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Part II\n\n\n\nWARNINGS.\nWatersports and Scat.\nOther fetishes; Desperation. Pants Wetting. Plushophila.\n\n\nFievel’s day started with momma and poppa saying that Fievel should try to get up when he feels the urge to pee. Fievel acted like it was an accident, even though it was far from a real accident.\n\nHis bladder felt full when he got up, even though he’d emptied his bladder last night. He did not pee, as he liked the feel of a full bladder, but he’d go later.\n\nHe’d decided that he wasn’t going to accidentally on purpose wet the bed again, as he went about his day. At lunch momma asked a few times if he had to pee, and Fievel said, “No just antsy, want to go hang out with Tony.”\n\nHe did hang with Tony too, as they played games with Tiger.\nThey played different games, as they played the afternoon.\n\nFievel’s momma actually had to call him first, before Fievel realized it was supper time. Fievel ran inside, stomach rumbling as he was very hungry.\n\nFievel sat down for dinner, and no sooner did momma place out Fievel’s dinner, he had it ate. A mixture of seed and fruit, and cheese soup for something hot.\n\nFievel sat playing with trucks until bedtime, and then changed into his now clean pajamas. He laid in his own bed, as he closed his eyes, and somehow with as full as his bladder now was, fell fast asleep.\n\nFive in the morning, Fievel woke, thinking he’d wet the bed, but his bed was dry. He still had to pee, but past the bathroom when he got there. He went into the playroom.\n\nHe wasn’t going to do what he done yesterday, or at least he meant not to. He sat in the playroom, playing with his trucks at five in the morning. The skies not that he was looking, were getting light, but he didn’t care about that.\n\nFievel could feel as he played, his gut was full again too. He did not know what he was going to do. Instead of doing anything, he sat still playing.\n\nAs Fievel played, his body seemed to press him harder. He was having an alright time holding in his bladder, but his intestines was another story.\n\nFievel sat playing, as light slowly began finding its way through the windows. That was okay though, as his family would only get up around eight-o-clock.\n\nFievel grunted hard, as his poop pressed at his anus. He moaned as he held back, doing his very best to hold in his poop. Instead of just simply going to the bathroom, he continued denying his body release.\n\n“I’ll do it soon, but I am just going play a little longer.” whispered Fievel talking to his intestines as he felt his anus stretch. He closed his eyes, and pressed hard as he could, making it again.\n\nHe then continued playing with trucks. His body having to go both pee and poop. Fievel though had made up his mind, he was gonna go potty, even though he’d held in his pee all day.\n\nBut his body was leaving him alone, at least at the time, so Fievel began playing with plushies, he disregarded his body for the moment, as it wasn’t pressing him as hard.\n\nHis bladder was in pain though, sweat release would feel good, when he’d finally allowed himself to go. He was going in the potty this time though.\n\nAs he cuddled one of the plushies his intestines pushed him, he could feel pain come to his anus, as he tightened up real quick, pushing himself hard to hold it back.\n\nFievel cried a little, as he felt a clump escape, trying hard not to allow any to go… but lost the battle at least with this piece. His bladder felt like it would burst, as he peed himself slightly.\n\nFievel for some dumb reason, went back to playing, even though there was a clump of poop in his underwear. He just figured he might not have to go any longer.\n\nFievel cuddled and then rolled on the floor with a plushie, a bear to be more precise. He giggled and behaved like the five-year-old bot he is, as he soon went into a sitting position.\n\nHis intestines kicked him again, and then Fievel decided, it was time he’d better go to the bathroom. He headed for the doorway, leading to the hall. He managed to get there anyways.\n\nAnd then Fievel crossed his legs, as he pressed to hold in his poop.\nHe began taking baby steps to get to the bathroom, as he felt pain in his anus, he felt another clump escape his anus, as he moved as fast as he could, for the baby steps he was taking. He could see the bathroom door, as he moved.\n\n“Come on Fievel, lets do this.” whispered Fievel to himself.\nFievel got to the bathroom, and then excited like, walked in fast, as he felt poop sliding from his anus.\n\nHe got to the toilet, and then realized that by the time he got there, he lost everything in his intestines into his underwear.\n\n“Damn. Might as well get this poop out of my underwear.” whispered Fievel to himself.\nFievel changed, actually changing into all clean things. He placed on one piece pajamas, which buttoned up the front. They were a light blue color, much like the nightshirt in (An American Tail, Mystery Of The Night Monster.)\n\nHe went back to the playroom, bladder still hurting, but he still did not pee. Fievel hadn’t an idea why he was even holding it in anymore, as he was going to do in the potty.\n\nFievel played some more, as the time was going on six-o-clock.\nFievel yawned as he was still tired, getting up so early, was beginning to take a toll on him.\n\nAs he also danced having to pee, denying his body was liking this.\nFievel’s penis was erect, and Fievel knew it. Even still, Fievel was ignoring that, just as he was trying hard to fight back his bladder.\n\nFievel sat playing some more, as tired as he felt, he did anyways.\nAt close to seven-o-clock, he decided he’d go back to his and Tanya’s room.\n\nFievel laid down on his bed, cuddling a rabbit he brought in from the playroom. He closed his eyes.\n\n“Brother, are you up to what I think you are?” asked Tanya.\n\n“No, I am just going to get a little more sleep.” replied Fievel.\n\n“Well see that you do, I am getting tired of telling momma and poppa you wet the bed, as in in your sleep.” said Tanya.\nFievel closed his eyes, but not for too long, as poppa came into the room.\n\n“Well guys, time to get up.” said poppa.\n\n“Couldn’t I sleep a little longer?” asked Fievel.\n\n“Nope, but you can take a nap in the afternoon.” said poppa.\n\n“Thanks poppa.” answered Fievel.\nFievel found himself going back to the playroom, bladder still full, and hurting really, really badly now, having held it for more then a day now. He’d went to t he bathroom, but then he’d stood there with his penis hanging out, not doing anything.\n\nFievel wasn’t sure if he was scheming something, or just wanting to masturbate with a full bladder. He had wanted to behave this time around, but a full bladder just felt so good while masturbating.\n\nFievel sat playing with trucks, as droplets escaped his body, something he just couldn’t avoid for some reason.\n\n“Poppa, may I go to my room?” asked Fievel suddenly.\n\n“Yes you may Fievel. But I must ask you, why are you so tired?” asked poppa.\n\n“Well poppa, I got up at sunrise.” said Fievel.\n\nFievel walked the hall to his room, and then laid down. He did not go to sleep right away though. He laid on his back looking at the ceiling. He figured he’d get up soon, and then head for the bathroom. His blankets felt food in his paws.\n\nFievel still had his pajamas on, as he rolled on his side. The only problem is, his bladder hurt him badly, as he lay rolling around at first. He wasn’t sure what to do.\n\nFievel got himself up, and then to his room door. The door was ajar, but he did not even peer out into the hallway. His underwear were getting a little wet, as he stood trying to make up his mind.\nSleep some, or go potty.\n\nFievel’s penis was erect again, as it poked a tent in his pajamas.\nFievel held onto his erect member, as he peed a small stream, trying to hold back his pee.\n\n“Oh gawd, what do I do?” whispered Fievel to himself.\n\n“What if I?” asked Fievel to himself. Fievel looked from bed to bed. “It would be funny if I peed Tanya’s bed, and then blamed it on Tanya.” said Fievel to himself.\n\nFievel shook his head, realizing that at Tanya’s age, she’d just wash the covers, without much talking about it. She is usually stuck with the laundry.\n\nFievel laid back down on his own bed, and then cuddled the rabbit.\nFievel just liked having something to cuddle while sleeping.\nFievel stared at the ceiling cuddling the bunny, as he wasn’t sure what he was doing. His underwear were a little wet, as he had peed in them some.\n\n“Oh gawd it would feel so good to just pee the bed again.” said Fievel, half aloud, half whispering. But was also thinking he shouldn’t be doing this, again.\n\nBut the feel of peeing, and masturbating, keeping most his bladder in was so appealing, that that might just take over anyways. He knew it would mean he’d have to change the covers, but what to tell momma and poppa?\n\nFievel knew it was early afternoon, his lunch had only just settled in his stomach. What to tell momma and poppa, as it usually was during the evening that he peed the bed.\n\nBut it wasn’t evening, it was afternoon, and Fievel almost never wet the bed during his afternoon nap. Fievel wasn’t sure what he was going to do.\n\n“Fuck it, it feels so good, that I might as well just claim I wet the bed.” said Fievel, half aloud.\n\nFievel unbuttoned his pajamas far enough to pull his penis out of them. He moved his left paw across his shaft, as he moaned in orgasm. He would soon pee some too, trying to hit the bunny.\n\nFievel moaned as he let out a stream of pee, landing mostly on the bunny. He moved his paw across his shaft, moaning as he did.\nHe groaned as he let out another squirt, of saved up pee from yesterday. His bladder still hurting, as he still somewhat denied to himself that it felt very sexually arousing.\n\nFievel continued masturbating his penis, as he let squirts out from time to time. But just like usual, the streams he managed to get out, were getting shorter the more it turned him on.\n\nFievel pressed I finger of his left paw into his anus, masturbating with his right paw. He knew what he was going to do later, but he had himself so lost in sexual pleasure, that he wasn’t even thinking about that.\n\nFievel pressed another finger into his anus, as he moved his right paw over his shaft even faster. Fievel moaned as he peed a little more, going all over himself and his covers.\n\nFievel had himself so lost in orgasm, that he wasn’t paying no mind to where or how much he was peeing… which was less as much as it felt like.\n\nFievel’s bladder hurt pretty badly, as it added to an orgasm which Fievel would deny aloud. But no matter how much he might deny a thing like that, he felt pee peaks, running into each other.\n\nFievel’s body was going into orgasm strongly as he moved his fingers in and out of his anus. The feel of his fingers in himself seemed to add to his orgasm.\n\nSuddenly without too much warning, his body fully peaked, squirting his first squirt all over the bunny he was holding.\nHe moaned as he could feel with his left paw’s fingers, his anus tighten, loosen, and then tighten again.\n\nFievel panted and then squirt another squirt of semen, going all over the pee he just peed. Moaning as he went, he spat semen everywhere.\n\nFievel played in his semen, as he squirt it squirt after squirt, messing up his bed in his own semen. His fingers of his left paw still in his anus, as he continued squirting with semen.\n\nTen eleven twelve, Fievel lost count after thirteen, as he also had problems counting over that anyways. He was a little slow, but one he learned something, it never got forgotten.\n\nFievel moaned as he watched and felt his body getting done cuming its load of semen, bladder still in much pain, as he’d never emptied it.\n\nFievel giggled a little, even though this wasn’t very funny. He ended up deciding to just let it go again anyways. He could have easily got up, and then peed the rest in the toilet, but he just let it rip.\n\nHe peed his bladder, peeing all over his bed, enjoying every moment of peeing. He peed all over his covers, and all over the bunny. His bladder gradually stopped hurting as he let go of everything which was in it.\n\nFievel was now laying on a soaked bed, which he’d have to get off of… he wouldn’t be able to sleep on it, as he’d soaked it. He changed, and then headed for the living room.\n\n\n“Poppa?, I wet the bed, could I sleep on the sofa?” asked Fievel.\n\n“Tanya, you know what this means don’t you?” asked poppa.\n\n“Yeah, it means go cleanup Fievel’s mess… again.” said Tanya.\nTanya headed for Fievel’s room.\n\n\n\n\nWould tell you this story, but in ways, it has already been told… in Tanya in Naughty On The Bed.\n\n\nPretty much, one of the times Tanya cleaned up Fievel’s mess, she made her own mess too.\n\n\n\n(FIN!)","writing_bbcode_parsed":"5-Year-Old-Fievel In, A Wetting Accident? Part II



WARNINGS.
Watersports and Scat.
Other fetishes; Desperation. Pants Wetting. Plushophila.


Fievel’s day started with momma and poppa saying that Fievel should try to get up when he feels the urge to pee. Fievel acted like it was an accident, even though it was far from a real accident.

His bladder felt full when he got up, even though he’d emptied his bladder last night. He did not pee, as he liked the feel of a full bladder, but he’d go later.

He’d decided that he wasn’t going to accidentally on purpose wet the bed again, as he went about his day. At lunch momma asked a few times if he had to pee, and Fievel said, “No just antsy, want to go hang out with Tony.”

He did hang with Tony too, as they played games with Tiger.
They played different games, as they played the afternoon.

Fievel’s momma actually had to call him first, before Fievel realized it was supper time. Fievel ran inside, stomach rumbling as he was very hungry.

Fievel sat down for dinner, and no sooner did momma place out Fievel’s dinner, he had it ate. A mixture of seed and fruit, and cheese soup for something hot.

Fievel sat playing with trucks until bedtime, and then changed into his now clean pajamas. He laid in his own bed, as he closed his eyes, and somehow with as full as his bladder now was, fell fast asleep.

Five in the morning, Fievel woke, thinking he’d wet the bed, but his bed was dry. He still had to pee, but past the bathroom when he got there. He went into the playroom.

He wasn’t going to do what he done yesterday, or at least he meant not to. He sat in the playroom, playing with his trucks at five in the morning. The skies not that he was looking, were getting light, but he didn’t care about that.

Fievel could feel as he played, his gut was full again too. He did not know what he was going to do. Instead of doing anything, he sat still playing.

As Fievel played, his body seemed to press him harder. He was having an alright time holding in his bladder, but his intestines was another story.

Fievel sat playing, as light slowly began finding its way through the windows. That was okay though, as his family would only get up around eight-o-clock.

Fievel grunted hard, as his poop pressed at his anus. He moaned as he held back, doing his very best to hold in his poop. Instead of just simply going to the bathroom, he continued denying his body release.

“I’ll do it soon, but I am just going play a little longer.” whispered Fievel talking to his intestines as he felt his anus stretch. He closed his eyes, and pressed hard as he could, making it again.

He then continued playing with trucks. His body having to go both pee and poop. Fievel though had made up his mind, he was gonna go potty, even though he’d held in his pee all day.

But his body was leaving him alone, at least at the time, so Fievel began playing with plushies, he disregarded his body for the moment, as it wasn’t pressing him as hard.

His bladder was in pain though, sweat release would feel good, when he’d finally allowed himself to go. He was going in the potty this time though.

As he cuddled one of the plushies his intestines pushed him, he could feel pain come to his anus, as he tightened up real quick, pushing himself hard to hold it back.

Fievel cried a little, as he felt a clump escape, trying hard not to allow any to go… but lost the battle at least with this piece. His bladder felt like it would burst, as he peed himself slightly.

Fievel for some dumb reason, went back to playing, even though there was a clump of poop in his underwear. He just figured he might not have to go any longer.

Fievel cuddled and then rolled on the floor with a plushie, a bear to be more precise. He giggled and behaved like the five-year-old bot he is, as he soon went into a sitting position.

His intestines kicked him again, and then Fievel decided, it was time he’d better go to the bathroom. He headed for the doorway, leading to the hall. He managed to get there anyways.

And then Fievel crossed his legs, as he pressed to hold in his poop.
He began taking baby steps to get to the bathroom, as he felt pain in his anus, he felt another clump escape his anus, as he moved as fast as he could, for the baby steps he was taking. He could see the bathroom door, as he moved.

“Come on Fievel, lets do this.” whispered Fievel to himself.
Fievel got to the bathroom, and then excited like, walked in fast, as he felt poop sliding from his anus.

He got to the toilet, and then realized that by the time he got there, he lost everything in his intestines into his underwear.

“Damn. Might as well get this poop out of my underwear.” whispered Fievel to himself.
Fievel changed, actually changing into all clean things. He placed on one piece pajamas, which buttoned up the front. They were a light blue color, much like the nightshirt in (An American Tail, Mystery Of The Night Monster.)

He went back to the playroom, bladder still hurting, but he still did not pee. Fievel hadn’t an idea why he was even holding it in anymore, as he was going to do in the potty.

Fievel played some more, as the time was going on six-o-clock.
Fievel yawned as he was still tired, getting up so early, was beginning to take a toll on him.

As he also danced having to pee, denying his body was liking this.
Fievel’s penis was erect, and Fievel knew it. Even still, Fievel was ignoring that, just as he was trying hard to fight back his bladder.

Fievel sat playing some more, as tired as he felt, he did anyways.
At close to seven-o-clock, he decided he’d go back to his and Tanya’s room.

Fievel laid down on his bed, cuddling a rabbit he brought in from the playroom. He closed his eyes.

“Brother, are you up to what I think you are?” asked Tanya.

“No, I am just going to get a little more sleep.” replied Fievel.

“Well see that you do, I am getting tired of telling momma and poppa you wet the bed, as in in your sleep.” said Tanya.
Fievel closed his eyes, but not for too long, as poppa came into the room.

“Well guys, time to get up.” said poppa.

“Couldn’t I sleep a little longer?” asked Fievel.

“Nope, but you can take a nap in the afternoon.” said poppa.

“Thanks poppa.” answered Fievel.
Fievel found himself going back to the playroom, bladder still full, and hurting really, really badly now, having held it for more then a day now. He’d went to t he bathroom, but then he’d stood there with his penis hanging out, not doing anything.

Fievel wasn’t sure if he was scheming something, or just wanting to masturbate with a full bladder. He had wanted to behave this time around,  but a full bladder just felt so good while masturbating.

Fievel sat playing with trucks, as droplets escaped his body, something he just couldn’t avoid for some reason.

“Poppa, may I go to my room?” asked Fievel suddenly.

“Yes you may Fievel. But I must ask you, why are you so tired?” asked poppa.

“Well poppa, I got up at sunrise.” said Fievel.

Fievel walked the hall to his room, and then laid down. He did not go to sleep right away though. He laid on his back looking at the ceiling. He figured he’d get up soon, and then head for the bathroom. His blankets felt food in his paws.

Fievel still had his pajamas on, as he rolled on his side. The only problem is, his bladder hurt him badly, as he lay rolling around at first. He wasn’t sure what to do.

Fievel got himself up, and then to his room door. The door was ajar, but he did not even peer out into the hallway. His underwear were getting a little wet, as he stood trying to make up his mind.
Sleep some, or go potty.

Fievel’s penis was erect again, as it poked a tent in his pajamas.
Fievel held onto his erect member, as he peed a small stream, trying to hold back his pee.

“Oh gawd, what do I do?” whispered Fievel to himself.

“What if I?” asked Fievel to himself. Fievel looked from bed to bed. “It would be funny if I peed Tanya’s bed, and then blamed it on Tanya.” said Fievel to himself.

Fievel shook his head, realizing that at Tanya’s age, she’d just wash the covers, without much talking about it. She is usually stuck with the laundry.

Fievel laid back down on his own bed, and then cuddled the rabbit.
Fievel just liked having something to cuddle while sleeping.
Fievel stared at the ceiling cuddling the bunny, as he wasn’t sure what he was doing. His underwear were a little wet, as he had peed in them some.

“Oh gawd it would feel so good to just pee the bed again.” said Fievel, half aloud, half whispering. But was also thinking he shouldn’t be doing this, again.

But the feel of peeing, and masturbating, keeping most his bladder in was so appealing, that that might just take over anyways. He knew it would mean he’d have to change the covers, but what to tell momma and poppa?

Fievel knew it was early afternoon, his lunch had only just settled in his stomach. What to tell momma and poppa, as it usually was during the evening that he peed the bed.

But it wasn’t evening, it was afternoon, and Fievel almost never wet the bed during his afternoon nap. Fievel wasn’t sure what he was going to do.

“Fuck it, it feels so good, that I might as well just claim I wet the bed.” said Fievel, half aloud.

Fievel unbuttoned his pajamas far enough to pull his penis out of them. He moved his left paw across his shaft, as he moaned in orgasm. He would soon pee some too, trying to hit the bunny.

Fievel moaned as he let out a stream of pee, landing mostly on the bunny. He moved his paw across his shaft, moaning as he did.
He groaned as he let out another squirt, of saved up pee from yesterday. His bladder still hurting, as he still somewhat denied to himself that it felt very sexually arousing.

Fievel continued masturbating his penis, as he let squirts out from time to time. But just like usual, the streams he managed to get out, were getting shorter the more it turned him on.

Fievel pressed I finger of his left paw into his anus, masturbating with his right paw. He knew what he was going to do later, but he had himself so lost in sexual pleasure, that he wasn’t even thinking about that.

Fievel pressed another finger into his anus, as he moved his right paw over his shaft even faster. Fievel moaned as he peed a little more, going all over himself and his covers.

Fievel had himself so lost in orgasm, that he wasn’t paying no mind to where or how much he was peeing… which was less as much as it felt like.

Fievel’s bladder hurt pretty badly, as it added to an orgasm which Fievel would deny aloud. But no matter how much he might deny a thing like that, he felt pee peaks, running into each other.

Fievel’s body was going into orgasm strongly as he moved his fingers in and out of his anus. The feel of his fingers in himself seemed to add to his orgasm.

Suddenly without too much warning, his body fully peaked, squirting his first squirt all over the bunny he was holding.
He moaned as he could feel with his left paw’s fingers, his anus tighten, loosen, and then tighten again.

Fievel panted and then squirt another squirt of semen, going all over the pee he just peed. Moaning as he went, he spat semen everywhere.

Fievel played in his semen, as he squirt it squirt after squirt, messing up his bed in his own semen. His fingers of his left paw still in his anus, as he continued squirting with semen.

Ten eleven twelve, Fievel lost count after thirteen, as he also had problems counting over that anyways. He was a little slow, but one he learned something, it never got forgotten.

Fievel moaned as he watched and felt his body getting done cuming its load of semen, bladder still in much pain, as he’d never emptied it.

Fievel giggled a little, even though this wasn’t very funny. He ended up deciding to just let it go again anyways. He could have easily got up, and then peed the rest in the toilet, but he just let it rip.

He peed his bladder, peeing all over his bed, enjoying every moment of peeing. He peed all over his covers, and all over the bunny. His bladder gradually stopped hurting as he let go of everything which was in it.

Fievel was now laying on a soaked bed, which he’d have to get off of… he wouldn’t be able to sleep on it, as he’d soaked it. He changed, and then headed for the living room.


“Poppa?, I wet the bed, could I sleep on the sofa?” asked Fievel.

“Tanya, you know what this means don’t you?” asked poppa.

“Yeah, it means go cleanup Fievel’s mess… again.” said Tanya.
Tanya headed for Fievel’s room.




Would tell you this story, but in ways, it has already been told… in Tanya in Naughty On The Bed.


Pretty much, one of the times Tanya cleaned up Fievel’s mess, she made her own mess too.



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