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Description: FievelJ has morning bladder problems, and needs to use the bathroom. He ends up getting distracted, among other things. Will he make it to the bathroom, or will he be too late, and wet himself, only with reading, shall you know the answer.

NOTE; Vomit under keywords listed under (Other Keywords), because it's not a kink in this story.
One of the only things I never use as a kink, because I do not go for that stuff in real life.
Listed as adult, only for an erection at the story's end.

Warning, bestiality references at the end of story. ", "writing": "FievelJ In, Morning Piss Problems.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nBetween first arriving at this dusty little town, and being ass raped by that odd Orange-yellow electric mouse, FievelJ had a few good experiences. Not too long ago, he had fun messing up a closet, and getting rid of his cub semen. Day four, or maybe day five, FievelJ hadn’t planned on staying so long. Two or three days had been the original plan. But FievelJ lost track of time, and even though in his mind, it was still just three days, it was more.\nWaking up with one piece blue pajamas, with underwear underneath. Underwear, something which FievelJ didn’t usually wear under his pajamas. Usually he just placed them on only, being totally naked inside his pajamas.\nLast night’s naughty session had been fun, but it ended to quickly, having lost his semen too fast. Placing his things back on, and for some dumb reason, grabbing underwear, rather then just placing on the one piece pajamas on as is. Sometimes placing a diaper on, sometimes not.\nFievelJ had went to bed still having to pee, and hadn’t bothered going to the bathroom. As the morning sun made it into his room, consciousness started slipping in, and he became aware that his bladder was hurting.\n“I hadn’t peed last night.”\nSaid FievelJ aloud, as he slowly got up and looked around his room. I cumed too fast, so I had decided not to finish pissing last night. FievelJ thought to himself, as he nervously glanced at the closet, where he was naughty more then one evening.\n“I’ve made up my mind though.”\nHe said aloud, I’ll go to the bathroom, I’m just not sure I wanna mess around just now.\n\nFievelJ(As me from now on.)\n\nI pulled myself together a bit better, then tried to let my eyes focus better, as I was now sitting all the way up on the bed… feet dangling off the side, facing toward my bedroom door.\nMy bladder hurt so bad, as I sat there, I placed a paw at my bladder. can I make it there, or will I piss myself first? I thought, as I stared at the door. Oh come on, get up and go, the toilet isn’t gonna walk to you! I thought as I sprang to my feet, holding my gut at my bladder with my right paw. I worked the knob over, till the hinge gave, and was able to open the door. I walked slowly, with my knees close together, nearly touching, as I took baby steps toward the bathroom. As I went, I could feel my underwear getting wet, from droplets I couldn’t quite hold back. Making it to the bathroom door, was only really eight to twelve feet at most, but it took me twice the normal time to make it, from just how bad I had to go. When I saw the door, a complete sigh of relief escaped from my moth. I tried the knob, and my heart suddenly felt as though it dropped to my feet. I let myself fall against the door, placing my left paw against my right, now holding myself with two paws.\nI began to weep and sob like a baby, loosing his favorite toy, or having to go to bed early, when I’d misbehaved. As I stood there, I could hear grueling sounds, as well as unpleasant sounds from the other side of the door. I understood it, but really didn’t wanna hear the owner of the establishment, vomiting from drinking too much, the evening before. As quickly as I could manage, I began heading back to my room, loosing droplets with almost every-step. If I can get back to my room, I have diapers. I thought, figuring I could probably just empty most of my bladder into a diaper, then just wait it out, till she’d get out of the bathroom. As I inched toward my bedroom, I lost a few more droplets, starting to feel some wetness on the outside of my pajamas. I didn’t dare take my paws away from my crouch, for fear I might loose my bladder. As I inched closer, my eyes caught onto a room on the right side of the hall, with the door wide opened. There was a name sign on the door. (Yure16). It wasn’t far from my bedroom door, I could even see it from where I was standing. What the hell, I shrugged, I’ll just take a quick look. I entered the room, and had a look around. From what I saw, it appeared like this Yure16 was away at college or something. There was a dresser on the opposite side of the room from the bed, or just about right to the left, of entering the room. On it, there was High School graduation photos, tassels, and other High School memorabilia. I took my left paw off of my right, so as to pick up a High School Trophy. I looked at it for a short period of time, then set it back down. As I approached the bed, I heard Darla making her way through the hall. Nervous, I began thinking she was going to give me hell.\n“Oh there you are. The bathroom is free now.”\nI turned around to face her.\n“-Is this like ah, your son’s room or something?”\n\n“Yeah it is but not to worry, he’ll not be back till summer.\nAnd if you spill that, it’s not so bad, cause we never did remake this room into that of a normal adult’s room… he likes it this way.”\nShe smiled, even though it was obvious, it wasn’t easy, as she held her pounding head. I sat down on Yure16’s bunk-bed, and admired the crazy combination of colors.\n\n[largethumb]81376[/largethumb] \n\n(Of course, the only thing missing from this example, is Yure16.)\nI sat on the edge of his bed, looking at his dresser, as I pressed my knees close together, and somehow managed to take my right paw off of my crouch. The spot on my pajamas, was around the size of a CD or DVD disc. Something which technology shouldn’t have come probably, for a decent number of years yet. It was like, technology was advancing faster then the rest of the world was.\nThere was yellow spots on things, which had long since dried up.\nThere were probably a few newer ones, judging by the smell of Yure16’s room. It was completely possible, that if I let a few of my own, that nobody would be mad at me anyways. I sat, then turned myself around enough to view the odd Teddy Bear wallpaper. As I sat, my bladder for the moment didn’t hurt me. I looked around the other way, to spot a green stuffed animal. In a way it looked like a bear, but it’s ears were long like a bunny. It’s feet looked like the thing was designed by some child. It was without paw pads. I grabbed my own left foot, and looked at the bottom of it. As I did, and licked over it for some reason, I got an uncomfortable reminder I still had to pee. I squirted an entire stream of piss, not quite realizing just how full my bladder had become. My one piece pajamas were now wet to the start of my legs. I’d better getup, and go. I thought, as I got up, and took only about three steps toward the door, then turned, and for some dumb reason, decided to check out the top bunk instead. What the hell, my bladder feels better any way. I thought, as I climbed up, and looked around from a sitting position. I was facing the door side of the room, sitting atop the top bunk. “What am I doing, I gotta get to the bathroom.”\nI said aloud, as I worked my way back off of the top bunk. I let a wet spot, as I took a quick look on my way back down, about the size of two or three DVD discs. There was also a yellowish spot about the same size on the lower bunk as well. The lower side of my pajamas below my knees were still dry however. Standing on the floor, facing the opened door, I suddenly realized my hurting bladder again. I quickly placed my right paw on my crouch, with poor timing, I already squirted some. The wetness was now spreading to below my knees, and if I didn’t get to the bathroom soon, the ankle bottoms would soon be leaking. I took a few painful steps toward the opened door. There were yellowish spots on the carpet as I walked, not that I was bothering taking the time to look back at them. I peered out into the hallway. It was only a matter of a few yards or so, to get to the bathroom… but the distance seemed to be closer to eight or nine yards. What the hell is wrong with you, I began to wonder, the bathroom has been empty for a while now, why didn’t you just go? Pulling myself together, I inched toward the bathroom, with nearly every baby step, I squirted a little more. As I went, I placed my left paw onto my right, to try and help myself to hold it in better. Sweating and even crying a bit as I went, droplets were still escaping from the edge of my penis. Little by little I inched further closer toward the bathroom, the door was completely ajar. My feet finally hit the carpet of the start of the bathroom, and I was beginning to feel relieved. Closing the door might be a waste of time, so I figured on leaving it wide opened. My bladder was now hurting so badly, my baby steps now looked more like a wind up toy, on someone’s desk. I was about half way past the sink, seeing the toilet as I went. Oh no… ju-just a few moments longer. I pressed and pressed, as I felt my penis squirting, inching toward the toilet. With tiny step, I squirted more urine, trying to make the toilet. Something in me gave up, or I just couldn’t hold it no more, or both. My piss was just squirting out of me uncontrollably, as I suddenly gave up trying to hold it, and stepped fast toward the toilet. I fumbled with the buttons as I tried opening my pajamas, still pissing like a hose, as my pajamas were now beyond wet, and dripping making the carpet wet, and making a puddle on it. I finally got to my naughty bit, and tried my best to pull it out. Squirting all over my paws as I did, I finally managed to get it exposed, to piss in the toilet. A few droplets escaped, and I was finished going. There was a trail of yellow spots behind me, and they went completely across the bathroom floor. I began sobbing like a baby where I stood, and collapsed into my piss puddle. The wetness no longer a bother, considering how wet I already was. My little balls and naughty bit still exposed, I sat there with tears still in my eyes. I heard sudden steps from just outside the bathroom, and looked up just on time to see a gentlemen standing at the doorway.\n“Wha-what are you, a mouse?\nConsidering my overly large size, he appeared much calmer then I would figure.\n“Ahm yeah, I am a mouse.”\nI felt tingling from my face, the unmistakable feeling of blushing, as I sat there in my mess.\n\n“You’re blushing. Besides that yet, your bits and pieces appear as though they’d like some attention.”\nSitting in a puddle, which was seeming to be getting a little smaller, as the carpet was soaking some up, I looked down to realize my naughty bit was standing, and in a certain matter a speaking, was staring at me. 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Between first arriving at this dusty little town, and being ass raped by that odd Orange-yellow electric mouse, FievelJ had a few good experiences. Not too long ago, he had fun messing up a closet, and getting rid of his cub semen. Day four, or maybe day five, FievelJ hadn’t planned on staying so long. Two or three days had been the original plan. But FievelJ lost track of time, and even though in his mind, it was still just three days, it was more.
Waking up with one piece blue pajamas, with underwear underneath. Underwear, something which FievelJ didn’t usually wear under his pajamas. Usually he just placed them on only, being totally naked inside his pajamas.
Last night’s naughty session had been fun, but it ended to quickly, having lost his semen too fast. Placing his things back on, and for some dumb reason, grabbing underwear, rather then just placing on the one piece pajamas on as is. Sometimes placing a diaper on, sometimes not.
FievelJ had went to bed still having to pee, and hadn’t bothered going to the bathroom. As the morning sun made it into his room, consciousness started slipping in, and he became aware that his bladder was hurting.
“I hadn’t peed last night.”
Said FievelJ aloud, as he slowly got up and looked around his room. I cumed too fast, so I had decided not to finish pissing last night. FievelJ thought to himself, as he nervously glanced at the closet, where he was naughty more then one evening.
“I’ve made up my mind though.”
He said aloud, I’ll go to the bathroom, I’m just not sure I wanna mess around just now.

FievelJ(As me from now on.)

I pulled myself together a bit better, then tried to let my eyes focus better, as I was now sitting all the way up on the bed… feet dangling off the side, facing toward my bedroom door.
My bladder hurt so bad, as I sat there, I placed a paw at my bladder. can I make it there, or will I piss myself first? I thought, as I stared at the door. Oh come on, get up and go, the toilet isn’t gonna walk to you! I thought as I sprang to my feet, holding my gut at my bladder with my right paw. I worked the knob over, till the hinge gave, and was able to open the door. I walked slowly, with my knees close together, nearly touching, as I took baby steps toward the bathroom. As I went, I could feel my underwear getting wet, from droplets I couldn’t quite hold back. Making it to the bathroom door, was only really eight to twelve feet at most, but it took me twice the normal time to make it, from just how bad I had to go. When I saw the door, a complete sigh of relief escaped from my moth. I tried the knob, and my heart suddenly felt as though it dropped to my feet. I let myself fall against the door, placing my left paw against my right, now holding myself with two paws.
I began to weep and sob like a baby, loosing his favorite toy, or having to go to bed early, when I’d misbehaved. As I stood there, I could hear grueling sounds, as well as unpleasant sounds from the other side of the door. I understood it, but really didn’t wanna hear the owner of the establishment, vomiting from drinking too much, the evening before. As quickly as I could manage, I began heading back to my room, loosing droplets with almost every-step. If I can get back to my room, I have diapers. I thought, figuring I could probably just empty most of my bladder into a diaper, then just wait it out, till she’d get out of the bathroom. As I inched toward my bedroom, I lost a few more droplets, starting to feel some wetness on the outside of my pajamas. I didn’t dare take my paws away from my crouch, for fear I might loose my bladder. As I inched closer, my eyes caught onto a room on the right side of the hall, with the door wide opened. There was a name sign on the door. (Yure16). It wasn’t far from my bedroom door, I could even see it from where I was standing. What the hell, I shrugged, I’ll just take a quick look. I entered the room, and had a look around. From what I saw, it appeared like this Yure16 was away at college or something. There was a dresser on the opposite side of the room from the bed, or just about right to the left, of entering the room. On it, there was High School graduation photos, tassels, and other High School memorabilia. I took my left paw off of my right, so as to pick up a High School Trophy. I looked at it for a short period of time, then set it back down. As I approached the bed, I heard Darla making her way through the hall. Nervous, I began thinking she was going to give me hell.
“Oh there you are. The bathroom is free now.”
I turned around to face her.
“-Is this like ah, your son’s room or something?”

“Yeah it is but not to worry, he’ll not be back till summer.
And if you spill that, it’s not so bad, cause we never did remake this room into that of a normal adult’s room… he likes it this way.”
She smiled, even though it was obvious, it wasn’t easy, as she held her pounding head. I sat down on Yure16’s bunk-bed, and admired the crazy combination of colors.

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(Of course, the only thing missing from this example, is Yure16.)
I sat on the edge of his bed, looking at his dresser, as I pressed my knees close together, and somehow managed to take my right paw off of my crouch. The spot on my pajamas, was around the size of a CD or DVD disc. Something which technology shouldn’t have come probably, for a decent number of years yet. It was like, technology was advancing faster then the rest of the world was.
There was yellow spots on things, which had long since dried up.
There were probably a few newer ones, judging by the smell of Yure16’s room. It was completely possible, that if I let a few of my own, that nobody would be mad at me anyways. I sat, then turned myself around enough to view the odd Teddy Bear wallpaper. As I sat, my bladder for the moment didn’t hurt me. I looked around the other way, to spot a green stuffed animal. In a way it looked like a bear, but it’s ears were long like a bunny. It’s feet looked like the thing was designed by some child. It was without paw pads. I grabbed my own left foot, and looked at the bottom of it. As I did, and licked over it for some reason, I got an uncomfortable reminder I still had to pee. I squirted an entire stream of piss, not quite realizing just how full my bladder had become. My one piece pajamas were now wet to the start of my legs. I’d better getup, and go. I thought, as I got up, and took only about three steps toward the door, then turned, and for some dumb reason, decided to check out the top bunk instead. What the hell, my bladder feels better any way. I thought, as I climbed up, and looked around from a sitting position. I was facing the door side of the room, sitting atop the top bunk. “What am I doing, I gotta get to the bathroom.”
I said aloud, as I worked my way back off of the top bunk. I let a wet spot, as I took a quick look on my way back down, about the size of two or three DVD discs. There was also a yellowish spot about the same size on the lower bunk as well. The lower side of my pajamas below my knees were still dry however. Standing on the floor, facing the opened door, I suddenly realized my hurting bladder again. I quickly placed my right paw on my crouch, with poor timing, I already squirted some. The wetness was now spreading to below my knees, and if I didn’t get to the bathroom soon, the ankle bottoms would soon be leaking. I took a few painful steps toward the opened door. There were yellowish spots on the carpet as I walked, not that I was bothering taking the time to look back at them. I peered out into the hallway. It was only a matter of a few yards or so, to get to the bathroom… but the distance seemed to be closer to eight or nine yards. What the hell is wrong with you, I began to wonder, the bathroom has been empty for a while now, why didn’t you just go? Pulling myself together, I inched toward the bathroom, with nearly every baby step, I squirted a little more. As I went, I placed my left paw onto my right, to try and help myself to hold it in better. Sweating and even crying a bit as I went, droplets were still escaping from the edge of my penis. Little by little I inched further closer toward the bathroom, the door was completely ajar. My feet finally hit the carpet of the start of the bathroom, and I was beginning to feel relieved. Closing the door might be a waste of time, so I figured on leaving it wide opened. My bladder was now hurting so badly, my baby steps now looked more like a wind up toy, on someone’s desk. I was about half way past the sink, seeing the toilet as I went. Oh no… ju-just a few moments longer. I pressed and pressed, as I felt my penis squirting, inching toward the toilet. With tiny step, I squirted more urine, trying to make the toilet. Something in me gave up, or I just couldn’t hold it no more, or both. My piss was just squirting out of me uncontrollably, as I suddenly gave up trying to hold it, and stepped fast toward the toilet. I fumbled with the buttons as I tried opening my pajamas, still pissing like a hose, as my pajamas were now beyond wet, and dripping making the carpet wet, and making a puddle on it. I finally got to my naughty bit, and tried my best to pull it out. Squirting all over my paws as I did, I finally managed to get it exposed, to piss in the toilet. A few droplets escaped, and I was finished going. There was a trail of yellow spots behind me, and they went completely across the bathroom floor. I began sobbing like a baby where I stood, and collapsed into my piss puddle. The wetness no longer a bother, considering how wet I already was. My little balls and naughty bit still exposed, I sat there with tears still in my eyes. I heard sudden steps from just outside the bathroom, and looked up just on time to see a gentlemen standing at the doorway.
“Wha-what are you, a mouse?
Considering my overly large size, he appeared much calmer then I would figure.
“Ahm yeah, I am a mouse.”
I felt tingling from my face, the unmistakable feeling of blushing, as I sat there in my mess.

“You’re blushing. Besides that yet, your bits and pieces appear as though they’d like some attention.”
Sitting in a puddle, which was seeming to be getting a little smaller, as the carpet was soaking some up, I looked down to realize my naughty bit was standing, and in a certain matter a speaking, was staring at me. I blushed some more, as I sat.
“Ahm, I guess I should take care of that.”
The man stepped into the bathroom, then closed and locked the door.




To Be Continued.
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