The teen rat wasn't sure why the temptation hit his brain so fast and then refused to leave. He hadn't ever really seen or noticed the dogboy before. He'd known that the doggy was a bit 'special' and often needed to leave the classroom early for various other activities that his handler took him out to throughout the day. But on that day last week---the doggy caused quite a scene when he'd wet his pants. The rat hadn't even seen it when it happened. Just heard the commotion a few rows behind him and then turned in time to see the doggy being lead out by his handler. Completely shameless and oblivious to the snickering around him at his soaked shorts and the pissy pawprints he was leaving behind. It had been a random, freak occurrence. And yet in an instant, it was like the curiosity and question slipped into the back of his mind. A temptation that hit his brain so fast and was refusing to leave, even seven days later. A temptation that went something like, "What if....what if I had an accident like that? What would it feel like? Would I get laughed at? Would I be in trouble?" He wasn't sure why the thought kept coming back into his mind again and again. He hadn't had an accident since he was like, four years old. And he couldn't even remember what the details were like. He suddenly began paying -close- attention to his bladder after that. The way it filled so quickly after a large drink at lunch. Sometimes he'd wait a little longer than usual before using the toilet, just finding some amusing interest in the way the urgent need for relief would get greater and greater....and how -awesome- it felt when he finally went to the toilet and let it all go after all that urgency. -- "What if....I just waited too long?" -- Over the next several days, he began playing his "holding" games at home. But self-consciousness won out each time and he'd run to the bathroom before the need got too bad. One day---the rat came home from school, set up his homework by the coffee table in the den, and began his studies, as he usually did. An hour or so later, his mom came home, as she usually did. "Hey, sweety--how was school?" she asked. "Oh, fine mom! We learned about tardigrades today in biology....," They shared some polite conversation. After a little while, with the rat sitting on the rug in front of the coffee table and his mom watching TV on the sofa behind him, an idea crawled into the rat's mind. A temptation that hit his brain fast and wouldn't leave. He began to wiggle a little. Putting a hand between his legs and shuffling a bit. He didn't even need to "go" badly. Not really. But he was trying to pretend like he did. And when his mom didn't seem to notice right away, he even made a slightly strained "Mmf!" Momma Rat shifted her attention from the TV down to her son, she saw the way he was shuffling but didn't quite know what to make of it. After all, he was nearly a man now. "Hey, kiddo. Are you okay?" she asked out of genuine concern. The embarrassment was too much to take. With a sharp blush on his ears, his confidence crumpled up, "Oh! I'm fine...just need to go to the bathroom! Be right back!" Quick as a hare, he jumped to his feet and ran up the hall to the bathroom. Momma Rat blinked. "Huh...okay?" And she went back to her stories. The rat went to the bathroom and peed in the toilet normally. His ratdick was as hard as a rock, which made the act even more difficult and sent even more confusing messages through his mind. What the hell was he doing? He asked himself. He'd -wanted- his mom to notice, didn't he? But it was like as soon as she acknowledged it, he got scared. For the next couple weeks, the rat didn't play any 'holding' games, and things went back to normal. --- And then one day.... --- "Hey sweety, how was school?" "Hi, mom! It was fine...I got an A on the math test!" he boasted. "Oh, sweety! I'm so proud of you!" she praised her boy. And he soaked it up like a sponge, beaming widely. A little while later, the rat was sitting at the coffee table working on his homework and his mom was on the couch behind him, watching TV. He suddenly realized that he needed to pee. He'd needed to go for awhile, actually, but had been focusing on his textbook until the fullness now caught his attention again. He found himself starting to shift his weight, as though to stand up and excuse himself...except then he paused still.... And suddenly, in a flash, it was like the temptation hit him again. Like a habit that refused to be broken. Hard and fast in his brain, and refused to leave. --- "What if I waited too long?" the temptation gnawed at him. Instead of getting up...he squirmed. --- He was still pretending mostly. He knew he could easily wait a little while longer. But he exaggerated anyway. The hand between his legs. The soft shuffling. "Mmmf!" he grunted. Momma rat peeked down at her boy again, "Um....are you all right?" she asked, barely recalling the events as they happened a couple weeks ago. The rat fought back every urge to blush. And instead just mumbled quietly... "Huh?....oh....I'm fine....just stuck on some problems here..." The rat slowly upped his exaggeration a little more. Bouncing around a little here and there...and leaning forward and grabbing at his crotch now and again. Momma rat blinked. "Oh...all right....I'm gonna go get dinner started. Let me know if you need anything, okay kiddo?" she asked. "Uhkay..." he mumbled. She got up off the sofa and went around the bar-style counter that separated the kitchen from the den to start on the dishes. From this angle, the rat could see his mom fairly well, but she couldn't see him as easily, with the sofa in the way. Momma rat wasn't quite sure what to think, exactly. She thought she had a fair idea of what it -LOOKED- like her son was doing. It just made no sense. The potty dance, really? She couldn't remember the last time she'd ever seen that. Her son was nearly a man. There was no reason he wouldn't just go to the bathroom if he needed to excuse himself. Maybe she didn't actually see what she thought she saw..... --- As for the rat.... --- Once mom had gone into the kitchen, the rat brought his squirming down to a bare minimum. There was no need to exaggerate now. He knew he really could hold it awhile longer... Mom -saw- him squirming like that! She must -KNOW- or at least believe, that he needs to go to the bathroom really badly! And she just ignored it! His heart thumped in anticipation. He unfolded his legs from underneath him and sat close to his textbook on the coffee table, stretching his legs out in a "V" shape. He shifted his butt a little. Feeling the bounce of his full bladder....what if...what if he waited too long? He held a hand into his crotch...released the tension of his muscles a little...and felt his bladder begin to release a little... --- *dribble...dribble-squirt* --- He tensed back up again, stopping the flow, making his bladder ache in protest. Oh, man. He could actually feel his underwear get damp. That little taste of relief felt -SO- good he felt his dick begin to stir a little. He looked down at his crotch. He could feel that his underwear were damp, but his pants still looked dry on the outside. He squeezed at his crotch a little and felt a little bit wick through. A small wet spot was now visible on the front of his pants. His heart raced at the sight of it. He tried to furtively glance up into the kitchen area....and saw his mom getting some dishes out, totally oblivious. He gnawed on his lip sharply...it wasn't too late. He could run himself to the bathroom and nobody would ever be the wiser. But....what if he'd waited too long? Squeezing his crotch again...the rat eased up the tension in his muscles...and felt his bladder begin to release again...a tickly feeling that rose and rose through his private parts until... --- *dribble-trickle...* He eased a little more.... *hssss...* --- As soon as he felt a full stream picking up, he saw it. A bead of moisture that formed inside the small wet spot that was already in his pants. The pee squirting through right in the spot where his dick was angled. The sight of the wetness and the sudden blossoming of the wet spot startled him, and he tensed up again. *dribble-dribble* It was harder to stop that time, and his bladder throbbed even more accordingly. Oh, MAN. It felt so good that he wanted more....but the wetness...oh, shit! The pissy wetness slowly worked its way through his underwear and pants a little more, making the wet spot grow -much- bigger before it stopped. It was a huge wet patch splayed across his crotch and lap now. Way too big for one or even both of his hands to cover. He blushed brightly. He glanced up into the kitchen. His mom was cooking, totally oblivious. But it didn't matter now. It WAS too late now. If he went to the bathroom now he'd have to cross the kitchen and his mom would notice. He blushed brightly at the realization that he was -so- not going to get out of this unnoticed. He felt flush all over at the mostly-full bladder he was still toting. There was no backing out now.... He'd waited too long. He leaned forward...pushed his hands into his crotch so that he could feel the wetness...and pushed on his bladder. Hard. And he didn't stop this time. --- *FWSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh.....* --- Oh, MAN. It got EVERYWHERE. He could feel it pouring into his crotch...crawling down his inner thighs a little....but most of it running straight down and pooling around his butt, soaking into his underwear and pants....soaking into the rug.....he didn't actually quite appreciate how much his bladder held until he felt it all come out like -this-....hot and wet over every inch of him.... He found himself actually gaping in hot, excited relief as he finished... "ahhhhh......" It was pure ecstacy. But it didn't last long. Once the moment had passed...he cringed at the sight of himself. Shit. He'd actually done it. He'd pissed his pants like the dogboy at school. He had a feeling he was going to be in trouble very soon. The scent of his urine was already starting to flower through the air around him slightly. He glanced up at his mom. She was preparing to serve dinner, still oblivious. But she had -SEEN- him squirming. She had to -KNOW- that he had needed to go to the bathroom really badly...hadn't she? Mustering up all the nerve he could--he sat up on his soggy puddle, pushed his hands into his crotch and crossed his thighs tightly, as though he had just been squirming desperately. "Mmmmf! Oh -no-!" he squeaked mournfully. Mom's attention was immediate, calling and looking from across the bar counter, "Hm? What's wrong, kiddo?" The rat swallowed hard. He didn't need to fake the anxiety in his voice. That was all too real. "I h-had an a-accident...." "Hunh??" Momma rat came from around the bar to come up and see what her son was talking about. Although a part of her had already suspected. She was not pleased with what she saw. There was a lot of scolding. And she made him clean the rug himself. But he wasn't in trouble. After all, it was an accident. It could happen to -anybody-, really. That's what Momma Rat told herself. As for the rat.... It wouldn't be as many weeks this time before temptation came at him again. --- "I wonder messing my pants would feel like...." ---