Traffic was backed up on a busy highway, and among all the cars was a family's minivan. A preteen fox in the back row had his legs pressed together with his hands on his lap. He had been trying to play it cool, but secretly he was becoming frustrated. There was no good way to get help without shaming himself, but it could end up becoming worse if he doesn't do something.

"Hey, uhh... can we stop somewhere?" he nervously asked.

"For what?" his mother questioned from the passenger seat.

"I gotta pee."

"Nick, we just stopped for gas an hour ago. Why didn't you go then?"

"I did..." he shamefully answered, "but I gotta go again."

She let out a heavy sigh and shook her head. By this point in his life, he really ought to be able to go more than an hour without a bathroom break. Granted, it wasn't like this was a common problem, so perhaps she shouldn't be so hard on him. "Well it might be a while. You think you can hold it?"

"Yeah, I think so."

Nick looked out the window and monitored the traffic. Things were moving a lot slower than he'd like; it seemed like each lane was taking turns moving for a few seconds at a time. The signs on the side of the road said there were some gas stations and restaurants at the next exit, but there was no telling how much longer it would take to get there. Nick shifted in his seat and tucked his hands between his legs; the pressure was continuing to build in his bladder.

"Think you're gonna make it?" a purple cat was looking over the back of her seat from the middle row. It was his slightly younger sister, Melissa.

Nick rolled his eyes, "I can hold it long enough to get to another gas station."

She snickered, "Well I hope so. Otherwise you might end up like Jake." She nodded over to their younger brother, who was in the seat beside Nick. Jake would often be put in diapers for long trips just in case he dozed off and had an accident. And this trip was no exception.

"I'm not gonna piss myself." Nick sternly replied. "It's not that much further to the exit, I can hold it 'til then."

Getting irritated at his sister's teasing, Nick looked out the window again. In the distance, he could see the ramp leading off of the highway. He just needed to hold on long enough for them to get there. However, all of the lanes were at a stand-still; traffic wasn't moving at all.

"Rrrrrrgh," he growled, "What gives!?"

"There's probably a wreck somewhere up the road." his mom answered. "Just try to be patient."

He was trying, but it was becoming difficult. At least when traffic was moving, he didn't think it would take that long. But now that everything was stopped, there was no telling how much longer he would have to wait. Nick's hands gripped his dick and clamped it shut; his bladder was really starting to bother him now.

"Can't you guys just let me out on the side of the road?" he nagged.

"No, Nick." his father bluntly objected. "There's a cop right behind us."

He turned around and looked out the back window. Sure enough, there was a highway patrol car. He sat back down and tried to come up with something else. He was pretty sure the cop would also rule out his 'drive on the shoulder' plan.

"Well does anyone have an empty soda bottle I can use?"

The van fell silent as nobody spoke up. Nick looked around for any discarded bottles, but they must have thrown them all away at the previous stop.

"Argh, come on! There's gotta be something! I'm seriously about to piss my pants!"

"Maybe you should put on one of Jake's diapers so you don't have an accident." his younger sister, Anne, suggested.

"What?" Nick was bewildered. "Like hell! I'm not doing that!"

Melissa butted in with her own snide remark. "Well if you think you're gonna pee your pants, it's better to be prepared, right?" She couldn't help but mock her brother's predicament.

Nick grumbled to himself, thinking that if his hands weren't currently clamped around his dick, he'd love to slap that shit-eating grin off her face. "It's just a little further. I can still hold it."

But he wasn't sure how much longer he could last. Nick squeezed his legs together and grit his teeth. The traffic wasn't clearing up; all of the cars were merely inching along. He leaned forward and rested his head against the seat in front of him, closing his eyes and trying to concentrate. The grip on his privates was as strong as he could muster. His eyes were watering, and he couldn't help but whimper. It felt like he was fighting a losing battle and it was only a matter of time before the floodgates opened.

At this point, things were getting outright painful, his whole body was trembling. Liquid was steadily dripping into his underwear and there was nothing he could do to stop it. No matter how hard he tried to hold on, it just didn't seem to be enough. In a fit a desperation, a high-pitched yelp escaped from his throat.

"Are you okay back there?" his mother asked. She waited for an answer, but did not receive one.

Melissa turned around and peered into the back row again. It was hard to tell with him wriggling around so much, but she noticed a dark spot forming on the front of her brother's jeans. "Uhhh, mom? He's peeing his pants!"

His hands were soaked, and now the seat was getting wet too. Nick was trying his hardest to fight it, but he only had so much strength and it was waning fast. He was able to stop for about a second every now and then, but just did not have the energy to hold it. He couldn't maintain the grip around his dick any more. Even his morale was failing. The damage had been done, so what was the point? He started to feel as if he should just let go and get it over with. He was exhausted and nothing was working. His body went limp, he laid back and panted as the fluids finished draining from him.

"Nick, did you really?" his mom inquired with an accusatory tone.

His head hung low, he dreaded having to admit it. "I'm..." he whimpered, on the verge of tears, "I'm sorry! I couldn't hold it!"

She took a deep breath and let out a big, disappointed sigh. "Alright," she bemoaned, "Let's stop somewhere and get you cleaned up."

He felt like such a baby. Really, wetting himself? That's something you're supposed to stop doing by the time you're four, definitely not when you're twelve. Now he had to fight the urge to cry, wanting to at least maintain some shred of dignity. He was so embarrassed and ashamed of himself, he almost wished he could just die.

...

The family's minivan finally made it to the exit and pulled over at a gas station. As Nick's sisters got out and went inside for some snacks, his mom came around to the side door to check on him.

"Hey, you okay?" she asked.

"No, not really..." Nick mumbled with his head laying down on the seat in front of him.

She leaned in and patted him on the back. "Your dad's getting your suitcase out. You can go change once he gets your clothes."

Nick responded with a heavy sigh. He was really dreading his walk of shame.

Shortly afterwards, his dad came over with a grocery bag full of clothes. "Alright guys, come on. Let's go find the bathroom."

"Jake, you go too." his mom continued, "I don't know if you need a change, but at least try to use the bathroom."

The younger boy picked up a pair of shorts from the floorboard and pulled them on over his diaper. The two boys climbed out of the van and began to follow their father. Nick kept his head hung low, desperately trying to avoid eye contact with everyone as he walked across the parking lot in piss-soaked pants. Once inside, they found the bathroom not far from the entrance. Luckily there was no wait, so the three of them went inside and locked the door.

"Go ahead and get undressed." the dad told his boys. "Then wet a paper towel in the sink and wipe yourselves off."

Nick felt even more embarrassed about having to do this in front of his dad. But without saying a word, he unbuttoned his pants, then turned away and slid his wet clothes down. Taking off his shoes, he stepped out of his jeans and boxers and kicked them aside.

Jake dropped his shorts and started pulling off the tapes on his diaper. After getting them all off, he pulled the diaper through his legs and rolled it up for disposal.

Standing bottomless in front of their father, the two brothers grabbed some paper towels and rinsed them under the sink. They both lifted up their shirts, leaned over, and started scrubbing their private regions.

"Nick, I think you got a little on your shirt." his dad said.

The older boy raised his head and looked around behind him. Pulling the back of the shirt closer, it was indeed wet around the bottom. He must have been sitting on it in the van. Groaning in further frustration, he pulled the shirt up over his head and threw it over with the rest of his wet clothes. Now that he had been stripped fully naked, he hurried to finish washing himself so he could get dressed again.

"Dad, I'm sorry." he said as he scrubbed his inner thighs.

"Nick, it's-" his dad struggled to find the right words, "...don't worry about it."

"So how much trouble am I in?" With his tail in the air, he bent over and reached between his legs to clean his butt crack.

His dad sighed and averted his gaze, "You're not in trouble Nick. Look, I'm not gonna lie, I AM pretty disappointed right now... but I know it was accident and you didn't mean to. Besides, you seem plenty ashamed already." He turned back to his son, who was now standing upright and reaching around to wipe the outside of his buttocks. "Just don't let it happen again, okay?"

"Okay." he meekly replied.

Both boys continued wiping themselves down until they had mostly gotten the pee out of their fur. Once Nick was done, he reached over towards his dad and took the bag from him. After he pulled his clean clothes on, he grabbed the wet ones off the floor and put them back into the bag. All finished up, he started heading for the door. However, before he could leave, his dad stopped him.

"You need to try and use the bathroom before we go. I don't want you having another accident."

Nick's mouth opened as if he were about to complain, but shut again once he realized he had no room to argue. He simply grunted and handed the bag to his dad before turning around and going back to the toilet. His younger brother was already standing in front of it with his shirt held up, still naked from the waist down. Nick grumbled about being subjected to the same treatment as his bedwetting little brother, he found it all very degrading. But soon, Jake flushed and walked away to go put his own clothes on.

Now that the toilet was free, Nick unzipped and pulled his manhood out. He felt dumb standing there holding himself, he expected his bladder to still be empty after he emptied it all over the back seat. However, with a little push there turned out to be a short stream still in there. After a shake and a zip-up, he flushed and went to the sink to wash his hands. As he was drying them off, he went back to his father, who had just finished helping Jake get a fresh diaper on. "Can we go now?"

After Jake pulled his shorts up, their dad turned to Nick and pulled the door open. "After you."

Nick lead the group out of the bathroom, glad to finally be in some dry pants. He headed back outside to the minivan, where his sisters were waiting for their mom to finish cleaning the Nick's seat.

"It's still a little damp back there." his mom told him as she hopped back out. "Leave the towel there so you don't get your butt wet."

The kids climbed in and took their seats. Thankfully, the towel was enough to keep the moisture from seeping through, though the seat still had the faint stench of pee. It was something he was just going to have to deal with as they continued their journey. Once his parents got back in and buckled up, the van pulled away and they were back on the road again.