This could also be in the category "when I was a kid" but due to the embarrassment factor I put it here.

I was a bed wetter. My parents did not like bed wetters. I peed in my sleep several times a week from my earliest memories. My parents seemed to think I did it deliberately since they treated it as a disciplinary issue. Alternately my father would spank or whip me and my mother would make me hold pee soaked sheets to my face. When I got to about 5 years old they made me wear diapers. If the diapers were wet in the morning I would be punished. I would be forced to stand with wet diapers while my parents and younger siblings ridiculed me viciously. Sometimes I was even forced to hold my wet diapers against my face and sniff them while being lectured on how evil I was for deliberately pissing my diapers like a baby. My nick name was Baby Billy.

Then when I was ten my parents were killed in a car crash. My little brother and sister were each sent to live with aunts. There was one aunt left. She was the widow of my father's brother. My uncle had been about ten years older than my father and his wife was five years older than he had been which made her almost as old as my grandmother would be if she was still alive. If you do the math, she was in her mid fifties when I was sent to live with her.

More accurately, she came to our house and after my siblings and other aunts had left with all of my parents possessions that they wanted, which thankfully were not much, the aunt who took me took me around the house and had me pick out everything that I wanted. Mostly it was stuff in my room though there were a few things around the house that I liked and wanted. Then she went around and gathered up some things she thought I might like to have sometime in the future, like family photo albums, some genealogical records and some family heirlooms. Then she arranged for the house and contents to be liquidated. But on that day when we gathered up my stuff, among my stuff was a box of diapers. My aunt was confused when she saw them and that is when I told her my real name was Baby Billy and that I was a baby because I deliberately wet my diapers. She asked if I was wearing diapers at the moment and I said I was required to wear diapers all the time. That was the day before the funeral. I had changed my own diapers that morning since my parents were dead and my aunts did't know about me yet.

My aunt asked if she could change my diaper and I just bowed my head in embarrassment and nodded silently. I told her where the changing table was in the spare bedroom. She had not recognized it because it wasn't really a changing table but an old desk my parents used for one. I got up on it and laid on the pad. My aunt looked down at me and gently brushed my long blond hair from my face. I was on the verge of tears. This was a dirty secret only my parents and siblings knew about. She shushed me gently and leaned down and kissed my forehead and told me it was alright. Then she undid the diapers and lifted my legs up and took them off. She immediately had me roll over on my stomach. I heard her start to cry and she ran her hand up my back under my shirt and rubbed my back softly and whispered into my ear that everything was going to be OK and that nobody was every going to hurt me again. Then she asked me if I ever peed my diaper during the day. Through my tears I told her no that it was only at night. She then took away the diapers that I had worn all the time for years and said I didn't need them. I explained that I wore them as punishment. She told me that it was wrong to punish children for accidents beyond their control. She then leaned down and kissed my bruised welt covered butt and told me it would be better.

For the first time in years I walked around without diapers. I didn't own underwear since I was always in diapers. My aunt took me to the store and bought me a dozen pairs of underwear and new pants and short since I was wearing a size too big to accommodate the bulk of the diapers. She had me put on a pair of jeans and my new underwear in the store while she stood guard at the dressing room. I finally wore normally fitting clothes. I finally was without diapers.

That first night my aunt put took all the bedding off my bed. She put a plastic sheet down and then remade the bed with fresh sheets. Then she sat me down and and very kindly told me that I had a choice. If I liked wearing diapers I could wear the diapers to bed. But if I preferred I could wear pajamas without diapers or I could go naked, my choice. She informed me that I would NOT be punished if I peed in my sleep. She said that I would NEVER be punished for peeing unless I peed on her favorite book. I actually felt comfortable enough to laugh at her joke.

That night, for the first time in a week, I did not pee in my sleep. Also, for the first time in memory, I was not forced to drink four glasses of water immediately before bed. I don't know why I never associated drinking a quart of water before bed as the cause of my bed wetting.

The next day I woke up in my pajamas and felt around and found the bed dry.

Right after the funeral my aunt took me home with her. I had become very comfortable with her. We got to her place and she gave me what had until been her guest room. It was actually bigger than he room. She had a bungalow with one bedroom and full bath on the first floor which she used because she didn't like climbing stairs. The upstairs bedroom was the actual master bedroom, it was about twice as big as the downstairs bedroom and had it's own bath and a huge walk in closet as well as a sort of alcove that we later added a desk to.

Aunt Anna told me that the house rules were no yelling (except if I was injured in pain in which case I could yell all I wanted until the pain went away), no breaking her stuff, no being mean to people, be as polite as possible in all occasions and do my homework and study hard and I could read any book in her library. I enjoyed reading but rarely got to read since my parents didn't like books and thought them dangerous as a fire hazard. I was just barely allowed to keep school books at home.

My first night in my new home my aunt told me that if I accidentally wet anything that I should just remove it, bedding or my clothes and put it in the downstairs hamper next to the washing machine. She told me that if I chose to wear diapers that I should just toss them in the trash. When she came upstairs to tuck me in bed I was in the middle of changing into my pajamas. She came over and had me lay on the bed face down and inspected my butt. She told me my wounds were healing and soon they would all be healed up. I don't remember ever not having some bruises or welts on my butt or thighs or back. She had me lay on the bed bed and then gave me a back rub. She avoided my wounds but managed to find places on my butt that were not covered in wounds and softly rubbed those places. She then worked on my legs for a while and finally my feet. I felt very relaxed. She then had me turn over on my back. I was a little uncomfortable laying on my wounds but it wasn't too bad and she then rubbed my belly while I lay there naked. I was always shy with my body. My aunt's treatment made me forget about that and I totally relaxed and completely trusted her. She kept repeatedly whispered to me that I was a good boy and not a baby and that I never did anything wrong and that it was OK to pee in my sleep and that she didn't mind if I did and that I was even welcome to deliberately pee in my bed if I wanted to and that I would not be punished if I did. She then told me that even if I confessed to her that I deliberately peed my bed I would not be punished for it. I was more relaxed than I had ever been in my life. I felt completely secured. Her last words I remember her whispering to me was that if I wanted to I could pee right there in front of her and that the only thing she would do would be clean me up and sing me to sleep. I vaguely remember her singing before I fell asleep naked while she softly rubbed my belly in pleasant circles.

I woke up the next morning in my dry pajamas feeling completely rested with the best night of sleep I had ever had. What woke me up was my aunt singing to me that breakfast was served. There on a tray next to my bed was all my favorite breakfast foods. Waffles, lucky charms, chocolate donuts, chocolate milk, bacon and eggs. It was enough for four kids to fill up on let alone one slightly under size ten year old. I pretty much sampled breakfast eating less than half of anything other than the bacon. While I ate my aunt fetched a little 13 inch TV from the closet and hooked it up to the cable line and told me it was mine. I spent the rest of the morning nibbling and watching cartoons. A while later Aunt Anna came by and took away my tray leaving some juice and chocolate milk. I was sitting in my bed watching cartoons still when she came back and sat down next to me. She put her arm around me and asked how I had slept. I told her it was the best night I had ever had. She then gave me a very long back rub while I continued to watch TV. Eventually my back rub turned into a heavy duty tickling session and after a while of my squirming around squealing trying to escape the tickling attack my aunt confessed that she was trying to make me pee myself. It didn't work, that time.

Later that day, while we were outside by her pool and I was wearing my underwear (I had never had a bathing suit before and Aunt Anna hadn't thought to ask if I had one) as a substitute bathing suit and after she had all but force fed me nearly half a gallon of fluid she tickle attacked me again. Again she stated her mission was to get me to pee myself. Then finally I did. The flood gates opened and I peed my underwear so hard that a stream squirted up from my dick like a mini garden hose. I then got really embarrassed and started to cry from embarrassment. My aunt then cuddled me before I stopped peeing and told me it was OK and that it wasn't my fault that she made me pee. She said I should never be embarrassed about a bad thing someone else did. My tighty whities were completely yellow and soaking wet. Aunt Anna took my soaking wet underwear down and stood me in front of her naked. She then reached down and picked me up and carried me into the pool. It was summer and so the water was pleasantly warm. She told me I could pee in the pool and not worry about it. Then she sat me in her lap at the shallow end of the pool by the steps and she gave me another long back rub which was also a neck and shoulder rub.

After a while of both of us just playing in the pool, me skinny dipping, she led me out of the pool and grabbed a towel and sat me down naked in a chair and wrapped a dry towel around me and told me to sit there while she got a snack. She took my wet underwear with her. A few minutes later she had a tall pitcher of ice tea, two glasses and some pretzels, popcorn, corn chips and potato chips and some dip and finger sandwiches and had me sit there naked on the towel and eat and drink my fill. She kept pouring glasses of ice tea for me. I didn't need much encouragement with all the salty snacks I was eating.

A short while after I had my fill, Aunt Anna picked me up off of the towel covered chair and carried me naked over to the pool. She said something about not swimming right after a meal and we just sat on the edge of the pool while we dangled our feet in the water and she talked about all sorts of distracting topics like the hummingbirds and butterflies that frequently visited the yard and what kind of weather we could expect over the next week and about going to the beach and then she started to talk about the ocean. At about then she went and poured me another glass of ice tea. I sipped it while she talked about the ocean some more and then about a river nearby and how she loved the sound of water running. The whole time she kept dipping her hand in the pool and pouring water over my leg. Pretty soon I was needing to pee. I started to get up to go to the bathroom to pee and my aunt held onto me then she got up and picked me up and carried me into the pool again. She then sat me down on the first step which meant that my dick was just peeking above the water line. She then told me she was going to force me to pee and that I should not be embarrassed. She held onto me tightly in a hugging embrace and reached down and tickled my butt. With her other hand she tickled my belly and sides. She was gentle and it would have felt pretty nice but it made me have to pee really badly. The whole time she whispered about rivers running and trickling brooks and how nice the warm water must feel on my bladder and then I lost control and a yellow fountain gushed upward and I sprayed my belly and legs and her legs and the whole time Aunt Anna whispered in my ears in a soothing tone telling me to pee away and enjoy the sensation and that she made me pee and there was nothing wrong with peeing. I was still a bit embarrassed but not as much as I was before. When I was out of pee she picked me up and carried me to a deeper part of the pool and washed the pee off of both of us. I started to relax again.

I forgot to put my clothes on and ended up being naked the rest of the day. When it came time for bed I took a shower and after drying off I climbed into bed naked. Clothes seemed unnessery at that point. My aunt came into my room to tuck me in for my second night and she had with her a tall pitcher of lemonade. She popped a disc into the disc player and it was a recording of a babbling brook intended to relax people. She told me that I didn't have to drink the lemonade but she said she would like me to pee my bed that night and that the pill she put on the dresser next to the lemonade would make me pee really bad. She placed three fresh sets of sheets and a few towels on the chair next to my bed and told me that she would like me to pee the bed as much as possible and the lemonade and the pill would help. She said if I got uncomfortable with pee in the bed that was what the towels and sheets were for. Then she told me that if I peed myself in my sleep and I woke up I was welcome to come get her and she would clean up for me and remake the bed with fresh sheets but I was also welcome to do that myself if I wanted to. I worked myself up to being brave enough to drink the lemonade. It was actually quite good and so I found it easy to drink about half the pitcher. I also took the pill and just laid back on the bed. Aunt Anna came back a while later just as I was drifting off to sleep. She rolled me over to my side and gave me a back and belly rub and added to that some soft butt tickling and continuously whispered how wonderful it would be or me to pee in the bed. I relaxed and drifted off to sleep. I had the weirdest dream. I dreamed that I was standing in front of my aunt peeing on her while she laughed and giggle and told me what a good boy I was for peeing for her.

I woke up a while later to find my bed completely soaked with pee. I decided to test my aunt by finding out just how she really would react to finding I had peed my bed. While she made me incredibly comfortable being in her home, I still had some trust issues and did not completely believe that she would be angry. So I got up out of my pee soaked bed intent on going down stairs to tell her I wet the bed when I realized she was already in my bed sitting in the rocking chair in the corner. I could see in the moonlight that she was awake. She asked in the gentlest voice if I had peed the bed. I said I had and she said that was wonderful and got up and turned on the light and pulled off my sheets, dried the plastic sheet with a towel and put down fresh sheets and offered me some more lemonade and another pill and then tucked me in to the clean bedding and shut off the light and gave me another wonderful back and belly rub. She whispered again telling me how wonderful it was that I peed the bed and how proud she was that I had honored her request to pee in my bed and how much she hoped I would pee the bed again. I drifted off to sleep and had another weird dream. this time I dreamed that I was standing naked in school at the front of my class and was peeing in front of my teacher and the whole class who were cheering me on and clapping and then when I was done they gave me a standing ovation. The teacher then gave me a certificate as an award for being a champion at peeing. That was the weirdest dream I ever had.

I woke up again in he morning to find my bed was wet again. The sun was up and my aunt was not in the room. So I got out of bed and pulled all my sheets off and carried them downstairs to the laundry room where I found Aunt Anna doing laundry. She saw me with the sheets and took them from me. "Excellent! I am so proud of you for peeing your bed for me. Thank you so much!" Had those words come from anyone else I would have thought them sarcasm and very mean sarcasm at that. Her words rung sincerely and were spoken in the kindest tone of voice. I realized I was still naked when she reached down and hugged me and gave me a little shoulder rub for a minute before suggesting I go take a shower before breakfast.

At breakfast that morning there was a lot of fruit and fruit juice and ice tea. Aunt Anna suggested that I would need to drink a lot of fluids if I expected to go around peeing. I was a little confused. That is when she told me that I had her permission to pee anywhere outdoors except the front yard where the neighbors could watch and anywhere in the house where the floors were tile or linoleum or wood but not on carpets or rugs. She told me I could pee while sitting in any outdoor furniture and I could stand on an outdoor chair and pee on the outdoor table even while she was sitting there eating food off the table. She told me I could pee while sitting on the kitchen table, I could pee on the kitchen table but not on the dining room furniture. She told me I could pee on the kitchen counter or in the kitchen sink but not on appliances or any fabric that she could not put in the laundry. She then told me I could go in her room and pee on her bed if I wanted to. In other words, I would not get in trouble if I peed on any of those places. She then told me I could even pee in the car but if I intended to do that I should bring a change of clothes unless I wanted people to see me in pee soaked clothes.

So while we were sitting there in the kitchen eating breakfast and me guzzling as much fluid as I could, I relaxed my bladder and peed. I squirted my stream up and onto the underside of the kitchen table. Aunt Anna sat across from me and as I was about half way through peeing she looked up at me and smiled and said "That's a good boy, than you for peeing on my furniture." With that she reached across the table and affectionately squeezed my hand. I dribbled a little more pee towards the end of breakfast.

Later that day, after we had finished eating lunch out on the patio I had to pee really bad. I had drank a lot of ice tea and took another of those pills and instead of going to the bathroom I just stood up on the chair and peed onto the middle of the patio table. I waited until my aunt was done with her lunch as I didn't want to spoil it. I just peed all over the table deliberately aiming for the whole table and I even deliberately aimed it so it would splash on my aunt and even got some on her face. I really wanted to test her and I figured that would be the ultimate test of her compassion. If I could get her mad by doing that she was not going to get mad. Before I was done she looked up at me, a couple of drops on her chin and she smiled up at me and just said "that's a good boy, let it all out. I know you are deliberately trying to make me angry by doing that because I told you that you can and I am not mad. I am very happy. You are a very good boy and I still won't be angry with you. After all I told you that you could pee on the table and by the way you have excellent aim. When I was done she swept me off the table and carried me to the pool and into the pool and washed me and her off. Then she gave me a very nice back and belly rub while telling me what a good boy I was for peeing all over the patio table. Then she told me she loved me so much for just being me and told me not to try to be anything other than the best pisser she ever met.

Another week of peeing naked in front of my aunt and a few times on her and I started to get bored with it. The extra beverages and pee pills stopped after a while when my aunt realized I was not taking them any more. I peed my bed a few times over the next few weeks. But I stopped altogether before it was time to go back to school. From time to time I had those weird dreams where I dreamed I was pissing in front of an audience while naked but I never woke up to a wet bed again after that. I still walked around naked in front of my aunt a lot until I got to be around 13. I got shy in my teen years but every once in a while my aunt would accidentally see me naked and she would simply compliment me. I never really felt embarrassed about being nude I simply lost interest in exhibiting myself.

While Aunt Anna's techniques might be unorthodox, she totally cured me of bed wetting and more importantly my anxiety about wetting my bed. She cured me of my feelings of self consciousness and she built up my self confidence. I went from being a C student to an A student. When I got to dating age, 12 in my aunt's opinion, she gave me all kinds of information about how to attract girls and how to treat them. She gave me a whole slew of dating tips and even fixed me up with some girls she knew, daughters of friends mostly. She was very subtle about it careful not to bruise my ego. Going through back channels she covertly discovered which girls found me attractive and dateable and arranged for us to have close interactions allowing me to get to know them. When it came time for prom I asked out a girl who I had been dating and she said yes and I told my aunt and she hired a limo, rented my tux, bought the corsage and paid for the entire weekend at a hotel. When I told her afterwards that my girlfriend and I had given each other our virginities she broke out a bottle of champagne and poured us both a glass to celebrate. She told me that I had been a man for a few years but that having sex for the first time makes one actually feel like an adult. I thanked her for all the sex tips she had given me and how my girlfriend told me it was way better than she thought it would be. I don't know what I would have done without my aunt educating me on so many topics about life, sex and human nature.

My girlfriend and I went to the same university. I studied accounting she studied art and we both graduated near the top of the class. We got married a month after graduation. My aunt paid for our two week honeymoon in Hawaii. A few months later we announced that My bride was pregnant. It was a girl and we were going to name her Anna. Aunt Anna was bursting with pride.

Then that fall Aunt Anna told me that she was sick. As it turned out she was very sick. She was dying. There was no cure. One of the symptoms of her illness was the lost of control of bodily functions. We moved my aunt in with us so we could take care of her. I had years earlier told my wife about how my aunt had cured me of bed wetting. Now it was my turn to take care of her. The first time she wet her bed I found her crying. I told her not to be embarrassed and that she didn't do anything wrong. I cleaned her up and changed the sheets and told her I don't mind cleaning up after her and if she was too weak or tired to get up to pee that she should just relax and let it go and just ring the bell when she was done and I would come and clean her up. I told her I was glad that I got to finally repay her for her kindness from years past. A week later I found her crying again. She had shit herself. I soothed her and told her it was OK and I cleaned her up and told her I don't mind and that loved her no matter how much she pooped herself. She cried again but not from embarrassment. Her condition persisted for about two months. My wife and I took turns caring for Aunt Anna. In the end she was helpless as a baby. She died in my arms in November with my wife holding her hand. We cleaned her up before calling the doctor. I didn't mind. I owed her that much.