5-Year-Old-Fievel In, The Changing Room.

Scat and Watersports.

Partly Inspired By. https://inkbunny.net/s/1389810

Momma was pushing Fievel pretty hard, as they needed to make the store, and then get him some school clothes. Fievel moved reluctantly as he hated going clothing shopping.

Fievel felt a pain which he kept ignoring, but would later creep up on him. Momma grabbed Fievel’s paw, and was nearly dragging her son, just to get to the store.

Fievel’s gut was also giving him pain, he was being rushed around.
Even when he got into his seat in the car, he was being rushed.
Fievel danced with his legs crossed the whole way to the store, and then momma picked some things out for Fievel to try on.

Fievel tried on several pairs of new blue pants, before he had to try on also some really nice things. He soon found himself somehow locked in the changing room.

Fievel cried a little, trying the door, dressed in a shirt and underwear. He moaned as he knocked on the door. The door was unlocked, but it wouldn’t open.

Fievel stood on the bench, trying to look out, but could not see over it. Fievel sat on the bench, and then cried some.

“Momma, I can’t open the door.” he cried out.

“I know Fievel, we’re trying out here.” said momma.
Fievel’s bladder was hurting, as he was standing on the floor aside of the bench, where’s you sit on while changing. People were starting to gather outside the door, as they were trying to figure out ways to opened this jammed door.

Fievel was holding onto his penis, wearing underwear and a t shirt from the store, he was trying it on. Fievel’s legs crossed, as he tried the jammed handle of the door again.

“I really have to pee, cant someone get this door opened.” asked Fievel.

“We are out here doing the best we can.” said one of the store’s employees as they were trying to stick a knife into the door.
The blade broke, but the door did not budge, as Fievel felt a small trickle of pee escape his body.

Fievel managed to keep most of it in, but did lose a little… as they tried to open the jammed door. He held onto his young crotch, moaning now as he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer.

“Help is on the way boy.” said someone outside the changing room. Fievel wasn’t relieved though, as his bladder hurt him more and more. Fievel began daydreaming about an empty bladder, but this wouldn’t happen as long as the door stayed jammed.

Fievel stood there with his legs crossed, holding onto his penis, as another trickle of pee found its way from Fievel’s young body.
There was a puddle beginning to form at Fievel’s feet, as Fievel continued doing his very best at holding it all in.

Better then fifteen minutes passes, as Fievel was managing to keep most of his pee in his body. But this was getting more and more difficult, as Fievel knew a few more minutes, and the puddle at his foot-paws would grow, and his bladder would be empty.

Fievel moaned as he felt some more pee trickle from his body, trying to hold it all in, but no matter how hard he tried, some kept escaping his body.

“How you doing in there boy, we’re going to take another fifteen minutes.” said a voice.

“But I have to go now.” answered Fievel.

“Just hold it. It won’t be much longer boy.” said a voice.
Another fifteen minutes past, as Fievel managed to hold most his pee in his body. But now it was really getting hard, as his bladder felt like it would burst if he didn’t pee soon.

“Fifteen minutes boy, we’ll have you out of there.” said a voice from the other side of the door. Fievel stood there holding onto his young member, groaning some as he let go.

Fievel let it go slow at first, making the puddle on the floor bigger and bigger, as he let his bladder empty moving a paw over that area of his body, feeling relief, as he let his bladder empty.

Fievel let his pee run everywhere, peeing the puddle pretty big on the floor, as his foot-paws were now soaked in his own pee. Fievel wanted to cry, and did a little.

The puddle got pretty big. Actually it covered nearly the whole changing room floor. Fievel moaned, and not in an orgasm type of way, as he found himself having pain in his anus.

“Oh no, not this.” Fievel cried out.

“Hey boy, fifteen more minutes.” said a voice from outside the changing room. Fievel was paying it no mind, as his body was pushing him hard.

Fievel cried some more, as the pain in his anus was growing.
Fievel could feel his poop trying to press its way from his body.
Fievel grunted hard, moving his legs some, and then working his underwear from his body.

Fievel wanted to let his poop slide out, as he managed to pull his underwear off. Fievel got to the middle of his pee puddle, and then crouched down. He let go, not holding anything back in.

Fievel moaned as he felt his poop begin sliding out, as Fievel’s poop slid from his body, the door swung open, as there was a handful of people looking to see this boy rescued.

Instead of seeing a boy standing there still dancing, they saw Fievel allowing his poop to slide from his body, the boy could no longer hold it in.

Fievel looked up, poop still sliding from his anus, as he noticed these people looking at him. Poop on the floor, in a puddle of pee.
Fievel was very embarrassed, at least he was able to relieve his body.

The last chunk came from his anus, as Fievel stood up, and then covered his privates. Fievel had let a mess on the floor, as he tiptoed out of the changing room.

“Momma, I need some clothes.” said Fievel.

“Come on young man, lets get you into something.” said momma.

“Thank you momma.” said Fievel.

“You are welcome son.” said momma.
Before Fievel knew it, they were home. He had more changes of clothing, as he was sitting by choice with nothing on, on the sofa.

(FIN!)