The sounds of fireballs exploding and goblins crying out in surprise filled Mac's room. His attention was intently focused on his television screen, his new video game completely enrapturing him. He had been gifted a new video game for keeping his pants dry and clean at school all month, much to his annoyance. He hadn't been dry or clean at home, but his parents were just happy that they hadn't gotten any calls home that month informing them of Mac using his pants as his toilet. 

Mac didn't see what the big deal was about peeing his pants at school. Once he had his first ever accident and gotten teased about it, something had sparked in his brain. He loved the feeling of warm piddle pouring into his pants. He would frequently think back on his first ever accident at school, long before he'd chosen that he would just use his pants whenever he felt like it. He was trying desperately to get his teacher's attention that day, but he was a bit of a trouble maker so his teacher had been intentionally ignoring him. His teacher did not know just how badly he actually needed to pee. He was already only mostly potty trained at the time, so his bladder control was not as developed as the other students. He tried in vain one last time to get his teachers attention before he felt his crotch warm up. He looked down in dismay as he soaked his jeans, and his Hero Hounds underwear right in his chair. Mac recalled the feeling of all the eyes in the room staring at him as he peed his pants. While most other kids would have cried, or sat there frozen, Mac felt elated. He smiled as he peed, smirking at the other students as he emptied his bladder. They all giggled at him, but because he didn't cry, and seemed to like it, they didn't really tease him. 

After that day, Mac peeing his pants in class was kind of an expectation. If he didn't feel like doing a particular assignment, or just was bored, he'd pee in his pants as an excuse to leave the class. He'd even convinced a few other students to try it before.  Some days if he really needed to go, he'd fill his pants as well. Because he'd gotten such a reputation for it, he managed to avoid social isolation or being teased. In fact, he was one of the more well-liked kids in class. He was athletic and witty, and was happy to include anyone in his games. Especially if he could convince them to go pee in their pants as well. 

These school "accidents" had ended up with Mac's parents needing to bribe him to keep his pants clean and dry at school. So as he played his new video game, a reward for behaving, he knew exactly how he was going to celebrate. He took a big gulp of his second soda that afternoon, and felt his need to pee reaching a breaking point. He squirmed on his beanbag, unable to grab at his crotch because his paws were both very busy holding the controller he as using to blast mythical creatures with magic. He was having a lot of fun with his new game, and was looking forward to inviting some of his new friends over that weekend to play.

Mac had met a group of kids at the playground one weekend, and was curious when they all suddenly decided to go into the woods together after they excused themselves to "go potty". He snuck along behind them, following them into the woods, and was shocked to find this group of other kids standing in front of one another, then peeing and pooping their pants in turn one by one. There was a very friendly collie boy, a cocky tiger boy, a seemingly very sharp fox boy, a cute raccoon girl, a stern looking wolf girl, and a fussy looking kangaroo girl. And they all had big pee stains on their pants, and big sagging lumps weighing down the back of their pants. After seeing this, Mac immediately revealed himself, much to the unease of that group. But their unease had quickly been assuaged as soon as Mac spread his legs, and let loose his own piddle stream into his pants. He then squatted and filled his pants as well, and he was made an official initiate of the Potty Pants Pals. 

The coywolf couldn't wait to share his new game with his friends, but that afternoon he didn't feel like going out and playing with them. He wanted to enjoy his new game alone, without any interruptions. As he delved further into the caves of the game, he felt his body begin to tingle and go numb. He knew he was about to begin peeing whether he wanted to or not. He had held his pee long enough to have had true accidents enough times to know that he had officially waited to long. Warm wetness burst into his pants, and he sighed in pleasure as he soaked himself. He focused his ears on the soft hissing sounds coming from his crotch, and almost lost track of what he was going in his game. He squirmed as he felt his bean bag begin to lose its battle with absorbing his pee, and he felt his piddle puddle pooling under his rump. He peed in that beanbag nearly every day, so it already smelled strongly of his musk, and it had been so frequently saturated that the filling didn't properly absorb any more. So the fake-leather material began to collect his pee, and Mac sat in his pee puddle happily. 

As much as Mac didn't want to let his pee accident distract him, when he finished, he felt a different kind of need vying for his attention. His shorts were tented up, with his coywolf peen poking needily into his soaked Hero Hounds cartoon undies. He got an idea and pressed his controller to his erect puppy parts, and held down the button which cast the spells in his game. As he held the button, his controller vibrated more and more intensely until reaching a peak. He held the vibrating controller against his bits, squirming and splashing in his piddle puddle as the pleasure of the vibrations drove him closer and closer. He let his tongue hang out of his muzzle as he pleasured himself in his pee puddle, using his new game to get himself off into his soaked clothes. He couldn't hold back for very long, and quickly he felt a different kind of tingly pleasure and numbness take over his body as he emptied his balls into his peed pants. It wasn't a lot, but he managed to produce a few jets of watery puppy spunk into his pants, mixing with the piddle that soaked them.  

Mac panted and sat back in his soggy chair, catching his breath, until he could eventually see straight. And then, as though nothing had happened, he went right back to his game. He knew exactly how the rest of his night was going to go, especially as he felt his stomach begin to rumble...

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"Louis, Louis! Wake up!" Lee said excitedly, shaking his brother awake.

"Urgh...hmm? What?" Louis asked groggily. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, only half awake while his twin shook him.

"I stayed dry all night! I didn't pee my diaper!" Lee said proudly.

Lee rolled his eyes, then squirmed a little. He cautiously reached a paw down to his own crotch, and to his dismay he found it soaked. Freshly soaked, based on how warm his crotch was. Almost as if he'd just gotten done wetting the bed. He groaned, and looked over at Lee. "I didn't..." he mumbled.

Lee's eyes widened. "Oh no! And you don't wear diapees to bed! That means you peed all over yer sheets!" he said.

Louis sighed and nodded. "Yep..."

Lee nodded and knew what to do. "Here, let me lay in yer bed!" he suggested.

"What? Why?" Louis asked.

"I'm gonna take my diapee off, and then I'll be the one who gets blamed for peeing in yer bed!" Lee explained.

"But..why would you be in my bed?" Louis asked.

"Cuz I had a bad dream!" Lee explained.

Louis thought for a moment. He knew that their parents didn't' really care about their bedwetting issues. In fact, no one really seemed to mind. With Lee still in diapers, the fact that Louis still had wetting issues seemed like a minor trouble. Lee never used the bathroom at all, so whenever Louis wet himself everyone just shrugged it off. Their parents were hardly around, and the maids were used to cleaning up after them.

Lee looked at Louis expectantly. He didn't do anything, generally, without his "big" brother's good grace. He was already stiff in his nighttime diaper, which was still somehow dry. Not that he was particularly proud of it. He was going to wear diapers forever, if he had his way. Any undies he wore always ended up ruined, so he was plenty happy keeping his diapers for the rest of his life. But as he waited for Louis's answer, he felt the need to pee rising quickly. "B-big bro...I gotta go pee..." he whimpered playfully.

Louis looked at Lee, and felt his pecker grow stiff. Being as small as it was, it didn't take long for him to get fully hard. "Oh yeah?" he asked casually.

Lee nodded. "Mhmm!" Lee said prodly.

Louis let out a pleasured noise, feeling his proud 1 inch peepee standing at attention in his pee soaked underwear.

"Well...you might as well just pee in my bed too then. It's already wet, and there's no point in wasting a diaper..." the "older" mouse said. He looked at Lee's cute face, admiring his slightly bluer eyes, and his cute blonde headfur, and smiled happily at him. He no longer was all that worried about his bedtime accident. His twin was right there with him, ready to have some fun.

Lee giggled and nodded, and quickly shed his diaper. His package came into view before he ducked into the covers with Louis, and he felt Louis's warm piddle puddle. "Ooo, still warm! Guess you musta peed right before I woke you up," he said.

Louis nodded. "Better warm it back up though, it's getting kinda cold.

Lee giggled and squealed. He concentrated for a moment, then sighed as he began to pee all over Louis's crotch, and his bed. "Ahhhhh~" he moaned.

Louis squirmed as he felt Lee's warm piddle stream splashing against his crotch. He let out his own pleasured moan as he was peed on, and suddenly felt himself peeing a bit more as well. His body voided his bladder all on its own, and he blushed as he realized he was having another accident.

Lee felt his "big" brother's pee stream splashing against him and giggled more. "Big bro's goin poddy too!" he said delightedly. His stream continued for a good while longer, until it eventually petered out. "All done!" he announced happily.

Louis's stream ended before Lee's, and he felt a little saddened once Lee's ended. He could enjoy the feeling of being peed on by Lee all day, if he could. But it just wasn't possible. He reached a paw down between his legs, finding his tiny pecker fully stiff once again. He casually played with himself a bit, until Lee took notice.

"Oooh, is your peepee hard? I can fix it!" Lee said excitedly. Without another word, he dove under the covers and immediately wrapped his mousie muzzle around his brother's cock. He sucked it eagerly, tasting his twins pee-soaked cock, and squealed in pleasure as he sucked. His own cock stiffened to its full length, twice the size of his older by twenty minutes brother, and bobbed between his legs as he sucked. He began to stroke himself with a free paw while he blew Louis, being careful not to let himself get too far. He wanted Louis to finish first.

It didn't take long for Louis to give Lee what he wanted, however. Only a minute later, he was whining and squirming as his little mousie pecker twitched and shot a small jet of cum into his brother's muzzle. It wasn't much, but it was what he could manage.

Lee hungrily lapped down Louis's spunk. The taste of his brother's cum on his tongue sent him into his own orgasm, and he let out a few shots of watery mouse jizz into the pee stain on the bed.

The two caught their breath, and then snuggled for a bit in the warm wet bed, just enjoying their morning together until they knew they had to get up.

It was a wonderful start to the day, and they both knew it would be great all around.

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Randi hummed to herself happily as she colored in her coloring book. She had already gotten bored with watching the TV shows on the portable DVD player she'd brought with her in the car, but she was happy she had plenty of things to keep her occupied. The raccoon girl liked long car trips, in general, so she was pleasantly enjoying herself in her booster seat as her parents drove down the highway. Her older brother seemed a little less interested in the trip, but she wasn't going to let it bother her.  

"Oh jeeze, I thought we'd miss traffic if we left earlier," Ned, Randi's father, groaned.

"Uh oh..." Bella, Randi's other, sighed.

Randi was too lost in her coloring book to notice her parents talking. She was too lost in coloring to notice much of anything, really.

"Ned, we should stop before we get caught in this traffic. We haven't stopped in a while, the kids probably need the bathroom," Bella said softly.

"I'm fine! I'm not a kid, I can hold it longer than Randi," Peter, her brother, fussed.

"They'd have to piss on the side of the road," Ned grumbled, "nowhere to use the bathroom anyway."

"Yeah I don't want to piss on the side of the road," Peter said.

"Peter String, you watch your mouth," Bella warned.

"But dad said it!" Peter protested.

Among all the bickering, Randi was pleasantly tuning everything out. Her coloring book had her full attention. She was coloring in a very pretty unicorn, with lots of pink and purple. She was going to color the mane a rainbow, she thought. She didn't have any thought in her head about whether or not she wanted to stop and use the bathroom. Or, that she probably should.

"Do you think you can hold it, Randi?" Bella asked cautiously. Randi was prone to absentmindedly going in her pants at home if she got distracted by something. Being trapped in a car made things that much more tricky.

"Yes mom," Randi replied without really hearing what she'd been asked.  The reality of it was that Randi had forgotten to use the bathroom after they stopped for lunch.

Ned shrugged and said. "Well, no choice now. We're stuck here for a while now."

Fifteen minutes passed, and they'd only moved a mile or so in the traffic jam. Some sort of wreck bad traffic backed up for miles. They were likely trapped on the highway for at least another hour, if they were lucky.  Randi didn't mind though. Her unicorn had turned out great. It was time to color in the mane, so she began searching for the rest of her crayons. As she searched, she felt her stomach growl, and her bladder ached.  She registered the feeling, but it was immediately put in the back of her mind as she found the rest of her crayons.  She began to color the mane of the unicorn very carefully, not realizing that her stomach was growling loud enough for others to hear.

"Randi, sweety, are you okay? Your tummy is growling. We just ate, did you not get enough to eat at lunch?" Bella asked hopefully. Given that Randi had happily eaten all of her kid's meal, she didn't imagine that she was hungry. What Bella was afraid of was that kid's meal fast food having an effect on her daughter's belly.

"No mommy, I'm not hungry," Randi replied as she colored.

"Is your belly feeling okay?" Bella asked, her suspicions growing.

Randi, getting a little miffed that she was being bothered while she was so focused on coloring, took a moment to think. She felt her stomach growling, and then felt her need to be suddenly arrive to the front of her mind. Not only did she need to pee, but she needed to poop. Badly, based on how her tummy was rumbling.

"Ummm..." Randi said sheepishly, then trailed off.

"Oh no..." Bella said, defeatedly. "Randi, sweety, do you need to go potty?" her mom asked as kindly as she could.

"Yes mommy..." Randi said, knowing that she'd already been asked, and said no only minutes earlier.

"Ned..." Bella said, turning to her husband.

"What do you want me to do?!" the older racoon male replied. "We're stuck. She's just going to have to hold it."

"Ned, you can hear her stomach too," Bella said, trying to sympathize with her daughter.

"Randi, honey, do you think you can hold it?" Ned asked pleadingly.

Randi squirmed in her seat.  She knew that if she was at home, she might only have a few minutes before she'd end up needing new Pull-Ups.  She'd always been put in Pull-Ups on long car rides, given her track record for having accidents when a bathroom was readily available. Being stuck in a car always led to wet panties, if her mom didn't put her in a Pull-Up.  

"I can try..." Randi said.

"Dad, please pull over, I don't wanna have to smell it if she poops her pants!" Peter begged.

"Peter, that's not helping," Ned warned.

"But dad!" the raccoon boy fussed.

"Enough! If Randi has an accident we'll just deal with it," Ned grumbled.

Bella turned to face Randi, and smiled at her. "It's okay honey, just do your best," she said with a warm, motherly tone.  There was a little desperation in her assertion, but she knew how this was going to go.  Luckily, they never went anywhere without spare clothes for Randi, let alone long car rides. It was less that she and Ned were worried about her going in her clothes, but more that they were going to be stuck in a car with a cub with poopy pants.  

"I'll try," Randi said, putting on a big smile for her mom.  But she knew she couldn't hold it much longer.  Her need to pee wasn't as bad as he need to poop, but she thought maybe if she peed she might be able to hold her poop longer. She spread her legs  just a bit, and felt her crotch warming as she began to soak her Pull-Up. It was a mostly familiar feeling. She never ended a long car trip dry, so this wasn't anything new to her. But it was a rare occasion that she ever pooped her Pull-Up in the car, and it was usually by her parents preference to just make it easier than having to deal with public bathrooms.

Randi finished peeing, feeling the warm swollen training pants between her legs. It was a familiar sensation. If Randi sat and thought about it, she knew she wasn't really potty trained. But she didn't mind. She didn't see what the big deal was. But she still got embarrassed, especially around her dad and older brother.  Her mom was always very nice about it, but her big brother teased and her dad always seemed so frustrated when she had accidents. But her mom never fussed, or chided. She just changed her into fresh clothes, and told her she'd make it next time.  

These warm thoughts ran through Randi's mind as she tried her best to hold it, but she was loosing the battle. He stomach was grumbling, and it was only a matter of time before she lost it.  As she grew more and more uncomfortable, she looked out the windows, and then out the front of the car. They were nowhere near a bathroom. As she saw this, it was like her body knew that it was futile to hold it any more.  Despite her sitting position, her stomach began to void itself.  She felt her face grow warm as she felt the foreign sensation of warm mush filling her Pull-Ups.  It came in waves, soft mush easily working its way into her pants as it pushed out of her without control. Eventually she did get control of it, but by then it was too late. She pushed the rest out, and waited for the others to discover what she'd done.

Peter was the first to notice, sniffing at he air. "Eww...did you fart?" he asked, looking pointedly at Randi.  

Randi shook her head, but didn't say anything.

Her brother's eyes grew wide in horror. "...did you poop your pants?!" he asked, really hoping he was wrong.

Randi just drooped her head. She felt how full her Pull-Ups were. She wondered if she'd even over filled them, as she felt  something sticky on her legs as well. She squirmed a little, and he suspicions had been confirmed. Not only had she pooped her Pull-Up, she'd had a blow out. She leaned back, and felt that it had come out the top as well.

Ned sighed, long and hard, then rolled down the windows of the car.  

Bella looked back at Randi with a warm, tired smile and said, "It's okay, Randi. You'll make it next time."

As Randi sat in her overfilled, poopy Pull-Ups, she focused on her mom's words, and went back to coloring. There was nothing more that could be done. But she had the kind words of her mother to keep her happy, and that’s all she needed.