That might have been me.  At least, that was exactly my experience. I have totally had that experience also.   On one or two (very rare) nappy-free nights, I had this experience of emerging from sleep just as I was starting to pee.  It wasn't that I was peeing that woke me but rather something about the sensation was "wrong".  I'd realised I was getting way too wet, too quickly down there.  This was of course because I had no nappy on and was actually wetting the bed (albeit a very small amount until I somehow "intervened").  This suggests that when I really DO "wet the bed" (in my nappies), there is some glimmer of awareness or wakefulness that has me checking my situation and "permitting" events to continue, presumably not awake enough for me to remember. It showed me how much of this behaviour depends on headspace. I'm still waiting for bedwetting to become 100% robust but like mildew on a mattress, it seems that it only grows in the dark.  Attempts to throw light on it inhibits things.  It's quite annoying really. I've also noticed that my bedwetting frequency is higher in cloth diapers.

Hi As you can see from the replies (and I thank you all so much for adding to the narrative) not everyone wants a 'happy ending' (as the Thai massage parlour offered). I'm enjoying these additions and perhaps D503 has the bullet points for a satisfactory ending. Babypants wanted a better ending and Goodson84 I think wants everyone to be happy... whilst Littlebopeeper has a more nihilistic  approach to this type of story. All these points are terrific and I thank you all for taking the time to give your personal POV. Hugs Les

As the bathroom doors closed, Katherine became ever closer to leaving that euphoric state. What happened during it was a blur to her… one that was too foggy to remember. But what she did know is that she was quite literally wrapped in shit and she did not like it one bit. 

Anya nodded and smiled seeing everyone's worried looks. "Don't be frightened, it's alright... I have my special little girl, I don't need others." She stated calmly. "So long as you all continue to do your work and keep yourselves clean." She added on with a devilish grin. "Now, I've got to go clean up this sweet little thing. She had quite the time in her special mud bath." She whispered before waving to everyone with her dirty hand, and taking the humiliated thing into the bathroom. 

“Yes..!” Dahlia shouted in response. She didn’t mean to raise her voice like that, it just came out that way! Such was the power of the mushy massage. Speaking of, as Francine pressed her hands deep into the fabric to find the girl underneath, she saw her arms become totally enveloped by the surrounding padding which made her too feel a certain kind of way.