Every since I was a kid, I have had some form of stress incontinence. It was never very easy for me to hold my bladder, especially when I was laughing, when I would get scared, or when I was in some state of high emotion. This gradually lessened as I went through puberty, though it stuck around long enough for people to remember plenty of times I wet my pants at school..
At the same time, I was also wetting the bed almost every night. Once I got more control over my bladder during the daytime, I started having fewer and fewer instances of bedwetting.
As an adult, it has mostly gone away. I still have some stress incontinence but it is largely manageable (I don't see scary movies lol) Also, the bedwetting has mostly vanished too, but I will still occasionally have an accident if I am in a heightened emotional state when I go to sleep (losing my job, going on a big trip the next day, etc.) It is pretty rare, but if I have a big event or am going through a big stressor, I will sometimes wear an XL goodnite to bed to keep me dry. I can count on two hands the amount of times I had a bedwetting accident in my early 20's so it was truly not an issue.
When Amy and I started dating, I knew that I was at risk the first time I spent the night at her place. We had already developed a good rapport at that point and I felt safe with her, so I told her that I would probably need to wear the goodnite I brought just to be safe (I really did not want to pee on this beautiful woman). She accepted it pretty quickly but did tease me for it, patting my butt and cooing. She cuddled me close and kept calling me "her little baby" to make me blush as we went to bed.
When I woke up, Amy's hand was on my crotch and she was kneeling up in the bed.
"So these are just for emergencies huh?" she said as she patted the front of my goodnite. It was then that I woke up enough to feel the warm, swollen padding between my legs.
"I thought you said you never wet the bed anymore, that it was just a precaution?" She said with a knowing, teasing smile.
There was nothing I could say in response so I just covered my face with my hands. She teased me some more before I got up and changed.
There was not too much more after that. Amy would tease me about it occasionally, and would sometimes playfully ask if I needed to be protected at night, but it was not a big factor.
When Amy started cucking me, she loved to use it as a way to humiliate me in front of bulls,
"Of course I don't want to sleep with him, he wets the bed like a toddler," or "If you think he looks pathetic down there, just know that he also wets the bed," or "Hey Alex, why don't you show *Bull* what you have in the bottom drawer of your nightstand, he doesn't believe that you still need diapers at night." etc.
It made me blush so hard. It is an undeniable fact, I do sometimes wet the bed. I do have a package of XL goodnites in my nightstand that I wear to keep myself dry. No matter how big and manly I feel, I will always be a bedwetter.
Most of this still remained in roleplay until Amy met Evan.
The first time that they went on a proper date, just Evan and Amy - I stayed home filled with angst. They said they would be back late, but I wanted to stay up and greet Amy when she got home. Amy texted me around 11 that they would be out pretty late, and that I should probably go to bed. She also asked that I sleep on the couch in case her and Evan wanted to use the bedroom (ouch). I have been asked to sleep on the couch before, but it is usually reserved for one off men who aren't as comfortable with the whole cucking aspect. Her and Evan were dating properly and he was aware and into the kink scene, so this one felt a lot different.
But, I resigned myself to going to bed. As I was getting onto the couch I realized something deeply humiliating. If I go to sleep on the couch and wet the bed, then they might come back to see me on the couch in a puddle...
I debated what to do for a while.
I couldn't decide, because it was also deeply humiliating to go put on a diaper because I might wet the bed in front of my wife and her new boyfriend. It was so embarrassing to think that I had to put on special underwear because I might uncontrollably soil myself in front of the man my wife prefers to have sex with over me. They would walk in the door and see a pathetic little boy, lying in a puddle of his own piss, sleeping on the couch so that his girlfriend can fuck a real man. My status as a cuck would be etched in stone at that point.
So, I decided to wear the diaper. I made sure to put boxer brief's and sweatpants over it, as well as a baggy T-shirt on top. I used extra blankets to help cover any sign that I was wearing a pink printed diaper underneath. After a while, I fell asleep.
I woke up to the sun outside. On the chair across from me was Amy sitting in Evan's lap.
"Good morning baby, did you sleep well on the couch?" Amy cooed.
I groaned awake "Yes, how was your night last night?"
"You've got a hot girlfriend" Evan chimed in, "Glad she's finally getting what she needs."
"I'm glad too.." I mutter
"Oh, Alex!" Amy chirped "Before I forget!...
Stand up and pull your pants down for us. "
"Now" She commanded, with a smile on her face.
I started to stand up and could instantly tell that I had wet the bed. My crotch was heavy and warm, I couldn't press my legs together, and it smelled like pee. I slowly rose further hoping to disguise the crinkle and bulge of my sweatpants as I did.
"Now pull your pants down."
I did. I slowly slid the waistband of my sweatpants and briefs down until the front of my diaper was totally exposed. And soggy.
"Mmm - that's almost true! You did wet the bed like a little baby, that part is true, but that's not the whole story. Before we had your accident, you decided that you should put a diaper on, right? I was out on a date with a hot, ripped alpha male while you were at home deciding that you were probably going to wet the bed tonight. I don't blame you either, I mean you did piss yourself, so it was the right call. What was it that made you put it on? Was it the thought of Evan fucking me? Was it the fact that you were sleeping on the couch in your own home so that your girlfriend could get a proper fucking? Was it the fact that Evan is so much manlier that you? A big strong man enters your house and you wet yourself like a loser - in fact, you're so much of a loser that you were prepared to pee your pants, because you knew you couldn't help it."
I stood there, blushing and steaming.
"When we walked in last night, I went to check you because I assumed that you had wet the bed. When I felt swollen padding instead, Evan and I pulled down the blanket and covers to take a look! You are soaked, sweetie, we might have to upgrade your 'protection' huh?"
My heart is beating a million miles a minute, I feel so pathetic standing here with my pants around my ankles, wearing a wet diaper in front of my girlfriend and my better.
Evan stands up and walks over to me. He places his hand on my shoulder and leans his mouth close to my ear.
"Don't worry little guy, I'll take it from here. You just worry about keeping your pants dry, sound good?" He said
He quickly reached his hand up and grabbed the front of my padding, pushing my soaking diaper up against me.
At that moment, I felt to little and pathetic and humiliated. I was embarrassed and shocked and adrenaline was coursing through me.
"You should go change into a fresh one." He demanded.
Without meaning to, after his command, I started wetting myself. It wasn't clear at first to me, who was so excited that I had totally lost control of my bladder. It also wasn't immediately clear to Amy or to Evan, who turned around and started walking back to Amy.
It wasn't until pee started leaking out and down my legs and a puddle began forming around my socks that they noticed.
"Awww, did you get scared?" Amy teased. "Such a cuck."
Evan turned back around and took a step back towards me,
"Okay, I mean it now. Go put on another one."
