteen. Tears formed around his eyes, this feeling of embarrassment was too much, and his emotions welled.

Water began pouring from his face, the boy was hysterical in fits of tears and hyperventilating.

“I’m sorry mummy.” he cried, feeling so childish. He was supposed to be a big boy yet he couldn’t even control his own bladder.

He was supposed to be much too big for any of these occurrences, but he now craved the comfort he once experienced as a child. This would be so much easier if he was still living in a simpler time, such as the time before Riley’s birth.

His pajamas were soaked from the night time wetting, and he sat in a pool of pee. It was a tragedy for the peace and tranquility of a boys sleep to be disturbed by this babyish issue.

Tommy arose, conscious of the large wet stain that surrounded his body. In attempt to appear grown up, he stripped the soiled garments immediately and began towards the fresh bath mum was running him.

It was filled with bubbles & soap which warmed the soul. Tommy abandoned his wet clothes & hopped in, cleaning up before school. There was no other option really, he couldn’t begin the school day reeking of stale pee, his friends would surely notice.

So, Tommy scrubbed himself until there was certainty the pee smell had disappeared. Nighttime wetting began to feel like a theme, no, a certainty of life for the boy. It was difficult to accept this new reality but he faced it with courage. Tommy was now a once again a bedwetter, he couldn’t control his pee at night, accidents were a certainty.

With this acceptance, the daytime ahead felt much easier. Sure, he was a bedwetter, but so were many boys his age (according to the statistics). He’d only experienced one daytime accident thus far, so as long as his bedwetting was dealt with privately he felt a sense of security & comfort in being looked after by mum.

After fully cleaning himself up, Tommy dressed himself in his classic school uniform as well as a pair tighty whitie briefs. It was all that remained in his closet, so the only option to choose from. His previous underwear choices had been wet through so to speak, and mum was making him & Riley share now due to their similar size.

Tommy stared at Riley, envying his little brother. Why was it that he kept having accidents yet his little brother was always so good at staying dry. Riley was so good at it, even though Tommy had to try everything to control it. His brother’s confident smile and dry sheets made Tommy feel frustrated & inferior, as though there was something wrong with him. Something he couldn’t fix no matter how much effort he exerted.

Tommy yearned to be like Riley - so carefree, so normal - but each night the result was the same. Each night he’d wake up, feeling embarrassed and ashamed, like a little kid who just couldn’t grow up, no matter how hard he tried.

The boys got ready for school, with walking on the table for today. Once again, they began hand in hand. Destination one was Riley’s school, Riverside Primary, and the boy was dropped off without incident. Destination two was Riverside High for Tommy. As he treaded towards the gates, dread enveloped his soul once again. He couldn’t afford any further accidents, or his maturity would be totally jeopardised. Fingers crossed, he walked through the grand school gates, praying for an uneventful day…

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Author: bedw3ttingpants
Timestamp: May 14, 2025 at 12:56 AM
Content: Chapter Nine - Dry Nites

As Tommy passed through the ancient school gates he was surprised to see his best friend Theo. Theo was waiting for the boy to show up, presumably concerned for his friends wellbeing after his traumatic last couple of days.

“Hey bro!” said Theo, in a friendly tone.

“Hi Theo!” Replied Tommy, putting on a happy face for his mate.

So the two boys walked to form alongside each other, prepared for the day ahead, and stronger together. Classes went as usual, boring for the two young lads. After Maths, English, and Science, back to back to back, it was now time for Art. Tommy headed to his locker, swinging open the door in order to retrieve his art book, until a concerning sight made the hairs stand up on his neck…

Inside of his locker, held up by blue tack, was a single photograph. The very carefree nature which defined Tommy was being shot down, he’d completely forgotten about yesterday’s incident until this very moment. It stood out like a sore thumb, the centre piece directly at eye level. It was a picture of him, a picture of him with his soaked shorts in the nurses office. Whoever had left that message the previous day, had evidence of his humiliation, only furthering the feelings of shame & dread.

“How the hell did they get this photo…” the terrified boy thought. “This could absolutely ruin my life.”.

One’s most vulnerable moment being captured on camera, permanently engraved into the thread of society, was embarrassing enough. But for this to be happening inside a secondary school, with hormones and emotions flying? It was the end of life as Tommy knew it.

He tore down the photo and slammed the locker shut, thoughts racing through his mind. Just who was threatening him like this, what did they hope to gain, were they really going to expose him!? It was bad enough to have an accident, even worse to have one at school. But for somebody to know, and be blackmailing him about it, this was the worst scenario imaginable.

Suddenly, Theo appeared behind the small boy.

“Everything okay dude? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Theo joked, not realising the intensity of Tommys current situation.

“Y- yeah, I’m fine, don’t worry about it…” Tommy stuttered, attempting to appear natural but clearly upset.

“Ok man… let’s go to art class then.” Theo responded, suspicious of his friend but not wanting to push the issue further.

So the boys headed to art class, continuing their mostly uneventful day. Tommy got desperate for the toilet a couple of times in class, but made it on time with no issues, portraying his determination to avoid a repeat of the other day. He knew that keeping dry shouldn’t, and wasn’t a problem for him based on the past few years. Despite this, the past couple days had worn the boy out. Anxiety levels were through the roof, with fear of another accident drowning him. Therefore, he made a conscious effort to try extra hard on making it to the bathroom, resulting in success!

Eventually school was over, Tommy said goodbye to Theo & headed for Riley’s school so they could make the journey home together. He greeted his little brother with a smile. Despite the warm demeanour, Tommy was cold as ice inside, pondering who could be blackmailing him at school. Suspicions fluttered. Was it Theo? Was it one of the bullies? Was it a teacher?!

The boys once again walked hand in hand, chatting about their days before finally arriving home.

Tommy & Riley walked in the door, happy to be home. Both lads sprinted up the stairs, racing each other, ready to get changed out of their school uniforms and prepare for the evening ahead. Riley beat Tommy, a familiar tale, making it to his room first. As Tommy opened the door to his room, he was taken aback by a familiar sight laying on his bed…

The bed was freshly made, with the scent of clean linen filling his nostrils. His dirty clothes were gone, put in the washing by mum. Spaceman wallpaper covered the walls, a reminder of his not so distant childhood. His pajamas lay on his bed, awaiting his presence, tiger print smiling at him kindly. However, one thing was amiss, one thing that had the boy aghast.

A single blue package rested atop his pajamas, it was so familiar yet so alien, as though an invader from another planet. He read the front, “Age 8-13” definitely his size, “30-48kg” certainly within his weight range. This foreign article which appeared before him, it had to be a joke. Some sort of prank by Riley, who was always up to mischief.

He didn’t need these anymore, in fact he’d outgrown any need for them years ago, or so he thought. This little blue package was his, or at least it used to be, he’d assumed mum had thrown them out ages ago! It was years old, an item he’d only needed when he was a little kid still, now Tommy was 13, a big kid who was much too old for this.

He tentatively stepped closer, to further examine the article which lay on his bed. His eyes must have been deceiving him, his vision misconstrued. But alas, what he was seeing was reality. He felt the blue plastic, and inhaled to a familiar scent. The packaging was already open, and this remnant of the past was clearly visible. Reality set in, tears welled like an aggressive tide, a sea of emotions engulfing his body.

The idea that this was some prank by his little brother, or that he was seeing wrong, had vanished. It was time to reflect on the past few days. Tommy had three accidents, one at school in the day & two incidents of bedwetting. Two daytime accidents if you considered the wet briefs from yesterday, however Tommy chose not to count this. The boy was regressing, seemingly unable to control his bladder recently, despite doing so well the past couple of years. So, what was the appropriate attire for a boy who struggles keeping his pants dry…?

Sitting on his bed was a pack of Drynites, aged 8-13. The very same pack he had employed to aid in keeping his bed dry years ago. The very same pack he believed himself to be finished with. The very same pack of nappies that the small statured boy was about to continue using…

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Author: bedw3ttingpants
Timestamp: May 14, 2025 at 12:57 AM
Content: Chapter Ten - Full Glory

So there they lay, a serene and tranquil contraction to Tommy’s currentl life situation. He’d last worn these when was 10 years old, three years ago., yet here they were again. The very same package of Drynites 8-13 which Tommy believed he was done with, finished with, over with. Assuming mum had thrown them out due to the lack of use, he’d completely emitted their existence from his scarred mind. But, rubbing his eyes, the same packet lay before him, opened with two of nine already taken out & soiled in the it so distant past.

The Drynites had originally been bought for Riley, who was a huskier built young man. They were a just-in-case insurance policy triggered by mums lack of trust and certainty in her 4 year olds ability to hold his pee. However, when Tommy began wetting the bed again at 10, very much not for the first time in his life, mum decided to re-introduce the good nites as a nightly wardrobe staple.

Mum preferred a dry bed & wet boy to a wet boy & wet bed, which would mean extra laundry. With that mentality, she ordered Tommy his very own case of 54 Drynites, presuming the quantity would last him through this entire bedwetting episode (and more). Truthfully, it did.

Tommy made his way through five entire packs of Drynites. That’s 45 night time nappies, 45 straight wet nights, and 45 humiliating mornings for Tommy. In addition, he went through one extra pajama pant of the final pack, whilst keeping the final pair clean and dry. Throughout this experience, the small boy had gotten used to peeing in a happy every night at ten years old.

Despite this, a three year sabbatical from peeing himself nightly had made the lad uncomfortable with the concept of wearing nappies again. Sure, he’d wet the bed for two successive nights, but that’s was an accident. It was all a result of his pants peeing episode in school, nothing to be concerned about!

Yet here sat a pack of pull-ups on his bed, once again welcoming him in for a happy & safe bedtime. So he could have could go to bed “worry free”, have a “dry night’s sleep” “and wake up awesome”…

Like a spectre in the night, Tommy felt mums presence hovering over his back. There the matriarch stood, towering over the little boy, a giant amongst boys.

“Mum, I don’t need to wear these… again…” muttered Tommy, feeling extremely little & submissive.

“Tommy, you’re wearing them, at least for tonight.” Stated Mum assertively. “You’ve wet the bed for the last two nights, so it’s better safe than sorry.”.

“But mum… I don’t need nappies, I’m not a baby!” Retorted the sad boy.

“Tommy they’re not nappies, they’re your ‘pajama pants’.” She replied, “In fact you were still using them only a few years ago, and you’ve not grown since then.”.

Tommy sighed, but continued his protest, no matter how futile it seemed. “Mum they were accidents, my normal ‘pyjama pants’ are fineeee.”. he said.

Mums face twisted, frustrated at her son’s rebellion. She walked over to Tommy, giving him a quick slap on the bum. Tommys eyes widened, shocked at what just happened. Mum hadn’t spanked either of the brothers since they were both five respectively.

The quick tap put him in his place immediately, he was the child & mum was the adult, there was nothing he could do. At the threat of further spanking Tommy pulled on a fresh drynite immediately, a cringeworthy crinkle rustling through his ears. The poor boy was once again wearing nappies, despite being 13 years old. He felt so babyish & exposed in this moment, donning the drynite in front of mum & with no other clothes.

“Good boy.” Said mum, only further embarrassing Tommy, and consolidating his current position in the family.

Just as Tommy was getting ready to pull on his childish pajamas, his bedroom door burst open. It was none other than his seven year old brother Riley, the boy 6 years his junior. Riley was about to witness his new “pajama pants”, everything exposed in full glory!

Riley stopped in his tracks, amused at the sight before him. “Tommys wearing a nappy hahahaha!” He screeched, deafening everybody in the house. Riley pulled out his IPhone SE, a hand me down from his older brother, snapping a picture of the boy in this compromising position. As Tommy pulled up his PJ pants, he lunged at the young boy in a fit of rage. Partly due to the unpermitted flash photography, but also due to the utter humiliation of the situation.

Not only was Tommy forced to wear a nappy, but his ‘baby’ brother had found out, whilst gaining the power to potentially expose his secret to the world. Tommy was seized by the scruff of his collar, unable to advance on his mission. As Riley sprinted out of the room, giggling manically, Mum started at the boy she now held in place.

Her terrifying stern look petrified the boy into silence. “Tommy, I’ll deal with him. Just get your pajamas on now & get ready for an early bedtime mister…”

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Author: bedw3ttingpants
Timestamp: May 14, 2025 at 12:58 AM
Content: Chapter Eleven - Early Bedtime

“WHAT?!” “NO FAIR MUM!” shouted Tommy, unable to keep his cool. “Why should I have an early bedtime? I’m thirteen, I’m going to bed when I want”.

Mum looked annoyed. “Tommy, you’re not acting like you’re thirteen. You’ve wet your bed two nights in a row and clearly need some help. Going to bed and getting a goods night rest is proven to help boys stay dry at night.” lectured mum. She continued, “I should know, I studied this topic in depth when you were wetting your bed last time. Now, not another word of protest, unless you want consequences!”

Tommy shrank, her words portraying a harsh reality. Fear of a full on spanking terrified him into obedience, leading his mind to consider whether this was for the best. He didn’t want to wet the bed again, waking up to dry sheets would make life significantly easier in the mornings. He defied to follow mums instructions, ignoring the nagging thoughts that this was wrong for a boy of his age.

The night continued, the small family eating a pleasant dinner together then sifting down to watch a movie. As the movie finished, mum declared it was time for bed. Tom felt upset about being forced to have the same bedtime as Riley, but obeyed, conscious of mums words to him. As the brothers headed towards their respective rooms, Tommy felt a sharp stinging pain from a pat to his butt.

Riley had smacked his padded bottom, beginning to speak. “Don’t wet yourself again!” the immature seven year old laughed.

Tommy was stunned into silence, shocked and humiliated by the way his sweet little brother was treating him. Deep down he knew the kid was just joking around, however this only served to strengthen Tommy’s mental position as bottom of the family, lowest in the food chain. His little brother was now teasing him about recent bedwetting, and there was no retort which could face the fact he was speaking facts.

Facts had to be faced. Tommy genuinely now feared the prospect of another wet night, genuinely not sure as to whether he could keep his nappy (or pajama pants) dry based on the previous couple nights track record.

That mocking tone from his little brother was mean, but the message conveyed was appropriate. “Don’t wet yourself again.” Tommy thought, willing himself to do better.

Mum walked into Tommys room, gently pushing the boy into his bed. She tucked him in, giving a soft kiss on the forehead before heading for the door.

“Goodnight Tommy, it’s okay if you wet your bed again now, but please try to stay dry.” She said exiting the room whilst shutting the door.

Tommy blushed, all alone now. He felt slightly bulky feeling of the drynite around his waist, he heard the distinct crinkles of something that was not regular underwear. “It’s okay if you wet the bed” the boy pondered his mother’s words….

No, he was 13 years old, it was not okay if he wet his bed, in fact it was not okay to even be wearing this undergarment! If Riley wasn’t made to wear them, then how could mum make him, he was 6 years older.

Despite being in bed so early, the lad felt sleepy from the long and difficult day. Emotions had swirled, leading to extreme fatigue of the mind more than anything. His eyes shut slowly, reflecting upon his situation, then drifting off into a deep rest.

Whilst near dreamland, Tommy heard his brothers voice coming from outside his room. “Thanks for letting me stay up an hour later mummy” Riley said joyfully.

“It’s okay baby, I wanted some time with you, and your brother needs the extra rest after this week” mum answered, happy to be spending some one-on-one time with her youngest son.

“Mum let Riley stay up when I had to go bed?” Tommy thought, jealous of his little brother. However, he was way too tired to protest as he usually would. In a regular situation he would have been whining to mum that it wasn’t fair, but he simply didn’t have the energy. Here he was, almost asleep and in a drynite in case he peed the bed, whereas Riley was staying up later than him with no fear of a wet night. The contrast of the brothers was the last thought in Tommys mind before he fell soundly asleep, praying for a dry morning.

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Author: bedw3ttingpants
Timestamp: May 14, 2025 at 12:59 AM
Content: Chapter Twelve - Discovered

Tommy awoke, immediately turning to view his digital alarm clock. 6:02am it read, way too early for him to be up, he cursed his body for making him get up this early. The boys next thought was the fact he didn't feel any wetness, no saturation, in fact he felt dry. After recent trials and tribulations, the feeling of waking up dry was an ultimate satisfaction. Dry, after facing two wet nights back to back, he knew it was just a fluke, a temporary lapse in his potty training.

However, despite not feeling wetness, there was a strange sensation around his crotch. The bed was dry but hid crotch felt fuller, there was some bulk to it, with his legs forcibly spread apart. Memories of mum forcing him to wear a drynite the previous night flashed through his head, it was the nappy that felt fuller! Carefully, Tommy moved his hand over his crotch, feeling a Drynite that felt much fuller than when he went to bed. Celebrations were short lived, the boy had once again wet his bed, or rather a drynite on this occasion. He felt embarrassed, not only was he wearing a nappy, but he'd also wet it like a baby...

13 years old, yet making "baby steps" backward daily at this point. Gone was the idea that these were unfortunate accidents which would pass, replaced by a reinforced & increasing belief that he really couldn't control himself anymore. Tommy got up out of bed, stripping his pajamas and wet Drynite, leaving them heaped on the floor. He walked to the shower, and got in, turning the tap only to feel warm water encasing his body. The warm embrace of the shower enticed his need to go, and Tommy began to pee again. He was shocked by how easily his bladder released, whilst it was purposeful this time, it was also somewhat too easy to begin peeing.

After showering Tommy pulled on a pair of white briefs and got back into bed, sleeping until it was time for school. This time he was dry when he woke up, now a relief to the boy. Repeating the usual routine, he pulled on his grey school shorts and his shirt, prepared for the day ahead. He joined Riley at the table and ate his bowl of cereal whilst mum did chores around the house. Mum walked into Tommy's room, a distinct pee smell entering her nostrils once again. She saw a pair of pajamas on the floor, with a clearly wet drynite inside. Mum sighed, disappointed the accidents were continuing but also sorrowful that her little boy was facing these issues once again at his age. She grabbed the clothes and began to clean the room, of course messy due to the residency of a teenage boy. Mum threw Tommy's wet drynite into the bin, and pajamas into the laundry bag, whilst also readying to fill his wardrobe with clean clothes.

That was when she noticed it. Down the side of Tommy's wardrobe was a pair of shorts, as well as some undies. Mum grabbed them, clearly noticing a stench of stale pee. She inspected the once white undies, now with a clear yellow stain on them. Anger & disappointment coursed through her veins, Tommy was now hiding accidents from her. It was one thing to wet yourself at 13 years old, but to then hide accidents like a naughty little boy, it was unacceptable! Mum paced to the kitchen, where her two boys were peacefully enjoying breakfast.

"Care to explain this Tommy?" said Mum authoritatively, holding up the yellow stained briefs for the two boys to see. Tommy's eyes widened, his face burning red, whilst Riley's mouth hung wide.

"Mum... I-" Tommy stuttered.

"Tommy, having accidents is one issue, but hiding them from me?" Mum interjected. "It's disgusting, pee soaked pants shoved behind your dresser, it's unhygienic!".

Tommy cowered, "Mum I didn't have an accident, I just peed a little bit...".

"I don't want to hear it, if this isn't an accident, then was it on purpose? Look at this stain Tommy!" she answered back. "Tommy, you are wearing a Drynite to school today, no arguments, it's clear you need the help and it's for your own good.

Riley giggled at the situation of his older brother, only making Tommy feel smaller. He wanted to protest, but knew not to talk back to mum when she was in this kind of mood. The situation was overwhelming, Mum exposing his wet pants in front of his little brother, and telling him to wear a drynite, no a nappy, during the daytime. He would have to wear his padded undies to school, in front of other kids, in front of the teachers, in front of Theo!. He feared his best friend would disown him, after all who would want to hang out with the baby who still wet himself?

"And what's more, leaving your wet drynite on the floor for me to clean up, do you think that's okay?" Mum continued. "Tommy, I love you, but you need to show some maturity in this situation for your own good!".

Tommy was dumbstruck. Mum was asking him to show maturity whilst forcing him into wearing nappies both day and night, and holding up his stained undies for Riley to witness. It simply wasn't fair, the bedwetting he accepted, but he hadn't even fully wet himself the other day.

Mum hugged him out of nowhere, a warm embrace which only caused the welling dam of emotions to burst. Tears poured from the boys eyes, this was all too overwhelming. Suddenly he felt an additional hug from behind, it was Riley joining in on the hug. He loved his little brother, but was embarrassed at his need for comfort.

"It's okay Tommy, I love you." said Riley lovingly. Tommy both appreciated and detested the support from his younger brother. It made him feel safe, yet also very little. He was supposed to be the big brother, but his little brother was reassuring about the series of wet pants. The contrast between the two lads was only exaggerated, leading to further humiliation.

How had this happened? Beginning the week Tommy was a teenager starting the new year at school, now he felt like a potty training toddler who couldn't help his accidents, this all before the week had concluded.

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Author: bedw3ttingpants
Timestamp: May 14, 2025 at 1:00 AM
Content: Chapter Thirteen - The Beautiful Game

It was once again time for school, never an enjoyable thing. However what made school time more dreaded for Tommy now were the undergarments he was being forced to wear. Truthfully, now he did not care about the boring lessons, or even for the time spent with friends. The primary focus now was getting through the day without any of the other kids discovering his little secret.

"Tommy, I'm packing a spare drynite in your bag in case of any accidents" mum said, reminding Tommy of his embarrassing situation. He blushed, not saying a word. It seemed like the new expectation from mum was for him to have an accident, rather than expecting him to stay dry. All the while he couldn't not notice the padding around his crotch, it seemed to be the sole fact his mind focused on.

Tommy walked through the gates once again, seeing Theo standing there. It was embarrassing to face his friend in this state, regardless of the fact he did not know Tommy's situation. The two lads headed to class together, one wearing underwear and the other feeling so babyish in a nappy. The day seemed normal, but his padding made him so nervous, discovery would be the world's end. They entered the form room, and took a seat. Tommy was determined to stay completely dry today, and prove to mum that he didn't need these drynites (at least during the day).

Tommy was seated, unpacking his bag to get his school book out, and seeing the spare drynite sitting there. It made him blush, why was mum doing this to him? He was 13, a teenager, it was unnecessary. That's when he noticed a boy walking towards him. They locked eyes, making Tommy feel strange, the look in the approaching lads eyes seemed knowing. It was Landen, Landen the popular kid who Tommy had never really interacted with. They lived in separate worlds, timid Tommy had few friends and kept to himself whilst Landen was well known, the best football player in his year. It was puzzling as to why the boys were coming into contact, after never having done so before.

"Hey Tommy..." said Landen, seeming trepidatious.

"Um... Hi." he replied, baffled at this interaction, they'd never really come into contact before.

"Wanna play footy with us at lunch time?" asked Landen.

Tommy was conflicted, sure he'd absolutely love to play football with the popular kids, but he sensed ulterior motives. "Uhhhhh..... yea sure".

"Cool, I'll see you at lunch." said Landen, a small smile on his face.

This was weird, the popular kids never really even acknowledged his existence so this interaction was strange. Tommy was nervous, thinking about his padding. The boy chose to ignore his gut, allowing excitement to well over him. It was his chance to hang with the popular kids and he wasn't about to pass it up!

So the day advanced, Tommy made it to the bathroom a couple of times, ensuring his pullup was kept dry, remembering his vow to stay dry. Quickly, it came to lunch time. He felt the need to pee, so prepared for another bathroom visit, until he was interrupted. There stood Landen, an intimidating presence for the boy.

"You coming to play footy with us Tommy" asked Landen.

Tommy couldn't refuse the offer, this was his chance to be in league with the popular kids.

"Yeah sure I'm coming... watch out I'm gonna score a hattrick!" Tommy replied with enthusiasm.

His bathroom break was interrupted, truthfully he was too scared to pass up this opportunity, it might be his only chance to become popular. Maybe he'd regret this in the future, but Landen's aura possessed him to follow obediently. So, he found himself walking with Landen and his friends, prepared for a competitive game of lunchtime football.

Tommy placed his bag down, acting as a temporary goalpost for this lunchtime football game. Tommy loved football, his favourite team being Liverpool FC. He'd been in love with football for as long as he could remember. When younger he'd played sunday league for a local team, however his whyness had prevented him from continuing into the teenage years.

With that, the game began. Tommy was playing left winger on Landen's team, that was his favoured position. He noticed Theo watching from the sideline, glad for his support but also somewhat regretful his friend wasn't invited to play too. So, the game commenced, evenly matched. Tommy took players on, and tried his absolute hardest, hoping to impress the popular boys (and the girls watching). It was 4-4 towards the end of lunchtime, and that was when Tommy realised his strong urge for the toilet. He had meant to go before lunch, however Landen's interruption stopped that from happening. Despite this, Tommy was certain he could hold on and make it to the bathroom before lunch ended. He was basically desperate at this point, holding his crotch slightly to stem the urge whilst his team was defending.

All of a sudden he saw the ball going over the top, directly into his path. The trajectory was right into his path and he reacted, trapping the ball with perfect control as it reached the ground. Tommy looked up, seeing he was through on goal, 1v1 with the goalkeeper. This was the chance, the chance to win the game, and the chance to impress everyone!

He whacked the ball with his left foot, hitting it cleanly with his left foot. It flew into the bottom right corner... He'd done it, he'd scored, and the winning goal nonetheless. Caught up in the excitement, he sprinted towards the corner flag forgetting his desperation and knee sliding. That's when it occurred. As he began to celebrate Tommy's bladder involuntarily released itself, he felt pee spurting into his pants and looked down, expecting an extremely humiliating situation. That's when he remembered, mum made him wear a pullup today. Tommy felt it expanding, spreading his legs apart. On the one hand he was thankful it saved his pants from being wet, but he felt so babyish wetting a nappy.

All the other boys ran toward him as he wet his pullup, overjoyed with this late winner. He should've been happy for this brilliant moment, but the only thing in his mind was the fact he'd wet himself again, Tommy wondered the consequences he would face as a result. He saw Landen's smiling face approaching him, the captain of the team thrilled by this certain winner. Landen finally reached him, wrapping him in a hug, a warm embrace, and pulling the lad toward the ground.

"TOMMMMMYYYYY YESSSSSSSS I LOVE YOU!!!!" he screamed.

Tommy's only thoughts were hoping he didn't leak due to this movement, whilst Landen seemed to be thinking about only the game.

The whistle blew. Lunch was over, Tommy had won the game, and wet himself in the process. He immediately grabbed his bag and headed for the bathroom, he had to change quickly before anyone noticed. He made it to the boys toilets in double time, entering the stall and inspecting his pants. They were dry however there was an obvious bulge between the school shorts. Shorts were pulled down, only to see much expanded drynite between his legs. Tommy simply could not believe that he'd wet himself AGAIN despite such determination to stay dry today. The smell was familiar, the same as that which he'd awoken to this morning.

Suddenly, Tommy saw the stall door fly open. Standing before him was Landen, the same boy who'd invited him to play that game of football, and who'd prevented him from using the bathroom before lunch. Feelings of resentment coursed through him, but feelings of humiliation severely outweighed them. Here he was, pants pulled down and a wet drynite between his legs, all being viewed by one of the most popular boys in the year!!!

"Wet yourself again have you Tommy...?" Landen said menacingly.

That's when Tommy put things together. The photos in his locker & menacing threats? Landen was responsible for it all, he was the one who knew all about Tommy's accidents...

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Author: bedw3ttingpants
Timestamp: May 14, 2025 at 1:00 AM
Content: Chapter Fourteen - Obedience

His head was in a muddle, Tommy didn't know what to think. He never would have thought the person who'd been blackmailing because of his accidents this week was Landen, one of the most popular boys at school. They had hardly interacted in their lives despite going to school together for years, but here they were. Landen staring at Tommy exposed with a wet drynite between his legs, sitting on the toilet stall. Before he could even considering everything in his mind, embarrassment overcame the boy. Tommy's face turned an intense shade of red, and his hands shot to his crotch, a futile attempt to cover the truth.

"It's not what it loo-" said Tommy, trying to figure out some excuse for this situation.

"Shhhhh. Don't speak Tommy, let me talk now" responded Landen.

Tommy's mouth shut, he didn't have the confidence to pipe up now. He had no choice but to accept the situation as it was, realising the dirt Landen had on him, but still not understanding the motive.

"Tommy, take the diaper off now." Landen was stern but loving.

The boy complied, despite extreme reservations. He ripped the sides, slowly pulling the undergarment off and handing it to Landen. He was now completely naked, exposed in front of the popular boy, all because he felt like any protests would lead to further humiliation knowing the dirt available on him. Landen placed the now wet pull up diaper into Tommy's bag, and retrieved the spare. He held it out, expanding the waist and waiting.

"Tommy, step in now." said Landen. Tommy complied, allowing himself to be dressed in a fresh drynite by his agemate. They were once equals (somewhat) but now it felt as though a humongous crater had formed between the two boys. Tommy stepped into the outheld nappy, one foot at a time, being dressed by someone else as though he was still a little boy.

Landen followed up by holding the shorts out as Tommy stepped in one leg at a time before they were pulled up his waist and fastened.

"Good boy, there we go, all dressed" Landen said as he smiled.

"Why are you doing this..." Tommy responded nervously, in a quiet voice.

"Why?" asked Landen. "Because you're a kid still and you need help Tom, judging by the wet pants you're not ready to grow up yet".

The lad was silent once more, questioning Landen's true motives. He wasn't a kid, he was a teenager. The wet pants had been an accident, so had the recent bedwetting episodes, and so had the incident today. He didn't need this!

Landen patted the front of Tommy's shorts, making the drynite crinkle slightly. Then he grabbed Tommy's hand, leading him out of the bathroom and straight to class without a word. He let go as the boys walked in, Tommy taking his seat next to Theo, his head a muddled mess.

"Are you okay dude?" asked Theo, seeing his friend red in the face and looking traumatised.

"Yeah haha, I'm fine bro" replied Tommy, playing it off.

Theo appeared doubtful, but left it alone. Clearly his mate didn't want to talk about whatever was bothering him, so he chose not to pry. Class began as usual, without further incident. The boys learnt about various things, but Tommy was on another planet, unable to focus on the tasks at hand. All he could thing about was the wet nappy currently resting in his bag, as well as the threat of Landen exposing the secret that he was wearing another right now. Eventually, he made it through the day, classes ending and the time to walk home arriving.

Tommy said goodbye to Theo, and prepared to pick up Riley for the walk home. However, before he could do so he was accosted once again by Landen, the bigger boy whispering into his ear.

"Tommy I've got some homework for you." he whispered, making Tommy freeze once more. Landen nonchalantly patted the back of Tommy's shorts, and then unzipped his bag. "I'd like you to make sure your little brother sees this wet drynite, just so he knows you're a baby that still needs help, or else I'll show everyone the photos".

Tommy was mortified, having no choice but to follow the orders due to risk of ultimate humiliation. "Ok..." he said timidly.

"Good boy" answered Landen. "I'm glad you're being so obedient, you know you still need a little bit of extra help, and I'm here to help you Tom".

With that, Tommy swiftly exited, praying nobody else heard their conversation. He made the short trek to Riley's school, finding his little brother waiting on the grounds for him. They greeted each other, beginning the walk home, not before Riley asked a question that made him cringe.

"Did you have any accidents again today?" Riley quizzed his big brother, straight faced. The question was not one of malice, but rather now genuine concern for his older brother. The seven year old had laughed at Riley's previous series of accidents, as any immature seven year old would, but now it felt as though he was genuinely worried.

Tommy couldn't believe it though, here at 13 years old he was being asked whether he had any accidents at school by his seven year old brother! It should be the other way around if anything, although even a seven year old was too mature for these issues. Tommy halted his walking for a moment, Riley stopping too. He pulled his bag off his back, slowly and apprehensively undoing the zipper to show his brother the contents. Landen's request, no Landen's order, ran through his mind, nulling any fightback to this decision.

He gently lifted out the wet drynite from his bag, carefully making sure nobody else was around to see. The smell of pee wafted into Riley's nose, and he saw the nappy in his brothers hands, instantly understanding what this meant. He pushed his brothers hand down, leaving the drynite back in the bottom of Tommy's bag, and re-zipping it. Riley embraced Tommy in a tight hug, comforting his big brother. As the boys hugged, Tommy felt somewhat glad that Landen forced him to show his little brother. With all the big feelings from having accidents, and Landen's blackmail, he appreciate the genuine concern & comfort that only a kid could convey. The boys genuinely adored each other, despite their squabbles. As they hugged Riley felt the slight padding in his Tommy's shorts, feeling glad that he was wearing a drynite for protection. At least this time nobody would know about his brothers accident, so he wouldn't be as embarrassed, unknowing to the blackmail he faced.

"I'm glad you're wearing drynites to school now Tommy" said Riley, innocently. This sentence only serve to reinforce Landen's words that he was still a kid, not ready to grow up yet. It was embarrassing and Tommy blushed, but deep down he was now glad mum had made him wear one today.

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Author: bedw3ttingpants
Timestamp: May 14, 2025 at 1:01 AM
Content: Chapter Fifteen - FIFA Match

Tommy & Riley arrived home, the two brothers hand in hand after finishing their school day and completing their walk. Tommy picked up Riley from school and walked him home as usual, but after todays events it felt more like Riley was the big brother walking Tommy home.

"Mummy we're back!" shouted Riley, alerting mum to the fact they'd made it home safe.

Mum walked toward the door, embracing her two sons warmly. It was the highlight of her day when the boys got home from school, she was always beaming with a smile. She made sure they knew it too, always giving them a hug & kiss on the cheek, regardless of whether it embarrased them.

Now she focused on Tommy, she had been thinking about him for the entire day with the issues he'd been having, and the extra protection he was forced to wear on the day. "Tommy, did you have any accidents today?" she asked concerned.

It was only natural for a mother to worry about her kids, it was out of love of course, but she didn't really expect the answer to be yes. There was a soft nod from Tommy's head and mum's heart dropped for her son, she felt terrible for the boy. Why were these accidents occuring daily now? Was it her fault? Was she a bad mum? After all, none of her friends kids had these issues at Tommy's age, so she felt she must bare some sort of responsibility.

Mum checked his bag, seeing the wet drynite inside. It just confirmed what Tommy had admitted. Mum was at least greatful he was being honest about his accidents now.

"Mum he had an accident today but please don't punish him for it, it's not his fault." Riley chimed in, his tone shifting from the usual excited and positive delivery.

"Oh Riley I'm glad you worry about your big brother so much. I'm not going to punish him for something he can't control, don't worry baby." said Mum. She was so glad her youngest was such a caring boy, always concerned about his big brother despite their arguments.

Tommy was blushing at this point, embarrassed in the way he was being spoken about rather than to. Okay, he was having accidents when he shouldn't be at his age, and okay he was being made to wear drynites again. But why did that have to seemingly be the focal point of his life now? Riley didn't need to know about his issues but mum insisted on publicising them. Heck, mum didn't even need to know, he was old enough to look after himself. Sure, Tommy was appreciative that he had people who cared so much for him, but at this point it was what it was, and he felt it didn't need to be dwelled on, that only made things worse.

Mum disposed of the wet drynite, and cleaned Tommy's bag up which now smelt of pee. Tommy & Riley went about their evening, playing games together and eating tea. Towards bedtime the two boys were gaming on the Xbox, playing Fifa together. Tommy was Liverpool & Riley was Arsenal, both of their favourite teams. They played for hours, competing in evenly matched battles. Tommy won some, Riley won some, they both had fun. Mum called for them, stating it was bedtime soon. It was still earlier than Tommy usually went to bed, but he thought about Mum's previous comments regarding earlier bedtimes helping his bedwetting, and reluctantly chose not to argue. At least tonight the brothers would have the same bedtime.

They agreed on one more game of Fifa. Winner takes all, whoever was victorious in this final match would be champion of the night. Kick off, lights shining, fans chanting creating an immense atmosphere. Shortly into the game, Tommy realised his urge to pee had grown strong from the hours of playing, he hadn't gone in a while. He chose to ignore the urge, figuring he could of course last an extra 15 minutes despite already being somewhat desperate.

The boys were both locked in on the heated match, their competitive spirits compelling them to be champion of the night. It was tightly matched throughout, shot for shot, goal for goal. Tommy tightly gripped the controller, his hand sweating whilst fixated on the screen, determined to win. He felt his bladder surge, he had to go SOON or risk facing another accident, however the game was too intense to even consider a pause break now.

"COME ONNN" Riley squealed excitedly, scoring an equaliser against his big brother. Tommy clenched his jaw, attempting to stay focused on the game, but the growing urge to pee mounted with every second that ticked by. Tommy stayed silent, too focused on trying to ignore his growing discomfort as well as the game simultaneously.

"Riley I-" Tommy started to say, but before he could finish he felt a warm sensation around his waist - the flow of pee spreading through his drynite. His heart sank, he'd left it far too long and submitted himself to yet another daytime accident, all because he wanted to win a stupid game... Tommy's face grew red once more, not knowing how to react. He'd really tried to hold it in, yet his body had let him down once more.

Riley didn't take any notice, being so engrossed in the game. Tommy shifted uncomfortably, the wetness a constant reminder of his juvenile situation.

"YESSSS GOALLLLLL, I WINNNNNN" Riley screeched at the top of his lungs. His intense excitement heavily contrasted Tommy's intense distress. Tommy did not care anymore, in fact his extremely emotional state caused him to throw the controller down and rush to his room, slamming the door shut. Riley assumed it was because of the loss, that wasn't a far cry from the truth. Tommy's loss to his little brother had been the cause of distress, however not loss in a simple game, but rather his perceived loss of maturity.

He ripped off the wet drynite, hearing it thud heavily onto the floor. Tommy pulled on a pair of white fox undies, his mind refusing to accept the new reality. Deep down he knew he needed the drynites, but he didn't care, the underwear aided in feeling grown up again. He pulled on a fresh pair of Pokémon pajamas, getting into bed and throwing the covers over his head whilst shutting his eyes tightly. Facing anybody now would be an impossible task, feeling all dignity had disappeared. The sweet relax of sleep would provide temporary escape from the trials of life which he so dreaded.

Suddenly he felt a quiet buzz, the buzz of his phone. Tommy opened his eyes only to see an Instagram DM notification. This alone was unconcerning to the recipient, but the sender was what sent chills down his spine. It was from Landen...

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Author: bedw3ttingpants
Timestamp: May 14, 2025 at 1:02 AM
Content: Chapter Sixteen - The texts

“Tommy, are you awake?” The text message on his phone from Landen read.

Tommy was trepidatious in replying, knowing he could just pretend that he was asleep already, but decided against it with the deep part of his mind compelling him to answer.

”I’m up.” Replied Tommy, nervous as to what the next message would be.

Ping! “Good boy!” was all the text on the screen read. Quickly followed by “I want you to do something for me.”. Being called a good boy by landen activated certain neuron's in Tommy’s brain which he could not yet understand.

”What is it?” Tommy asked. Then he waited and waited, anxious for a response, dreading it whilst also so excited for it.

”First, show me your Drynite, now.” Came the message from Landen.

Tommy was scared. He wasn’t wearing any padding currently, due an infantile defiance of his own needs.

“I’m not wearing one, I’m wearing undies.” The boy typed back.

Landen replied almost instantly, “naughty boy, you know you need your nappies.”.

Tommy’s heart fluttered. Landen was right of course, but he wished it wasn’t so.

“If you’re gonna be naughty you have to face the consequences…” said Landen. “Pee your bed right now, and send me a video of it cutie.”.

The lad was stunned, and his face grew red. It was one thing to have an accident, but to wet himself on purpose? It was completely ridiculous. However, with the blackmail Landen had on him, Tommy felt the only solution was to obey.

He swiped to the camera, beginning to record. It took a few minutes of trying but eventually the first drops of pee began to spurt out into his underwear & pajamas. He saw a growing wet patch form, spreading onto his covers and mattress. He’d really done it, wet himself on purpose for the first time maybe ever! The warm wet liquid flowed and he felt his Pokémon pajamas cling to his thighs, completely soaked. His bed was wet, his sheets were wet, his pajamas were wet, and his bum was wet.

Tearfully, Tommy clicked send on the video, only adding to the collection of blackmail Landen already owned. The boy was completely humiliated, now wishing that he’d been wearing his Drynites rather than regular undies, at least they’d offer him some protection and comfort.

Despite his discomfort, Tommy sat and waited, with the growing feeling of cold clammy fabric around his crotch. One minute, then five, then 10 minutes passed with no response from Landen. He was once again getting anxious, fearing Landen was sharing his humiliation with the entire school. He could see that Landen had read the message, but was choosing to keep quiet.

“Is that okay…?” Asked Tommy, clearly showing his worry. Five more minutes passed before his phone pinged again.

“That’s so good baby, you’re a good boy.” The words on his screen read. Tommy blushed, it made him feel awfully humiliated but also warm inside due to the praise.

“Now Tommy, I want you to stay like that and go to bed now, it’s was past your bedtime.” Tommy was shocked, how was he supposed to be comfortable like this, let alone sleep?

“Then when you wake up you need to wet your bed again, that way mummy and daddy know you can’t control yourself.” Said Landen. “Think of this as punishment for not wearing your diaper.”.

Most of his being wanted to refuse, but the emotional wait of blackmail and social death led Tommy into agreeing with the terms. He probably would have wet his bed again anyway, so there wasn’t much use in the protest.

A final text message came through to the phone. “I’ll see you tomorrow at school little boy, I want to see photos of your accident & then I’ll give you further instructions from there.”.

short chapter but just a return

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Author: bedw3ttingpants
Timestamp: Jun 20, 2025 at 10:46 PM
Content: Chapter Seventeen - Schooltime

Tommy awoke in a daze. It took him a moment to recall memories from the previous night, the soaked bedsheets helping him to put two & two together. There was a large yellow stain around his bed, clearly stemming from his crotch area.

He whimpered, contemplating the blackmail Landen now had on him. He’d seen him pee his pants & wet the bed now, with evidence that could sentence Tommy to a life of social isolation.

He glanced at the clock, 6:00am. Still time enough for the boy to clean up the evidence and escape his charges. So that’s exactly what he did. Pulled off his sodden pyjamas, letting them hit the ground with a wet thud. Ripped off his soaked bedsheets & flipped the mattress, then threw his soiled clothing into the wash. Quick wash, then into the dryer, then into the clean washing basket. Mum & Riley would be none the wiser to the little mishap.

Success! Tommy crawled back into bed after dressing himself in some old dino pj’s and a suiting his bed with a clean dino bedspread. The boy felt like a secret agent… Nobody knew about his accident! Well… other than Landen.

Tommy fell asleep once more until it was time to get ready for school. He felt good being in a dry bed, and with no Drynites on to boot. The only “accident” he’d been victim to was courtesy of Landen, so it didn’t really count.

Riley burst into his room screeching as usual.

”BREAKFASTTT TOMMYYYYY”

”Yeah, yeah. I’m coming”.

So the boys both headed down to breakfast, mum had made waffles with maple syrup. One of his favourites.

”Any accidents last night Tommy?” asked mum, with a genuinely caring look on her face.

“No mum!” Tommy replied, blushing at the perceived accusation. Sure, he’d wet the bed, but it wasn’t really an accident.

”Good boy, I knew it was just a phase” she said, smiling. “Tell you what, you can wear your undies to school today for staying dry at night!”.

Tommy’s blush grew a deeper shade of crimson as he turned his face from her yet he secretly squealed in delight. Why did mum have to embarrass him so much?

The boys finished up their brekkie, got dressed, and headed to their respective schools. Tommy was wearing a pair of dino briefs today, they were old and barely fit but it was all he had clean.

As Tommy walked into the familiar school gates he was greeted by an equally familiar, yet harrowing voice.

”Hey Tommy, it’s good to see you.”

The boys head rapid spin in the direction the recognisable sound came from, like a whip being cracked.

Before him stood a boy significantly taller than him, with a tan complexion. However it wasn’t just any boy, how Tommy wished it was. The boy who stood before him was a demon, his tormentor, it was Landen.

”hi Landen…” Tommy said, his voice trembling slightly.

”Let’s walk to class bud.” Landen replied, almost ordering him, as he grabbed his hand.

They walked in silence, hand in hand, Landen leading the smaller boy to class as if he was lost. As they arrived, Landen bent over and whispered something in Tommy’s ear.

“If you need the toilet come and tell me, or I’ll show your little photos to everybody at school”.

Tommy was stunned yet had no retort, what could he do other than obey Landen’s instructions? So, they walked into class, prepared to begin their respective days.

School went as usual, uninteresting and frankly a bore. Tommy didn’t listen to a word being said by his teachers, although it happened to be for a much different reason than boredom. He was dwelling upon the words whispered to him by Landen shortly before the day truly began. Why did he have to go to Landen if he needed a wee, yet alone (god forbid) a poo? He was totally weirded out, what was the reason for Landen’s seeming obsession with him! Why him? Why couldn’t this be happening to anybody else in the world.

The day dragged on until something hit Tommy. It was break time and he was about to go to the bathroom until Landen’s words rung in his head. “If you need the toilet come and tell me”.

Blackmail was a powerful chain around the boys leg, weighing him down greatly. Normally he would’ve gone to the toilet no problem but instead he sought out his classmate (or bully). Despite Tommy wanting to follow instructions, Landen was nowhere to be found on the playground. Tommy looked everywhere alas there was no sight of the kid. He decided to just go to the toilet by himself, as desperation was kicking in and the certainty of being able to hold himself was lowering.

Tommy sprinted towards the boys toilets, holding his crotch in an effort to lessen his urges, but it didn’t really help. He was strides away from making, he could see the bathroom doors, nearing the point of sweet satisfaction.

That was until he felt something yank his arm! He was flung and fell to the floor, a breaking point. A small spurt of wee escaped his bladder and dampened his dino briefs and grey school shorts before he managed to clamp the floodgates back shut. His gaze peered upwards, only to see Landen standing above him, sporting an angry expression.

”What did I say to do if you needed the toilet?” Asked Landen furiously.

”B… But Landen, I couldn’t find you!” Retorted Tommy, feeling frightened by the seriousness of Landen’s face.

”So you decided to disobey me then? If you can’t find me then you have to try harder, that’s no excuse.”

Tommy went to get up but faltered upon staring into the bigger boys deep hazel eyes. He grabbed his crotch again, with the desperation becoming critical. The lad was on the ground holding himself and wiggling in an attempt to prevent another humiliating accident.

“I’m sorry Landen…” he whimpered.

”Apology accepted, just don’t let it happen again.”

And with that Landen gripped Tommy’s wrist, hoisting him off the ground, and proceeded to drag him into the boys toilets. He gently ushered Tommy into a stall, and pulled his undies & pants right off, making him sit down on the toilet.

Landen inspected the undergarments. “Hmmm… looks like you had a little accident, even your shorts are a bit wet.” Said Landen, feeling the sodden undies and shorts with a visible yellow stain. “We’ll have to work on this bud” he sighed, with a disappointed shake of the head.

“It’ll be fine, they’re grey so nobody will notice” he commented on the state of Tommy’s shorts.

“Now go pee, you don’t want to be late to class mate.”

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Author: bedw3ttingpants
Timestamp: Jun 20, 2025 at 10:47 PM
Content: Chapter Eighteen - Betrayal

Tommy heard a loud CRASH of the bathroom door thudding against the wall, Landen exited the cubicle swiftly, clearly trying to avoid any suspicion and rumours from the other kids.

He sat there on the toilet, shorts and undies piled on the floor. Deep in thought he contemplated as to the why’s of his current situation. Just why was Landen torturing him like his?

Tommy finished peeing in the toilet, pulling back on his dino briefs and grey school shorts, feeling the slight dampness once again against his crotch. He inspected the damage, only to find it wasn’t too bad. Sure, there was a wet patch on the front of his shorts but Landen was right, the grey shorts made it almost inconsequential. And he’d have them under a desk for the rest of the day so they’d dry no problem.

After break was science class, it was Tommy’s favourite as he got to sit next to his best mate Theo for once! The boys dapped each other and took their seats, ready to goof off instead of focusing on physics as they were supposed to. Part way through the lesson Tommy noticed Theo sniffing, with a confused look on his face.

“Do you smell that Tommy” questioned Theo, ultimately bemused.

”uhh… no?”

“It smells like pee… holy crap do you think someone peed themselves!” Theo joked, not realising the gravity of this comment.

”haha… maybe…” Tommy muttered, feeling his face redden once more. He hadn’t realised it before, but the ‘accident’ last night and the accident with Landen today had contributed to him protruding a slight odour of wee.

”This is hilarious! Who do you think it is?” Laughed Theo.

”uhhh I don’t know.” Said Tommy. “You don’t hafta make fun of them though, it was probably an accident Theo.”.

Theo turned to his mate, a look of realisation creeping across his face, followed by a mocking smile. “HOMY CRAP IT WAS YOU!”.

“no it wasn’t” Tommy replied half heartedly, with the blush around his cheeks growing.

“Oh my god dude that’s so funny”.

Suddenly the boy in front swivelled his head, intrigued by the conversation, but also seemingly annoyed. It was Landen.

”Theo shut up talking about Tommy or I’ll batter you” he said, appearing furious.

“I’m only joking about… and what do you care?” Answered Theo, puzzled by Landen’s involvement.

”I care a lot, you’re being an idiot!” Landen said sternly.

Theo shut up, and the rest of the lesson occurred in silence. Tommy didn’t feel he could have a say without trouble from Landen, and Theo felt bemused by the entire situation.

As it was the last lesson of the day, it was time to go home. Before Tommy could exit the classroom Landen grabbed him by the hand and brought him to an empty corridor. Theo was even more shocked by this image, unsure as to whether Tommy was being bullied or he was losing a friend to the more popular kids.

Landen spoke softly to Tommy. “You’re coming for a play date at my house after school.” Tommy remained silent, fearful of being reprimanded for defiance, so he simply accepted the situation.

So Tommy headed to his locker, collecting belongings he needed to bring home, such as his phone to tell mum he’d be playing at Landen’s house.

PING!

”Aww that’s great honey, have fun x”.

Shortly before the boy left to meet Landen, Theo appeared beside him.

”What was all that about, I was only joking around.” Asked Theo, oblivious to the reality of the situation.

”I dunno man.” Tommy played dumb.

“Oh well, that guys an idiot. Anyway, wanna come round my house to play?”

”Umm… actually I’m going round to Landen’s tonight, he invited me…” said Tommy, guilt piercing his heart. Theo was the bestest of friends to him so he felt truly horrible saying this.

”Oh… okay. Have fun bro.” Replied Theo, a dagger of betrayal embedded in his soul.

The lads parted ways, Theo heading home and Tommy heading to meet Landen at the school gates for their “play date”. He dreaded the surprises which undoubtedly lay ahead.

Tommy greeted Landen at the gates, and they began their trek. He felt at least satisfied knowing mum would be picking up Riley, that would make his little bro so happy. Then Landen began to speak, the words that came out made Tommy wish he’d said yes to Theo instead.

”Pee yourself now whilst we walk home, or else everyone sees your little pictures.”

Tommy froze in shock. An accident at home, okay. An accident at school where nobody saw, okay. But an accident in public with everybody waking home there to see? His friends, old & new, the bigger kids & the younger kids?

Alas, Tommy knew he had no choice but to go in his pants right there and then, or else he’d face a severely more embarrasing fate.

So, Tommy let loose. He needed to go pee anyway, which didn’t help the situation. The small boy released the entire contents of his bladder into the dino briefs and school shorts knowing they would be futile protection to contain this so called ‘accident’.

Landen stared at the growing stain upon Tommy’s crotch, watching it spread whilst holding the boys hand so he couldn’t run away and hide from the situation.

A trail of yellow pee flowed down his legs, also soaking the lads white socks and black school shoes, yellowing them too.

He’d done it, he’d done exactly as Landen commanded. Tommy stood there, peering down at the terrible damage. He wasn’t the only one staring as onlookers viewed too. Parents, little kids, older kids. They’d all seen him wet his pants as if he was some sort of baby who couldn’t hold it even for the short walk home.

The image was shocked into Tommy’s mind. His wet school shorts and what felt like the entire planet staring at his mishap…

It’s a double chapter because I’ve been away for a while. If anybody wants commissions then hmu.

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Author: bedw3ttingpants
Timestamp: Jun 20, 2025 at 10:48 PM
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oreobaby89 said:

Really enjoy this story as it ticks off a lot of boxes of what I like in a story. Feel like there are some AI generated parts and things that don't quite make sense but I do like it. Can't wait to see what Landen does with Tommy.

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There is no AI involved in this story but I did write some of it whilst drunk which may explain your thoughts haha. Which parts in particular?