Luma wet the bed

As I lay on the bed, my anger slowly gave way to fatigue, and I felt my eyelids growing heavy. I tried to fight it, but the softness of the mattress and the warmth of the room conspired against me, and I drifted off to sleep. I didn't know how long I slept, but it couldn't have been more than a few minutes. I was jolted awake by a warm, spreading sensation between my legs. I sat up with a start, and my heart sank as I realized that I had wet myself. A wave of horror washed over me as I threw off the coverlet and saw the dark stain spreading across my jeans.

I sat in stunned silence, my eyes fixed on the dark stain spreading across my jeans, as I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me. I couldn't believe that I had wet myself. I was an adult, for crying out loud! I should be able to control my own bladder. But as I looked around the room, I was reminded of the absurd situation I found myself in. The diapers, the baby clothes, the stuffed animals... it all seemed to mock me, telling me that I was no longer in control.

I heard a soft knock at the door, and my heart sank. I knew who it was. The nurse.

I hesitated for a moment, my face burning with shame, before slowly getting out of bed and making my way to the door. I could feel the warm, sticky sensation spreading down my legs, and I knew I had **** but to let Nurse Lilly in. I took a deep breath, trying to steel myself for the humiliation that was to come, and opened the door.

Nurse Lilly stood in the hallway, a cheerful smile plastered on her face, with a tray in her hands holding a few diapers and a bottle of baby wipes. "Hello dear, I see you've had a little accident," she said, her voice dripping with condescension.

Nurse Lilly's eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and sympathy as she took in my disheveled appearance. "Don't worry, dear, accidents happen," she cooed, her voice dripping with condescension. She set the tray down on the bedside table, her gaze flicking to the dark stain spreading across my jeans. "Let's get you cleaned up, shall we?" She took a step closer, her hands reaching for the waistband of my pants. I flinched, feeling a wave of humiliation wash over me as she began to gently pull down my jeans, revealing my soaked underwear.

Nurse Lilly's hands were gentle but firm as she pulled down my soaked underwear, her expression a mask of professional detachment. I felt my face burn with shame as she efficiently cleaned me up with the baby wipes, the cool sensation a stark contrast to the warmth of my embarrassment. As she worked, she chatted cheerfully about the breakfast menu, completely unbothered by my mortification. "Today's special is oatmeal with fruit, dear. Would you like some?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with a hint of amusement.

I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me as I nodded mutely, unable to speak.