do it awake

Lauren, rather perplexed by the option, sat there thinking what the option 'do it awake' could mean... After much thought since Lauren wasn't the sharpest knife in the draw (in fact much closer to a spoon, a flat chubby spoon one might add) but eventually Lauren figured it out, simply put, if she wet the bed immediately then she would have plenty of time to clean up the mess and no one would be any the wiser.

Thinking its a great idea, Lauren clicks the option and begins reading through the text knowing that yet again she'll have to read through the events that just transpired and then an abbreviated version of the text she just read. Lauren scorns at the text part way through wondering if the narration really had to be this rude and the answer of course is yes; you fatty, no tits, loser who's only friends are people looking to get with you sexually (including Brooke, she just hasn't had the chance to come out the closet yet give her some time).

After reading the summary which Lauren noted was longer than the original, Lauren began questioning if the narration has some level of sentience, which of course is a dumb suggestion and Lauren is a worse person now for simply thinking such an idiotic idea.

Now finally, reading this very sentence, Lauren had finally caught back up to the story and is excitedly reading onwards hoping for more incite even though this paragraph will continue on for as long as Lauren tries to read ahead and see into her future.

On that note, Lauren closed her laptop since she was salty that the wall of text she just read had failed to give her any bit of useful information. Looking around, Lauren began thinking of how to minimise the mess caused by this plan. Shortly later, Lauren peeled herself of her bed which her sticky sweat had melded her too and walked over to her wardrobe and pulled out a handful of her least favourite underwear and pyjama pants; Laurens logic was that more layers would absorb more of the piss reducing the leakage into the bed.

She then, one by one, pulled the underwear and bottoms over her fat folds until they were firmly on. She then lied on her bed ready to go through with soiling herself. After a few minutes of struggling, trying to overcome years of potty training, the flood gates eventually opened and an endless stream of urine began pouring out. The warm sticky mess soaked up into her clothing suckling itself tightly around her skin, the sensation unpleasant especially as it began soaking around to her behind and seeping into her bed sheets. After what felt like an eternity it came to a stop and Lauren laid they sweaty in a pool of her own urine.

Getting up and inspecting the damages, it appeared that she was lucky in the fact the although her bedsheet was ruined only a small stain had passed through. Not wanting to waste anymore time, Lauren picked up her bedsheets and awkwardly walked to the bathroom. in there she peeled of each individual layer of clothing and pushed it into the washing bin (Lauren had yet to learn how to use a washing machine) and got in the shower which was utter bliss in this weather, cleaning of the thick layer of sweat and urine built up; Lauren quickly felt rejuvenated especially with the knowledge that she overcame the possibly embarrassing predicament.

After getting out the shower, drying off and replacing her bedsheets, Lauren felt herself getting parched, and understanding the importance of hydration in horrid high heat, she went downstairs to pour herself a 2 large glasses of water because hydration is very important, you don't want a migraine.

After the drink, Lauren all relaxed went back to bed and quickly fell asleep for a peaceful nights rest.

Unfortunately, wet the bed does not mean 'pissing yourself on the bed' like Lauren thought it means 'to urinate while sleeping in bed' - the Merriam-Webster dictionary.

many hours into the night, well after Vanessa had drunkenly stumbled back home and collapsed on the couch, Lauren began tossing and turning in her sleep agitated until she began wetting the bed staining her bedsheet and unprotected mattress entirely.

When the morning came, Lauren woke up earlier than normal thanks to the unusual sensation she was feeling which she initially blamed on the heat before the putrid smell hit her amplified by the heat of urine and Lauren looked out in shock at the fact she wet the bed. Confused she did the first thing that came to mind and grabbed her laptop to read the rest of the text to find out details.

Lauren then began reading a summary of her actions which she really didn't need due to the fact that she happened to be there at the time. Upon getting past the summary and reading the details of what happened while she slept, she first noted that Vanessa got back home safely before screaming into her pillow.

Annoyed Lauren continued reading onwards of a summary of what she was doing that very moment until she got to the end of the text and was presented with more options.