Mobius
I sat upright in my bed. It was late, and I thanked the Gods for it. I carefully climbed out of bed, grimacing as I felt the cold material of my wet pajamas clinging to my fur. I had wet the bed again, and I feared the consequences. As my mom had said countless times, I was sixteen years old. This should not be happening to me. I glanced at the darkness outside, unable to remember how long this night had been. I began to pull the sheets off of the bed, flinching at even the slightest noise. Just as I knew it would, the light in the hallway turned on. I tried to stand as still as I could, slowing my breathing so that it sounded as though I were still asleep. I could sense the presence at the door, listening. I too listened and I heard the sniff I had heard countless times before. The door opened and the light turned on.
"You wet the bed again?" My mom dashed into the room, rage and worry on her face. She pushed me away from the bed. We could both see that my pajamas were wet from chest to knees in urine and the bed was little better. She expertly stripped the covers off my bed and piled them by the door. She looked at me. "Strip." I obeyed, placing my soiled pajamas on the sheets. I stood there, wearing only my briefs. Briefs were cheaper than boxers and given how often I ruined underwear with my wetting, it was all my mom bought. "Undies too." My mom said as she went to the closet and grabbed my backup sheets. They were the sheets I had had on my bed when I was six, with Power Rangers on them. They were juvenile, but only juveniles wet the bed. "This is the third night in a row." My mom muttered. "You know what that means?" I nodded, my paws covering my crotch. I walked over to the closet as slowly as I could and pulled out the green bag in there, my diaper bag. I handed it to my mom, who gestured for me to lie down. I obeyed, having gone through this countless times. She expertly powdered my crotch and then the moment of truth came. She had purposely purchased the thickest diapers as punishment, and the diaper going up between my legs was at least six inches thick. The diaper crinkled loudly as she finished. She lifted me up and deposited me in bed. "Try to stay dry." She whispered, even though we both knew there would be no way that that would happen. She left the room and I lay there, my infantile underwear crinkling with even the slightest move. I knew that in a few minutes, I would fall asleep. When I woke up, it would be the same time. I would be wearing briefs and pajamas, and they would be wet. As would the bed, dressed in its original sheets. I would try to get my sheets off without my mom noticing, but she would. It had happened innumerable times so far, and I suspected that it would continue just the same. Was I alive or dead? I honestly had no idea.