On a somewhat cloudy, but sunny day, there was a farmhouse that was built in a rural area on the outskirts of town. In this farmhouse resides a family of four cats, with the father always busy at work traveling from place to place while the mother stays home taking care of the family children.

The mother is of a large domestic mix breed of cat named Mist. She has a coat of pale white fur, long black head hair, glistening purple eyes, and a long fuzzy tail. A leather collar is worn loosely around her neck bleached in purple dye with a gold tag engraved with the words ‘Mist’. She is a kind, gentle mom, deeply caring for her children, that loves to relax on her own every now and then; but she takes following rules in the house seriously. As she went through a lot of troubleshooting on her own, making mistakes and having various “accidents” in various places including the bed and in a car stroller, her habits and experiences are ingrained to pass on the same to her two sons.

The other two 8-year-old semi-feral kittens are twins of each other. They are named Shade and Spade due to their large spade birthmarks on their backs and their particular fur colors. Shade is a simple bi-colored cat covered with white fur, but has black covering his ears, paws, nose, and tail. There’s a large tuft of white fur on the top of his head partially covering his eyes. The spade mark on the back is black. He has blue eyes and wears a light-green onesie with green spade marks scattered across them. Spade is like Shade but has inverted fur colors, so he has mostly black fur with some white colors placed elsewhere. He has red eyes and a gray nose and wears a light-red onesie with red spade marks scattered across them.

Despite living with each other with the same bloodline and having similar inverted fur patterns from each other, their personalities vary greatly. Shade is extroverted, approachable, and tends to find his way into all sorts of trouble. He loves being clingy towards his brother even if the other desires some personal space sometimes. He’s very curious about the world around him and continually desires to unravel more of what he hasn’t seen or experienced before. His litter training is very poor, heavily preferring to go potty outside on the tree or on anything else instead at all costs. He especially doesn’t want to be padded on his butt if trouble happens with him.

Spade is introverted, less approachable, a bit wiser than his brother, and tries to avoid trouble if possible unless it means a lot to him to do something. He wishes his brother wasn’t so clingy to him sometimes so he can enjoy some activities on his own, but if it benefits both of them, he might go along with what his brother has in store. To avoid potential trouble and due to liking commanding others what to do, he tends to tell his brother more often to behave than the other way around. He’s litter trained unlike his brother and wants to keep it in the tray, deterring himself from peeing outside like his brother does. He doesn’t mind wearing diapers as much unlike his brother, but for both of them, being seen in public with diapers on makes them very stressed out.

Today is a Saturday during a lovely Fall weekend with no school to worry about until the next weekday. It’s the afternoon and Mist is preparing a large dinner for her two kin, partially so she can have some leftovers the next day or two. While the two kids with their favorite daily onesies on are distracted by the moving images on the television set, Mist thinks about what happened last night. That is, the night where their sons wet their beds seemingly on purpose, likely for enjoyment reasons, while eventually falling asleep half an hour later against each other on a smelly piss-stained bed. And for some reason they sometimes like to rest their heads where the others’ tail is at. This really ‘pissed’ off Mist since getting their stains out of the bedding is not an easy task whatsoever; but since it’s been a few days of sunny stickers on the calendar and with Mist having the ability to forgive bad behavior, they were let off with a warning. Mist thinks of reminding them about yesterday to avoid that hard to believe situation again, so he returns to the living room while the spaghetti and meatball mixture in the pot is starting to warm up.

“Spade! Shade! Come over here for a moment,” asks Mist loudly towards the two boys. It takes them a bit to get their eyes released from the television, but they obeyed like they should be doing. Spade asks, “Yes, mew~?” To the both of them, Mist asks, “I have dinner cooking and it’ll be ready soon, but if you two are good boys, we can have movie night together~!” Shade is excited, “Movie night, yay mrewl~!” Mist giggles at that, “But you need to be good boys, okay?” They both nod their heads, Shade nodding faster due to wanting the reward more. “Good. Make sure to potty appropriately and everything will be fine.” She then leaves both of them and resumes her cooking.

Both of the kids glue their eyes back to the television set, watching their favorite cartoon: ‘The Meowse and the Rabbit’. In a way they are having their movie night right now but not really without the yummy popcorn and sugary drinks to go along with it. They know their mom rented some new movie from Woofbuster to watch along with them. Maybe it’s the new movie of their favorite cartoon!

The television entertains them for some time before they both feel their bladders getting full. It’s time to go potty for both of them, as they both prefer doing it around the same time, even drinking water at similar times together, so that they can make a fun activity out of it. Shade tells Spade, “I need to pee bro…” Spade turns around and happily responds, “Me too, mew~ Let’s hold until our favorite show is over.” Shade wags his tail, replying “I can hold longer mrewl~” Spade likes the idea and challenges that claim, “Okay. You’re on~!”

They both try to hold, but being somewhat-incontinent kitties, mostly inherited from her mother, they barely get to the end of their show together before their bladders start aching and crying for help. They both have their paws grasping their groins trying to keep their fluids inside their bladders. Shade looks at his brother’s face and sees the same troubles that he is facing himself. They look at each other for some seconds before Spade tells him, “It’s so sore bro, mew~…” Shade replies, “Y-yeah…mrewl~” Spade asks, hoping for an agreement, “We draw for meow?” Shade thinks of continuing his struggle to outlast his brother, but then he remembers about the upcoming movie night. “Yeah, let’s go potty together.” “Yeah, let’s go to tray~”

As Spade gets up, Shade firmly replies, “No tray for me, mewl…” Spade tries to convince him, “But we potty appropriately mew, or no movie…” Shade shakes his head in a bit of anger, “No, I go outside!” Spade can see his brother feeling angry and backs off for now. He can get him litter-trained another time. Even going outside is better than getting in trouble. “Okay bro, let’s potty where we like mew~”

With both settling with a draw for now on their pee holding ways, as well as Spade failing to convince his bro that the litter tray is a better place to potty and involves less trouble, Spade goes towards the tray as Shade bristly walks towards the back door with his paw on his crotch. As the back door was heard opening, Spade stepped over the tray, burying his clothed lower paws about two inches inside the coarse kitty litter. A sandy crusty sound was heard as Spade tried to get a comfortable footing inside the litter. “The litter box clean today mew…” he tells himself, recognizing no strong scents from himself emitting from the litter. While he’d rather potty in his own used litter; he understands why it has to be cleaned every couple of days; even though it took a couple of years to get him to agree with that.

*pssh~* After several seconds of adjusting himself on his two paws, he feels a burst of pressure which causes him to leak a bit. This spooked him a bit initially, so he had to hurry and potty in his tray now. *plop~* He sits his furry butt, his knees somewhat front and outward, against the litter which presses against the onesie cloth which additionally presses against his fur for a sense of relief. “Ahh~ Feels nice mew~ Way better than outside!” he says as he starts to pack the fur around the sides of his butt using his front paw to scoop and press some additional litter around there. It feels warm and comforting to him to where he could sit in the litter box for hours, especially if his brother also peed in it (which is rare and usually a forced situation) since he really likes his brother’s piss smell too. There were several instances, especially in toddler and kindergarten years where he outright slept in his used litter box. It’s like a smelly cat potty paradise to him.

As he reminisces of the past, he feels that urge again. He looks down and pats his crotch, which he is naked underneath his onesie as he doesn’t like the feel of underwear fabric. His mom tries to get him to wear underwear but to little avail. *pat, pat~* “This will be good potty mew~ No trouble for me!” he tells himself convincingly as he rubs his barbed kitty penis, having it extend a bit more whenever he touches his private area. He moves his paw out of the way, closes his eyes relaxingly and starts to let it slowly flow out~.

*pfffsssssssssssssshhh~* “Aaaaah, mew~” Some kitty urine comes out of his semi-erect member, spraying a small jet of pee against the front of his onesie’s crotch area. He can audibly hear the spray happening even though it’s a slow trinkle. It feels very warm coming out, almost as hot as fresh bathwater. After a second or two of absorption, a wet spot starts to form and grow somewhat quickly at about once inch per second. Spade slowly wags his large furry tail happily, trying to fan that all too familiar piss smell around him. *sniff, sniff~* He sighs happily with his tongue slightly sticking out, instantly recognizing the mild lavender scent of his pee soothing his nostrils. *psssssssssh~* While continuing his relief for some seconds, he opens his eyes and looks down towards his crotch area. He can see the litter doing its work, darkening around his butt and his lower paws pressed against the onesie, making it feel very warm and comfortable around there. He doesn’t particularly notice the used litter sticking somewhat against his onesie, enjoying the feeling far more than the sights. “This much better than outside mew~” he tells himself happily. *pssh, pssh, pssh~* Spade pees a bit faster in bursts as he claims the litter box as his own. A large, circular damp spot surrounds him, getting underneath his furry butt and his lower paws. He closes his eyes again and does one final push, blushing red. *PSSSssssh~* “Aaaah~” After his one-minute pee break, his urine flow turns into drips while he moans in pleasure. As the lavender-scented piss smell surrounds him, he takes his paw and presses it on his groin, wondering how damp his fur got. He then brings it to his mouth and grooms his paw. *lick, slurp~* He doesn’t mind the taste of his own urine, but something feels a little off to him. As he opens his eyes, he comments “Huh, thought it’d be wetter mew…” He then looks down and realizes that he’s still wearing his onesie, now soaked all over in kitty piss. The black-furred meow came to the realization that he produced a wet accident in his onesie. “M-mew… oops…”

At about the same time as Spade went towards his tray to potty, Shade, the white-furred feline, went out the back door of the house and quickly, but somewhat quietly as to not alert his mom, closed the door. His paws are grasped on his crotch holding his aching bladder in. “Got to pee mrewl~” he says to himself, looking for somewhere in the backyard to relieve his bladder. Shade looks around as the brightness of the sun reveals locations that he can take a tinkle at. “A-agh…” he whines, feeling the pressure wanting to burst out of him. After a couple of seconds, he looks straight at the pear tree. “That’ll work mewl~! It better than stinky litter box~” The struggling kitty does a potty dance towards the tree as fast as his little legs can carry him. *pssh~* He can feel his barbed penis leaking some pee into his underwear, making a small damp spot where the tip of his penis rubs against the fabric. This made him surprised, but the focus on wanting to potty on the tree took over his inner thoughts.

When he arrives at the pear tree, it seems bigger than he imagined, though it hasn’t changed much over the years. Shade and Spade used to play under this tree a lot and have picnics together, sometimes playing with toys such as their plushies. They did that less often as they got older since Shade does something here that tends to make Spade think twice about having picnics at. *sniff, sniff~* Shade takes a whiff of the area only to find that his urine smell is gone. He really likes to urinate all over the bark of the pear tree as to think he’s claiming the pear tree for himself. For older cats it’s called marking your territory, but Shade isn’t old enough yet to understand that clearly. “My pee smell is gone mrewl…” he says.

*pssh~* Another leak came out and splashed his crotch a bit. “Ah, right, got to potty…” As he feels the warmth on himself, his body starts shaking, really wanting to tell his mind to pee on the tree. Shade thinks about what to do before going pee as he was taught, but then he feels a memory come back to him on when he peed here last time, how it felt so relieving, that he was okay and happy about going outside even though he’s supposed to be going in his tray like his sibling. *psssssh~* Feeling mesmerized on his last marking session, he made a larger wet spot in his underwear a few inches in diameter. “It’s okay to pee on the tree mrewl~” he tells himself, “No litter box for me~!” As he says that, he grasps his penis to try it aim it towards the bark, but the onesie is unknowingly in the way. Thinking he has it aimed towards the tree, he closes his eyes and relieves himself with a fast pee.

*PSSSSSSSSSSSssssssssssssh~* “Aaaah, mrewl~!” The white-furred kitty pees hard, thinking his pee is flowing in an arc and landing on the tree trunks below. In reality, most of the pee splashes against the fabric of his underwear, quickly drenching it and leaking downward to start staining his onesie. Some of the pee gets out but it’s more of a spray rather than the urine flow that he’s daydreaming of. Nevertheless, he hears the familiar splash against the tree bark and keeps going. *PSSSSSSSSssssh~* Shade continues relieving himself as kitty pee pours underneath his legs, flowing downward and getting the inner sides of his onesie wet. The front of his grasped hand around his barbed member is getting some pee on it as well. Feeling satisfied, he takes another whiff of the outside air. *sniff, sniff~* This time he notices his urine scent for sure: a mild lemongrass smell that tingles his nostrils. Opening his eyes and staring at the tree more so than his piss-covered self, he remarks, “Outdoors is best potty mewl <3~!” and continues peeing for about another fifteen seconds. Over that duration a puddle of urine forms and coats all around his lower paws, though most of it is absorbed by the earth below. His flow then turns into drips and then into droplets. He shakes his member back and forth, making sure every last drop of piss is where it should be outdoors and not in some smelly tray that his brother regularly uses. “What a relief mrrrrrewl~” he says when finished with his relief. Letting go of his member, he licks his paw much like his brother does; he doesn’t mind the taste of his own pee either. He smiles and then thinks over what just happened until he feels the warmth in-between his legs die down. That usually doesn’t happen to him, which by some seconds later he realizes that he left his onesie on by mistake. He’s supposed to get his kitty penis out of his underwear beforehand! “O-oh no mrewl… I’m in trouble meow…” He starts to sniffle a bit as he walks his way back inside to immediately get some help on what to do from his brother.

…Except that his brother is in the same predicament as he is. They both looked for each other at about the same time, both seeing stains on each other’s onesie, though Shade got it somewhat worse in how stained it got. “B-bro, I had an accident…” *sniffle* Tears were starting to well up in his eyes before Spade quickly tried to calm down the waterworks, “S-sssh! Quiet bro, or mom will catch on, mew.” Shade tries to quiet himself as much as he can, “O-okay mewl…” but the urge to bawl his head off is still there. Spade is calmer about the situation, looking around and not seeing their mom anywhere, assuming she’s still cooking their dinner. “Listen closely bro, we need to sneak in our room and hide onesies. Ok?” Shade wipes his eyes, which stings a bit due to some pee still being on his paw, and agrees, “Okay bro.”

They try to be stealthy going to their bedrooms, which is up a set of stairs. As they pass the kitchen, Spade thinks “Whew, she didn’t see us,” as they both go up the stairs together. At the top of the stairs, however, their trip is short lived as their mother is at the top looking down on them.

“Being wet kitties again meow?” asks mom, making both of them about to wet their onesies a second time in fear. It’s very obvious to Mist that her request from earlier about ‘going potty appropriately’ didn’t communicate well to them. While Shade has a hard time answering the question, Spade does it for them, “Y-yeah… Accidents happen, mew~” Mist smacks her head with her paw a bit, kind of expecting this behavior to continue. “Yes, accidents do happen sweetie,” replies Mist, “No movie night.” This is supposed to bum her two sons out thinking they lost something valuable to look forward to, but they’re more worried about what comes instead of that. “I-I’m sorry!” Shade speaks right away to try to get good favor among him, but Mist is used to that behavior from him. “Good thing I got your bath ready while the spaghetti is cooking. Get in the bath meow, we’ll discuss punishment after.” Not wanting to disobey their mother, they both agree nodding, “Y-yes mother…mew…” “O-okay mom…mewl…” Spade and Shade both agree verbally in different ways.

After a brief moment they are both in the warm bathtub, which has soapy bubbles inside. They don’t feel much like playing though after what happened to them. “You going to be ok bro?” asks Spade. Shade has a hard time replying, but to not let his brother burden over him too much he responds, “Y-yeah. Just afraid of pamp again mewl…” “Maybe she let us off easy today mew,” responds Spade. As Shade scrubs his fur with his paws, he replies, “I hope so…” A second later a playful splash comes in from Spade and hits Shade in the face. Shade responds splashing back and they both get into a fun little water splash fight. Mist hears about this and tells the two boys loudly, “Settle down kids.” Both of the kitties quieten their behavior on hearing that, getting back to cleaning themselves normally.

As the two kids are bathing, Mist comes out of Shade and Spade’s bedroom, after applying the rain cloud sticker on their calendar, with two diapers carried between her paws. She thinks to herself, ‘They still need diapers, I guess. But it’s not like I still wore them at their age. Maybe they’ll ween off them faster than I have.’ As those thoughts cross her mind, she smiles, thinking of back then. She then goes to the kitchen and stirs the spaghetti and meatballs, setting the pamps on the dinner table. It’s only a matter of time before the two kitties have to wear diapers again, and possibly for a long time after.

TO BE CONTINUED?