Harry Potter and the Wet Bed

Part 1

Summary: Harry is 14 years old and has school has been out for almost a 
week. Due to the stress of being back home with the Dursleys, Harry has 
begun to wet the bed. The past two nights he's woken up wet and The 
Dursleys have punished him by spanking him and making him stand naked 
in the corner. Now they're going to resort to an even harsher 
punishment.

Harry - 14, wets the bed, has crush on Hermione
Dudley- 15, spoiled brat, Hates Harry
Aunt Petunia- Harry's evil aunt who hates him and LOVES her son
Uncle Vernon- Harry's psychotic uncle who hates him just as much
Hermione- 14, Has a crush on Harry and is very sympathetic to his 
"condition"
Ron- 14, Secretly fantasizes about diapers

"Harry, wake up you worthless little brat!" Screamed his Aunt Petunia 
from the kitchen. He awoke groggily and realized in horror that he'd 
peed his bed for the third day in a row.

"What's wrong with me? I'm really gonna get it now!" He thought as he 
started crying and got out of bed to clean up and hide the evidence. 
Just as he stood up, Dudley jerked open his door and smiled evilly.


"Dudley, please don't say anything! I don't want another spanking! I 
was an accident, you know I couldn't help it..." Harry begged.

"Ha, ha, you piss pants baby! Go pee-pee in your bed again? Mummy! 
Mummy! Harry's wet his bed again! MUMMMY!!!" Dudley screamed at the top 
of his lungs.

"Alright dear, I'll be right up," she hollered back.

"Thanks a lot you jerk," Harry said through tears.

"Ooh, I'm telling on that one, too!" Dudley bit back. Seconds later 
Aunt Petunia stormed through the doorway carrying a wooden paddle she'd 
used on Harry's behind thousands of times before.

"Why you little turd! Do you like going potty in your bed or something? 
I bet you do, you little pervert. You're really going to get it this 
time! Take off your wet pants!" She screamed.

"That's not all, Mummy," sobbed Dudley, "He, *sniff*, *sniff*, he 
called me a jerk! Punish him Mummy!" He started fake crying and Harry 
just rolled his eyes.

"There there, Mummy will make sure he gets what he deserves!" she said, 
kissing her child.

"Please Aunt Petunia! I didn't mean to, it was an accident!" he pleaded 
with her.

"FINE! You won't take them off yourself, then I WILL!" She stormed over 
and yanked down his soaked pajama pants and then his yellowed briefs, 
commenting on how he was being such a bratty baby. She walked over to a 
bench he had in his room and sat down. "COME HERE, HARRY!" He slowly 
walked over to her, trying to cover his privates, which were now 
turning a slight pink due to the rash he was beginning to develop.

"Don't bother covering up your tiny little penis, babies have nothing 
to be embarrassed about! Over my knee, Harry!" she said, grabbing the 
sobbing teen and forcing him down over her lap. She rained down slaps 
HARD on his naked bottom, causing him to cry harder and occasionally 
yell in pain. Dudley just laughed. After about thirty solid smacks, she 
called Dudley over to spank him.

"Now snookums, you get to punish him for being mean to you. Spank him 
as many times as you'd like, ok?" She cooed. "I'll be back in a minute 
to finish his punishment."

"Yes Mummy." He smiled maniacally at Harry, who was frantically rubbing 
his red behind and crying like a toddler. Aunt Petunia left the room 
and Dudley began pelting Harry's butt with the paddle.

"PLEASE!... NO!... I'm SORRY... PLEASE STOP!" Harry choked out. 
Finally, Aunt Petunia entered the room with an armful of what looked 
like towels.

"You can stop now if you'd like, Dudley baby." She said. Dudley did and 
Harry curled up into a little ball and sobbed on the floor. "Oh stop 
bawling and go get into the tub. I've run you a bath to get all the 
piss off of you. I'll be in, in a second! DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING JUST SIT 
DOWN!" Harry did as she told him and trudged naked and still crying 
through the hallway and into the bathroom with Dudley laughing behind 
him. He got into the tub and sat down slowly, as the warm water stung 
his sore behind and his rashy privates. He lay down and let the water 
gently soothe him. It didn't last long, however, as Aunt Petunia came 
in a minute later.

"Now maybe you'll stop peeing in your bed Harry. Sit up, I have to wash 
you," she demanded.

"But Auntie, I can wash myself," He said, confused as he tried to cover 
himself again.

"No you CAN'T, and you will DO AS YOU'RE TOLD OR YOU'LL BE SPANKED 
AGAIN!" She screamed and Harry sat up. Aunt Petunia began roughly 
washing his face and all the way down to his waist. "Stand up." Harry 
reluctantly did as he was told, but started sobbing from the 
embarrassment and covered his member with his hands. "Oh, knock it 
off," she said and she soaped down his behind and his penis, very 
gently. "There, aren't you happy? You've given yourself a rash!" She 
sighed. She reached to the side of the tub and squirted some shave gel 
in her hands and rubbed it into Harry's pubic hair and his balls, 
causing his penis to stiffen. "You disgusting little boy! Don't you 
dare move!" She said and Harry sobbed from embarrassment and stood 
perfectly still as his Aunt shaved away all his hair. She rinsed him 
off and ordered him out of the tub and to go into his room and lie 
down. He grabbed a towel and walked shamefully into his bedroom and 
lay, curled up, on his bed, completely broken and un-aware of the stack 
of diapers sitting right next to him. Aunt Petunia and Dudley walked 
in.

"Ha, ha! Now you REALLY look the part of a piss-pants baby!" Dudley 
laughed. Harry just cried harder.

"Lay on your back and spread your legs Harry!" His aunt commanded. He 
did as he was told and tried to tune out Dudley's snickering. Aunt 
Petunia folded the diapers and Harry knew he was in for a whole lot of 
trouble...

Part 2

Once his aunt had folded the diapers, she lifted Harry up by the ankles 
like a little baby and shoved the diapers under his bottom. Dudley 
laughed from across the room.

"Be quiet, you!" Harry said through gritted teeth. Dudley just 
snickered.

"That's it, I've had it! Not ANOTHER WORD, HARRY!" Aunt Petunia yelled 
and her icy hands slapped Harry's already red backside several more 
times, which started him crying all over again. When he stopped 
sobbing, she squirted some baby oil on his bottom and rubbed it in from 
his stinging cheeks to his now hairless balls and little penis. Harry 
moaned from embarrassment as he started to get an erection. Aunt 
Petunia began to powder his backside and front and laughed at his tiny 
three-inch boner poking in the air.

"See, Dudley? Even fully grown, it's still tiny. Must be because he's 
such a disgusting baby," she said and Dudley burst into laughter. 
Harry's face burned red, and he covered his eyes as tears started to 
stream out again. Aunt Petunia pinned several thick diapers on him, 
very tightly, and pulled on some clear plastic pants. "Stay here in 
your room Harry, until I get back. And don't you even THINK of touching 
those diapers. Dudley, you're in charge while I go to the store, okay, 
Snookums? I'll be back shortly, only an hour or so."

"Yes Mummy! Does Harry have to do as I say?" He asked, feigning 
innocence.

"Yes, of COURSE Darling! Anything you ask or say... UNDERSTOOD???" she 
said, glaring at Harry. She turned and walked out the door and within a 
few seconds, she was driving down the road.

"Now, you little brat... we're going to have some fun. You heard my 
mother, you have to do exactly as I say." Dudley said evilly.

"What do you mean? What are you going to do to me Dudley!? Don't EVEN 
FREAKING TOUCH ME!" Harry yelled.

"Oh, you'll find out. Don't you dare say a word to Mummy, or I'll make 
you regret the day you were born!" Dudley snapped.

"Believe me, I already do..." Harry sighed.

"Stay here." Dudley ordered as he stomped out the room and down into 
the kitchen. He returned a minute later with a pitcher of water and 
some duct tape. "Don't you dare move or I'll beat the absolute shit out 
of you," Dudley said. Harry knew better than to mess with him and out 
of sheer terror, complied as Dudley taped his hands to the bed post.

"Drink all of this water up," he said as he lifted the pitcher to 
Harry's lips. It took a few minutes, but soon Harry's belly was 
protruding, he was so full. He laid his head back on his pillow, but 
jerked it back up again, when he felt Dudley's hand on the front of his 
diaper.

"What are you doing, you creep?" Harry asked, his voice cracking from 
nervousness.

"Don't make me tape your mouth shut, asswipe, 'cuz I'll do it," Dudley 
said. He continued rubbing the diaper as Harry whimpered and begged him 
to stop. It didn't take long for his young penis to jump back to life 
with Dudley's gentle rubbing, and soon he stopped complaining. "See? I 
knew you'd like it." Within minutes Harry was thrusting his diapered 
bottom off of the bed, straining to get more contact with Dudley's 
hand. Dudley just snickered and obliged by pressing harder onto Harry's 
thickly padded crotch.

"Ungh...feels.. so... goooood," Harry moaned between breaths. Dudley 
laughed and continued. He soon increased his thrusts, and with a groan, 
shot his load into the warm diaper. He flopped down on the bed all red-
faced and panting, with his arms aching from the tape. He just lay 
there for a few seconds as Dudley stood up and left the room. Harry 
heard him turn on the television to the cartoon channel. He laughed as 
he though about what an immature monster Dudley was, and then realized 
with horror that his Aunt Petunia would be home in a half hour and 
would soon discover the semen stain in his diaper...

Part 3

Harry lay there in absolute horror at the thought of the spanking he 
was sure to get when his Aunt Petunia would discover the stain in the 
front of his diaper. Even though it wasn't much, he knew that she'd 
notice.

"Oh NO! What's gonna happen NOW? Auntie is sure gonna blister my behind 
for this!" Harry started panicking... even worse, all the water Dudley 
had forced down his throat had made it to his bladder and pressure was 
building quickly. VERY quickly. He always had to urinate after having 
orgasming. He squirmed and crossed his legs and tried to get his mind 
off of the need to pee. He knew it'd only be a matter of minutes before 
he wouldn't be able to hold it any longer. His Aunt would surely be 
irritated at the fact that he'd have to wet his diapers so quickly. He 
figured that maybe he could get Dudley to help him... maybe bribe him 
or something.

"Um, Dudley?" He listened for a response. "DUDLEY???!!!" He finally 
heard the fat boy trudging up the creaky wooden stairs to his bedroom.

"What do you want, worm?" He asked, knowing full well what the bound 
boy needed.

"Um, uh, do you think you could untie me so I could go to the 
bathroom?" He asked sheepishly.

"Yeah, THAT'S going to happen," he smirked. And then asked in a babyish 
tone, "What's wrong? Baby gotta go pee-pee? Did you dwink too much wa-
wa?"

"Yeah," He said, blushing. "PLEASE cut the tape. I really can't hold it 
much longer! Will you PLEASE help me? I'll clean your room and wait on 
you hand and foot for the next MONTH! PLEASE??!!"

"I'm sorry, maybe if you weren't such a bedwetting baby I'd help you 
out!" he laughed. He loved seeing Harry squirm and wriggle on the bed, 
completely helpless to his situation. Harry was now sweating and his 
cheeks were flushed a pale pink. He curled up in a ball in a desperate 
attempt to ease his now throbbing bladder.

"Please. I'll do anything you ask... just PLEASE let me go to the 
bathroom." He said, starting to cry.

"Ummm.... no. I like watching you suffer," Dudley laughed. "In fact, I 
think maybe tickling you would be a good idea. Or maybe more water? 
Yup... more water." Dudley said and stomped out of the room and down 
the stairs. That was it, Harry couldn't hold it any longer and in a hot 
spurt, his bladder released into his diapers. He gasped in relief, but 
instantly tried to cut off the flow of pee. He succeeded, but only for 
a few seconds, and crying he watched as he soaked his diapers. For what 
seemed like an eternity, he lay there wetting the thirsty terry-cloth 
diapers which now hung warm and heavy around his most private parts. 
Harry was SOAKED! From the very top of his diaper, all the way to the 
lower part of his bottom was completely wet. He just cried. A minute 
later Dudley returned with a soda. When he entered the room and 
approached the bed he burst into laughter.

"HAHAHA! OH my GOD, you are SUCH a wimp! You couldn't even hold it for 
a minute!" He said reaching his hand down and squeezing the front of 
Harry's sodden diaper.

"Leave me alone, asshole. I HATE you! Why are you always so mean to 
me?" He said through his tears.

"Don't talk to me like that! Besides, you should relax. Here, drink 
this soda and I PROMISE I'll untape you." He said as he popped the top 
off of his drink.

"Really?" He asked.

"Yeah." Dudley replied and he lifted the cool beverage to Harry's lips. 
Harry gulped and stopped occasionally to burp. Just as he was finishing 
the last drops, his Aunt Petunia walked through the door.

"Oh Dudley-poo, you're such a KIND boy! Helping your WORTHLESS cousin 
out..." She cooed as she walked over to the boys. "Oh my, why did you 
tape him to the bed, Darling? AND WHY ARE YOUR DIAPERS WET, HARRY 
POTTER??" She screamed. "I leave for not even an HOUR and you can't 
even hold it until I get back?" She said smacking him on the legs.

"Mummy, I taped him because I caught him masturbating... Check his 
diaper... you'll see that he got some icky cum on the front." He said. 
Harry was SHOCKED!

"YOU WERE WHAT?????" She screamed! "You FILTHY, FILTHY BOY!!!!"

"NO I wasn't, he's LYING! I wasn't playing with myself, DUDLEY was 
doing it to me!" Harry defended himself.

"HOW dare you say something like THAT about my Dudley! I've had it with 
you, Harry! If there's even the tiniest TRACE of semen in that soaked 
diaper of yours, then you'll be in diapers until you go back to that 
SCHOOL of yours! And that's ALL you'll wear!" she said. Harry knew he 
was doomed. He lay still as Aunt Petunia peeled down the wet plastic 
pants and un-pinned his diapers. She about choked herself when she saw 
the white jizz on the front of his diapers and covering his now 
completely limp and shriveled penis. "Ha! I knew it. You're a dirty 
liar and now you've got yourself a spanking and diapers for LIFE!

Part 4

"Dudley, go get me the scissors, so I can cut this naughty little boy 
free and give him the spanking he deserves," She told Dudley.

"Yes Mummy, is there anything else I can get for you?" He asked, so 
sickeningly sweet that it made Harry roll his eyes.

"Yes, actually darling, there is. I just bought some baby bottles. 
They're on the counter in the kitchen. Will you please fill one up with 
the prune juice that is in the other bag? Thank you sweetums," She 
replied.

As she waited for Dudley to return, she fully removed Harry's plastic 
pants and diapers and got a wipe and cleaned off his semen-covered 
privates.

"You wait until he gets back, Harry Potter. You'll get what's coming to 
you, you naughty boy. From now on, you are NOT allowed to touch your 
penis in anyway, shape, or form! GOT IT??? Dirty boy." She scolded. 
Harry lay there naked on the bed sniffling from embarrassment, and 
dreading the impending spanking. All too quickly Dudley returned with 
the scissors and handed them to his mom.

"Thank you my good boy." She cut Harry free and flipped him over on his 
stomach. "Bend over the bed Harry!" He did as she asked, and before he 
was completely in place, she began furiously spanking his already pink 
bottom with her bare hand. Harry began crying in pain, and covering his 
bottom with his hands.

"Dudley, hold his hands above his head so that naughty boy can get in 
my way." She ordered, Dudley HAPPILY did as she asked, and for the next 
two or three minutes she continued to spank Harry. When she finally 
stopped, Harry was sobbing and writhing in pain.

"There. Now DON'T EVER let me catch you doing that again, young man! Or 
this will be ten times worse! Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Aunt Petunia," Harry choked out.

"Good. Now come downstairs. Dudley, bring the bottle that I asked you 
to fill." She said. Harry followed slowly behind the two of them, 
rubbing his sore behind and wishing he could run away from home. He 
hated the fact that he was wetting the bed, and wished that he could 
just stop as quickly as he had started.

"Harry, go stand in that corner," She ordered, and he slowly trudged to 
where she was pointing, and then stopped.

"But Auntie, you can see me from the window! Please don't make me stand 
there!" He begged.

"Shut up Harry, that's the idea. Maybe if you get embarrassed enough, 
you'll stop this disgusting bedwetting habit of yours." She snapped. 
Harry did as he was told and continued to cry in the corner, his red 
bottom on view for all who passed by his front window, and seeing as 
all the neighborhood kids were playing out front, it was sure that it'd 
be only a few minutes before the whole square knew. It didn't help that 
his Aunt Petunia had opened the curtains and the window all the way. 
His Aunt walked up to him with the bottle of prune juice and instructed 
him to drink every last drop and not to say another word until he had 
to pee. Harry nodded. He sucked the pasty, bitter liquid down and stood 
there. He could hear the neighbor-kids laughing outside and even heard 
several remarks about his naked bottom in the window. He wanted to die 
from embarrassment. A half hour later, one of the children rang the 
doorbell and asked why Harry was standing in the corner naked. His Aunt 
Petunia very frankly told him that Harry was being punished for wetting 
the bed and for masturbating. After a few snickers, the kids returned 
to their games. It was now that Harry was struggling with the soda and 
prune juice that he'd been forced to drink.

"Auntie! Aunt Petunia!" He called.

"What do you want?" Came the reply from the kitchen.

"I have to wee!" He yelled back.

"Hold it for a few minutes, I'm making lunch." She told him. Harry 
squirmed in the corner and after a ten minutes of crossing his legs, 
decided that he needed to go now, or he would wet all over the floor.

"Auntie! I have to go wee really bad!" He yelled, hopping up and down.

"Ok! Dammit Harry, you're such a pain!" She sighed. She came in with 
several cloth diapers and instructed him to lay on the floor. He 
hurried over and Dudley came in to watch. Not thinking, he reached his 
hand down and squeezed his penis, to help hold in the pee, but his hand 
was quickly swatted away. His Aunt Petunia lifted his legs off the 
ground and shoved the soft white diapers under his bottom. After 
quickly powdering him, she pinned them tightly around him and pulled up 
his plastic pants.

"Now stand up and come into the kitchen. Don't you wet yet, young man." 
Harry got up and quickly rushed into the kitchen. The thickly padded 
diapers forced his legs apart, and he looked like a big two-year old, 
toddling through the house.

"Now can I wee?" He pleaded through clenched teeth as he reached the 
kitchen.

"Not yet, you have to ask properly. Say, "Auntie, I have to go wee-
wees. Can I wet?". She ordered.

"Auntie, I have to go wee-wees! Can I wet?" He asked, the desperation 
was growing in his voice.

"Yes naughty boy, you can go wee-wee." She reached her hand down to the 
front of his diapers and he breathed a sigh of relief as he flooded he 
thick diapers. It came out so hard and fast, that hot pee splashed 
against his plastic pants. He moaned as he emptied his full bladder 
into the now slightly sagging diapers.

"There, happy? You dirty boy..." She scolded. "Come eat your lunch." It 
was at this time that Harry noticed the large high char in the corner 
of the kitchen.

"That's not for me, is it?" He whined, already knowing the answer.

"Of course it is, Harry. Babies don't sit in big-boy chairs. And see? 
It has special straps to tie you down with if you misbehave. Go sit in 
it. When you're done with your lunch, we're going to the park." Harry 
robotically trudged over to the chair and climbed into it. His aunt 
strapped him in, and plopped a bowl of orange slime and a plate of 
brown stuff down on his tray.

"What is this stuff?" He asked.

"That's your food-- carrots and squash in this bowl, and chicken and 
potatoes in that one. Eat it all up, or you'll get another spanking." 
She stated, and handed him a spoon. Harry reluctantly tasted one bite, 
and it made him gag. It took him forever to eat the rest. He looked 
over at Dudley who was eating a delicious looking grilled-cheese 
sandwich, and desperately wanted just one bite. But he didn't say a 
word. When he was done, his aunt handed him a bottle of milk and wiped 
his messy face clean. She un-strapped him and told him to drink his 
milk on the couch, and that he had to tell her if he had to wet. He 
waddled into the living room and plopped onto the plastic covered sofa. 
As he guzzled down his bottle, he prayed silently that this was just a 
horrible nightmare and that he would wake up any second. He was only 
half way done when his aunt came in and put him in a pair of overalls. 
They did a great job of letting his diapers show, but at least he was 
wearing something else. She then told him to put on his sandals because 
they were going to the park.

"Auntie, I don't have to go, do I?" He asked.

"Of course, all babies love going to the park." She laughed. "Now go 
get your shoes." Harry complied and within five minutes they were in 
the car. When he finished his bottle, they were there.

"Dudley, my dear, please un-buckle your cousin," Aunt Petunia asked. 
Dudley did, but squeezed the front of Harry's diaper in the process. 
Harry was about to object, but bit his tongue instead. It took him 
forever to get out of the car. He was red in the face from 
embarrassment.

"Now Harry, you go play with the other children and come tell me when 
you have to go wee-wee. Got it?" She snapped. Harry silently walked 
over to the swings and sat down. It was only a few moments before the 
younger children were pointing at him and asking him why he was wearing 
a diaper like a baby. Harry did his best to ignore them and continued 
swinging. After a half hour of slowly swinging back and forth, Harry 
realized that he had to wet again. Not only that, but his stomach was 
rumbling something awful. He got off the swings and sat down in the 
sandbox. He sobbed to himself again, knowing that he would inevitably 
have to poop in his diapers, whether he wanted to or not.
Part 5

As Harry sat there running his fingers through the sand, he began to 
sob quietly to himself. His wet diaper was clinging to his sore bottom 
and hugging his privates in the most uncomfortable way. Due to him 
playing in the sun, it was beginning to heat up and had become rather 
itchy. He reached his hand down inside his overalls and roughly rubbed 
the front of his diaper in an attempt to soothe the itching. 
Unfortunately for him, his Aunt Petunia saw and came storming over.

"Harry Potter, if you even THINK about touching those diapers EVER 
again, I will strip you down and give you a spanking RIGHT HERE were 
everybody can see what a naughty little boy you are! UNDERSTOOD?" She 
fumed.

"Yes Auntie. But it itches really bad, I was just scratching," he 
whined.

"What itches?" she asked

"My..... penis itches," He said, blushing.

"Oh, Harry, babies don't call it a penis, you call it a pee-pee. 
Anyways, I don't care. You're being punished, now DON'T TOY with me 
anymore!" She said as she turned to go sit back on her bench.

"Yes Auntie," he sighed. Harry got up out of the sand box and went to 
go play on the swings again. After only ten minutes he realized he had 
to wee quite badly and couldn't put it off anymore. As he hopped off of 
the swing, a spurt of urine escaped and Harry had to crush his legs 
together to cut it off. He ran, knees together, over to where his Aunt 
Petunia was sitting.

"Auntie, I have go go wee-wee's. Can I wet?" He pleaded through 
clenched teeth.

"Yes, I suppose so. But I'm not changing you until we get home and I 
have more errands to run, so I'd think it over if I were you." She 
said, knowing full well that Harry couldn't hold it any longer. The 
frustrated teen let loose and stood there with a look of ecstasy on his 
face as he flooded his already soaked diaper.

"I knew you wouldn't hold it. Not smart Harry. But then again, neither 
are you." As he was finishing, his stomach grumbled terribly and he 
crouched down in pain.

"What's the matter now?" She asked, sounding quite bothered.

"I have to go. #2, PLEASE can I go to the toilet?" He asked.

"NO, of course not. Just go in your diaper and I'll change you later, 
when it better suits me," she replied, not even looking up from her 
magazine. But Harry was determined to hold it, up until it hurt too bad 
to even move. And an hour later, he was curled up in a ball with his 
diapered bottom in the air, underneath the darkest part of the climbing 
castle filling his diapers. Even though it was outdoors, the smell was 
terrible and the poop was absolutely everywhere inside his diapers. 
With the same look of shame that a toddler gets from having an 
accident, Harry trudged over to his Aunt Petunia and sat down on the 
bench next to her.

"Ew, get away from me. I can smell you a mile away!" She said. Harry 
almost started to cry, but bit back the tears, he'd done enough crying 
for this woman in one day. "Well, I guess it doesn't matter anyways, 
cuz we have to go to the store to buy you some more baby things. Go get 
your cousin, Harry and meet me at the car." She ordered and began 
packing up her things. Harry waddled over to his fat cousin who was 
swinging so hard on the swings that the whole frame was shaking.

"What do YOU want stinky?" He smirked.

"Um, Auntie told me to tell you to meet her at the car." He said, 
blushing and turned around to head towards the parking lot. When he 
finally reached the car, he asked if he really had to go inside. He was 
met with a thundering YES and climbed into his car seat, knowing he was 
up for more utter humiliation.