A Potty Emergency

A Potty Emergency

Nick woke up to sun streaming through the curtains of his bedroom. Immediately, he noticed something wrong and suddenly he became tense. He had done it again. He had wet the bed. His girlfriend sleeping next to him rolled over in her sleep and threw her arm around him.
“Morning honey,” she said groggily. She began to stir as the wetness on his side of the bed soaked through her pajamas. She woke up instantly and got on her hands and knees to avoid the puddle.

“Nick, again?” she said angrily. “You’ve got to be kidding me. That’s the third time this week. You’re wetting the bed more and more frequently. This is getting out of hand.” She got out of bed in a huff.
“I can’t help it. I didn’t even drink anything last night,” said Nick. “What do you want from me?”

Sara began undressing. “I want you to stop wetting the bed like a damn toddler! I know you can’t help it, and I’m sorry this is happening to you right now, but things can’t go on like this. Get in the shower while I change the sheets, and we’ll have a talk about this tonight.”
Nick stripped and got in the shower. It seemed like a long time before she joined him in the shower. “Did you have trouble with the sheets?” he asked. Sara turned around, her firm breasts dripping wet. “Something like that.” She grabbed the soap and starting lathering up Nick’s penis and groin area.
“Why can’t you be a big boy and hold it until you wake up,” she said firmly.

Nick stood in the shower while Sara continued to wash and clean the urine off his body. Tears came to his eyes. “I want to stop wetting myself, but I can’t. I just wake up and I’m all wet.”

“I feel sorry for you Nick, I really do. The medication Dr. Evans gave you isn’t working and he says it’s probably just a phase. But I have to be honest and say that I’m sick of waking up in a wet bed. I think it’s a little pathetic that you act tough in public everywhere we go, either insulting me or someone else with your arrogant attitude, yet you can’t even control your bladder at night.”

“Don’t give me that, Sara. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I’m not a baby, and I can control myself. This is just a passing phase, alright?”
With that Sara left the shower. Nick gave his body another quick scrub and dried himself.