"Mom, I need to pee."

"Oh, you do?" Louie's father grimaced down at him before leaning across the aisle and looked down it. Both him and his son, possums in their own right, were on an economy class flight from Ohio to New Zealand, which was going to take hours. Louie's father was hoping the boy would have slept by now, but the possum cub was surprisingly awake, and apparently really needed to pee. He turned towards the boy and sighed, making a gesture with his hand.

"Well, go up and pee, then." The possum insisted, and for a moment the boy squirmed in his seat, looking apprehensive. At his father's earnest gesturing, the cub eventually rose and scooted by him towards the aisle, casting the older possum one final glance before he shuffled his way down towards the back end of the plane. For a moment his father sat there and breathed a sigh of relief, before turning his attention back to the book in his hands. He had just gotten to the good bit when his son had interrupted him before, and he wanted to go back to it.

"Um...dad?"

He'd barely read half a page when his son reappeared, and the older possum sighed, lowering his book and adjusting the front of his plaid shirt. He lolled his head to the side to stare at his son, who shyly looked down at his hands.

"Someone's in there..." He muttered, and the man stared blankly at him for a moment, dumbfounded. It seemed like the boy didn't know what to do.

"So...sit and wait?" The adult suggested, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, but the cub plucked at his pink fingers, looking more and more uncomfortable.

"I, um, I...I really need to go." He pressed, a sense of urgency in his tone, but it didn't matter how desperate he was; if someone was in the bathroom, there was no chance of him using it. Exasperated, the possum's father straightened up in his seat a little and made a gesture towards the empty spot the boy had been sitting in not too long ago. The cub looked visibly distressed at the thought, but his father's piercing yet apologetic gaze caused him to relent. He scooted back between his father's legs and returned to his seat.

Half an hour passed, and during that time Louie's disposition and desperation worsened. At first, the boy was quiet and didn't try to upset his dad, but over time he began to squirm, writhing slightly in his seat and groaning with a certain degree of frustration. Eventually, he started to put his hands between his legs and clutch at his crotch, which in any other circumstance would have been embarrassing, perhaps even unruly...but in the context, Louie's father understood, given he was desperate. No amount of quiet pleading, however, helped the boy's case.

"D-Dad..." The cub hissed between his teeth, trying desperately to keep himself still. "I really need to go. Is the man done yet?"

"Uh..." He wasn't sure how he was meant to know, but he made a point of looking down the aisle to see if there was anyone lingering by the bathroom at the back...if someone was still there, it wouldn't even be that obvious.

"I think so. Sorry, kiddo. Can you really not hold it until they're done?" Louie's father asked and the boy shook his head, pulling a face that looked pained. "You'll just have to hold on a little longer, buddy. Sometimes people get sick on planes and they need some time to feel better."

"B-But..." The cub complained. "Dad, I think I'm gonna..."

"No, you're not," The man firmly insists, not as a statement but as an order. "You can hold it, I'm sure. Just be patient."

Louie let out something that was a mixture of a growl and a whimper, mixed emotions rising to the surface. Though he was frustrated, it didn't look like he could defy his father, and as the older possum returned to his book the boy sat there in silence. To him, it was unbearable, like someone was pushing down on his bladder and whispering in his ear, telling him to pee. He tried desperately to resist the call and squeezed his little cock tight enough for it to hurt, but he couldn't take it much longer.

He lasted only another 10 minutes before he could feel the pee surging up the length of his flaccid little cock, trickling from the end. He tightly squeezed his innards and by extension his ass, but it wasn't enough-- his bladder, full to burst, had already broken its metaphorical damn. The cub trembled, tears forming at the corners of his eyes as he tried desperately to hold on, before his muscles gave out. The heat that spread through his crotch was immeasurable, but it was the pure, unbridled relief that made him groan. He pressed his legs together in embarrassment, and his cheeks grew flushed as he tried to cover his steadily dampening shorts, until that liquid seeped against his palm and began to pool against the seat.

"Louie, you...!" The possum's father, flustered, reached above him to push the assistance button on the ceiling above as he looked around, trying to both look for help as well as not draw attention to the boy. Louie felt ashamed, but he couldn't deny how good it felt to just finally let it all go, and it was so warm, so wonderful...thankfully, the 10-year-old's bladder was small. His shorts and briefs were ruined, and it trickled down the back of his legs and onto his heel, but the rest of him was otherwise fine. He could slowly feel the wetness of his piss seep into the backside of his shorts as an attendant came over to help them.

"How can I be of assistance?" The attendant asked as she approached, putting her hand on the back of his chair and leaning over. Her gaze flicked from the older possum to the younger one and she seemed to understand almost instantly.

"He, uh, couldn't get to the bathroom in time." The possum tried to explain, and for a moment the attendant raised herself up and looked down the aisle.

"Sir, the bathroom has been unintended for a quite some time now." She said, bewildered, and the possum turned in his seat to stare down the aisle, before looking up at the woman. He then looked to his son and the boy was confused, as well as horrified, looking between them.

"B-But I pulled the door, and...it didn't open." He insisted.

"Did you pull the handle out and twist it?" The man asked, and his son stared at him, wide-eyed, for a moment, before he grimaced.

"N...No..." He mumbled. With a sigh, the possum turned and mumbled something to the attendant before he rose, ushering the possum to stand. As the boy rose, the damp puddle of his piss-soaked seat was revealed and the man recoiled.

"C'mon kid, let's get you cleaned up..."