Naughty Pup
Oh gosh. An otter finds himself with a bedwetting problem, perhaps mysterious forces are at work?
First shot at a story, a tad bit short, mostly fap material.
"Oh fuck" was all the poor otter had time to say, before a sudden warmth spread across the front of his pants. He didn't even have time to make it to the bathroom, having only woken up just moments ago. Before the otter could register what was going on, he had felt a sudden urge to urinate come out of nowhere, and didn't have any time to react as his bladder lost control of itself, letting loose a torrent of urine into his pajama bottoms. The otter whimpered as the wet warmth spread quickly across his front as if someone had let loose a fire hose in his pants. It quickly seeped through the thin fabric, soaking into his sheets and pooling underneath him on his bed.
Meanwhile he was all but helpless but to just lie there and continue to let it happen. Frozen in place as if he couldn't tell his body to try and make a break for the bathroom if his life had depended on it. And what was worse is that he was starting to enjoy it! This wasn't the first time the otter had wet his bed. In fact it was the third morning in a row this week.
He didn't know why it had started happening, but that it was the same exact thing that had happened the previous two days. Just moments after waking up, he had pissed himself, and his sheets. The only difference about today was the erection he was now starting to sport. The damp, warm fabric now pressed up against his groin causing his pink cock to slowly poke out of its fur covered prison. It was as if something clicked in his mind, and the feeling of the damp cloth, mixed with the embarrassment of wetting his bed again caused him to become aroused. And it wasn't like he wet the bed like a pup who wasn't potty trained either! It was as if his body wanted him to be awake for the experience, a thought that further provoked his lust. Just as the flow of urine finally started to ebb, he felt his cock straining against his wet clothing, lewdly tenting the cloth that now clung to his wet crotch.
He couldn't believe his body. His face would be beat red if it weren't for the fur covering it up. Timidly he slid his paw down to grasp his erection through the wet sheets and pajama pants, knowing full well that no matter what the situation, once he was horny, there was no quelling his lust until he came.
For some reason or another though, he just couldn't bring himself to pull his cock out from the wet fabric. It felt good. Too good. He softly stroked himself through the material, moaning out at the intense pleasure he had felt. The otter enjoyed masturbating on a more than regular basis, but this was like nothing he'd felt before. Before he knew it, he was rock hard and humping into his paw through the wet fabric. His mind was bombarded with thoughts and images of him wetting himself, in increasingly embarrassing situations....
And then there was this voice. 'naughty boy' it said, 'look at you... look at the mess you made. You wet the bed like a little pup, and now here you are, rubbing your pathetic erection. You can't even jack off like a grown adult! Hah! You're just a pathetic little pup who can't control their bladder aren't you?' The voice teased. It laughed at him, his face becoming more flushed at the embarrassment the mysterious fantasy voice provided him. "That's right, you're just a little bed wetter aren't you? Naughty little pup.... I bet you're about to cum too? You want to add to your little accident don't you?' the voice prodded him. It was true too, the otter was so close. He could feel himself right on the edge of an orgasm, but something was holding him back.
'Naughty pup. You think you can just cum and get this over with huh? It's not that simple' the voice said, as if answering him. It continued, almost whispering in his ear, 'you know what you have to do, isn't that right? Just admit what you are!'
"I'm a naughty pup." The otter panted out between gasps and moans.
'No no no... That won't do. I said admit what you are. I want to hear you say it.' The voice pushed him again, the otter teetering on the edge of his orgasm, and although he knew it was just a fantasy, he also felt that there was no way he was going to get his relief until he obeyed.
"I-I am a Naughty bed wetting pup who needs to be in d-diapers" He practically shouted, moaning out as he finally achieved his orgasm.
Tossing his head back he let out a loud moan, hips bucking as jet after jet of hot cum was blasted into his pants, some of it seeping through to his already ruined sheets. He panted heavily, nearly blacking out from his orgasm. It too seemed to just last for ages before finally tapering off, leaving him a very wet, and sticky mess. Sighing out loud, and finding he was finally able to move his body again, he sat up and shook his head. 'what a weird fantasy... and what the hell was that last part about... Diapers? Ugh...' He shook his head again, 'no way in hell it'll resort to that.' He thought, shirking off the fantasy as being in the heat of the moment.
He then slid off his bed, and headed for the bathroom to clean up. However, the second his footpaws hit the floor though, he felt as if something were off; as if there was something different about his room, but he couldn't put a finger on it. He shrugged it off, head still in a daze, and made his way to the door, crossed the hall to the bathroom, where he shirked off his drenched, musky pajamas, and tossed them straight into the washing machine, and then hopped into the shower to rinse off...
'You're day has only just begun naughty pup...'