Incontinence

Samantha Beth Walker was angry. She was outside berating the crew that did her yard. "Look at those weeds!" she said. "You said you weeded the flower beds, but look at that crap. If you want to get paid, you better get those fucking weeds out."

"But ma'am, you asked us to weed the beds two weeks ago, the weeds have grown back. We don't normally..."

"I don't care. Do it, or no fucking pay!"

Later that night, as Samantha slept, a witch paid her a visit. The witch was the great aunt of one of the yard workers. The witch easily unlocked Samantha's door and quietly entered Samantha's room. As Samantha slept, the witch bent over her, "You have a very piss poor attitude, don't you, bitch?" The witch whispered. You are such a bitch don't you know, but from now on, being a bitch will make your bladder flow. The witch looked at the sleeping Samantha. You think you are always right, so you'll piss yourself every night.

Samantha squirmed a bit, and a slight grimace crossed her face as she wet the bed.

The witch slipped out of Samantha's bedroom then out the house, locking the doors behind her.