WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS BABYFUR AND POTTY RELATED STUFF
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It was a sunny day. Connor was sitting in the stroller as they arrived at the playground. His older brother lifted the little pup out of the stroller and smiled. He quickly did a pants-check, by tugging at the back of the little pup’s shortalls. Connor was all clean, but checks were in order as the little pup was wearing his big boy undies. His brother, Jonathan, pat the little pup’s bottom and gave him a friendly smile. “Skip along and play now little guy.” Connor clung to his leg shyly. He wasn’t sure whether any friends of his were there too.  John smiled and pet the little cub’s head. 3don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll find someone. Maybe new friend or maybe someone you already know. HE ushered the puppy to the playground. Connor did feel kinda confident in his undies. Although he doesn’t always manage to keep them dry or clean, they made him feel like a really big boy. He toddled towards the playground, looking around for a friend and then suddenly someone bumped into him. Both cubs fell onto their bottoms and rubbed their heads. 
Connor looked and found the other cub to be Steve. Steve is a wolf cub, but very unlike Connor. Steve is older and a bit taller and whereas Connor is completely white-grey’ish, Stevie has a brown fur colour, with lighter brown covering his muzzle and tummy. Steve also has long hair covering his head as Steve is a cubby metalhead. Both rubbed their heads. Connor was a bit frightened. He didn’t really know Steve very well but, Steve had teased him quite a bit in the past after Connor having potty-accidents quite sometimes. Steve stood up and looked at Connor. To Connor’s surprise, Stevie gave the littler wolf cub a friendly smile and offered his paw to help Connor up. Connor accepted and smiled nervously.“T…Thankyoo!” Steve wagged his tail. “You’re welcome!” Connor blushed a bit. Stevie tilted his head. “Looking for someone to play? Because I am!” Connor nodded. “Yeah. I…was…uh…yeh” Stevie bounced a bit, holding his paws on his tummy. He blushed quite deeply all of a sudden as his tail flagged up. Connor couldn’t really make up what was going on, or why Stvie wasn’t responding. The bigger wolf then took a bit of a weird stance with his legs apart, after letting his tail down again. Connor didn’t make up a lot of it. Connor felt his chance to impress one of the bigger kids. “I…I’m a big boy! I…I wear undies!” Stevie giggled. “So do I! Big boy undies!” Connor smiled. “So what were you doing?” Stevie smiled. “I was heading for the potty.” Connor smiled and tilted his head. “Oooh! I’ll let you go then!” But Stevie shook his head. “Nah. Uuh…I’ll hold it! I can..uhh.. hold it for a long time!” Connor shrugged. “Okays!”
Connor, was still a bit nervous about Stevie but decided to give playing with him a try. Stevie pointed at the sandbox. “Lets go play there!” Connor nodded and caught a wiff of some bad smelling air. HE identified the smell as poop. He giggled. “Whew. T..There must be some cub who’s pooped their pants around here… buh.. they must be a total baby…we are big boy and don’t poop our pants!” Connor exclaimed enthusiastically. Stevie nodded and confirmed. “Very true…although last time at preschool you totally pooped your pants too, you silly pottypants!” Connor blushed at the comment and toddled off to the sandbox. Stevie followed. Connor did notice Stevie doing a silly waddle. He was holding his legs apart the entire time. Connor shrugged and randomly started digging in the sand. Stevie sat on his knees, next to Connor and filled up a bucket with sand. He then turned it over, pat the bucket’s bottom with a plastic shovel. Connor was surprised to see a perfect bucker-shape. “Whoa! How did you do that?” Stevie smiled proudly. “It’s easy! You can do it! You fill a bucket with sand. Then you turn it over and take it off!” Connor did so. Although when he took the bucket off, the shape collapsed a bit. He looked a bit disappointed, but Stevie reassured him. “It takes a bit of practice! When you’re older like me, you’ll manage!” Connor wagged his tail. He was having a lot of fun. Who would have thought that a guy who teases can also be nice sometimes? Connor blushed a bit as he suddenly felt a sharp feeling in his groin-area. He recognized the feeling as needing to pee. But having so much fun, he didn’t want to stop playing and decided to continue playing with Stevie, pretty convinced he’d be able to hold it for a long time like Stevie, or so as Stevie claimed.
Then Stevie got an idea. “You know what?” It’s even better if we build together! We could make the best sandcastle ever together!” Connor was kind of surprised indeed as he never really expected Stevie to be this friendly to him. He only knew Stevie trough Max, Both his and Steve’s best friend. Maybe it was trough this mutual friend they both decided playing with each other was worth it! Especially after Max’s 4th birthday party where they played a board game and Connor and Stevie were in the same team and they won.
The two pups both filled a bucket with damp sand and put them down next to each other. Now there were not one, not two but three nicely bucket-shaped heaps of sand. Stevie started filling the spaces in between the heaps up with more sand so they’d be connected in one larger whole. Connor had filled up another bucket with sand and the placed it upon the three other heaps… and it worked! Now they had made a construction better than they’d ever suspected it to become. Even Stevie looked kinda surprised and proud. “We did it!” Connor nodded proudly. “How’d we do that?” Stevie smiled. “Teamwork, buddy!” Connor smiled very happily at a big kid calling him “buddy”. He nodded quickly. “Yeah! Teamwork!” Stevie stood up, still taking the same silly stance, though Connor didn’t make much of it. Connor suddenly caught another wiff of poop-smelling air. He giggled. “I bet Maxy must be around here somewhere!”  Stevie blushed deeply, but laughed. “Yeah…he…he must be around here somewhere judging from that smell…” Connor wagged excitedly. “W…what should we do next?” Stevie shrugged. “Iunno. You lead the way.” Connor bounced. “We could ask me older brother to buy us ice-cream!” Stevie clapped his paws happily. “Ooooh! Ice-cream! I support that idea!”
The two cubs toddled towards Johnathan. The young-adult wolf was reading a magazine as he saw the two pups running at him.  “Oh hi there little brother. You found a friend?” Connor nodded excitedly. “Yes! And we want ice-cream!” Johnathan laughed. “Sure you do. Now what’s the magic word?” Connor and Stevie simultaneously replied. “Please?” Johnathan smiled and pet both cubs head. Then he too caught a wiff of the bad smelling air. He smiled. “Juuuuuust a second kiddo.” He kneeled down and tugged at the side of Connor’s cargo-fabric shortalls. He did find they were clean. “Okay. It’s alright. Just checking!” Stevie giggled at Connor being checked, but didn’t really make any comments about it. Johnathan led both cubs to an ice-cream stand. Johnathan was pretty much now suspecting where the bad smell came from, judging from Stevie’s silly waddle. He advised; “Little guy… after you had your ice-cream, you might wanna go see your parents. Just to be sure.” Stevie blushed deeply and shook his head. “No need to…I…I just checked with them…and…they’re fine!” Johgnathan laughed. “Silly. I meant so they could check on you. You never know.” Connor giggled, getting the idea, the bad smell might be Stevie. But he didn’t want to accuse a kid, bigger than him, to be the source of a poopy smell, that he too could have been.
Both cubs ordered a cone with a single scoop of chocolate ice-cream. Johnathan bought himself something too and ushered both cubs to go and play. Connor toddled happily towards a bench, holding his crotch with one paw and holding the cone in his other paw. Connor really had to pee, but he was having so much fun, he didn’t want to go. Connor hopped onto the bench and pat the seat next to him. “C’mon! Sit down!” Stevie refused by shaking his head. “uhhh..no fanks…I…I prefer standing up!” Connor wriggled quite desperately, really squeezing his crotch. Stevie noticed and tilted his head. “Uhh…Connor? You miiight want to go and use a potty…just…in case…” Connor shook his head. “No! I can hold it! I can hold it as long as you can hold your potty!” He smiled. Stevie went into a deep blush. “uhhh…Yeh…but…maybe…you should still go…” Connor shook his head. “I wanna hold it as long as you! You’ve been holding it all the time too!”. Stevie squeaked softly and held his bottom with one paw. He was happy he was wearing baggy cargo-shorts. He really did realized that he had pooped his pants. He didn’t feel really big, knowing he had been playing around in poopy undies for a while now and been avoiding getting discovered. But he did enjoy feeling kinda little. Connor on the other hand was feeling great about himself, being so big. Both cubs finished their ice-cream and decided to go play some more. They toddled off to the climbing frame. Stevie grew sort of oblivious about his messy pants and climbed upon the climbing frame. Connor toddled after him but before he reached the ladder, the little pup was stopped in his tracks. He shuffled his feet apart in order to spread out his legs, as a small dark patch appeared on the front of his shortalls.