Denny’s First Day Of School.

Pee.
Scat.
Characters.
Denny Mouse, five-years-old.
A Quicky Story.

“Get up Denny, its your first day of grade school.” said momma.

“Yes momma, I’m almost ready.” I answered.
I placed on underwear and shorts, as the weather was still warm.
I placed on a shirt with Mickey Mouse on it, and then went to momma, in the living room.

“Very nice son.” said momma, “now don’t fret, you’ll be fine.” continued momma.

“Yes momma.” I answered.

“And if the boys pick on you?” asked momma.

“I tell you momma?” I asked.

“Yes Denny, now off you go.” said momma.
Momma walked me to the bus, and then I got on it. Before long, we were at school, as I started my day. The teacher’s name was Mrs. Smith.

School esd going fine, up until lunch time. I grabbed my lunch, and then found a place to sit. We actually sat in a circle as we ate our lunch. Next we’d be taking a nap.

By this point in the day, I had to pee and also poop. I took a nap with the rest of the boys, and then got up at three-o-clock.

We went out to the soccer field as my bladder hurt me. I was standing in the middle of the field, when I realized that I wasn’t going to be able to hold it much longer.

I crossed my legs and then begun to cry. My first day of school, and now I would be making a fool out of myself. My legs were crossed tight, as I felt it.

I was trying so hard to hole onto it, but as hard as I was trying, seemed to make no difference. My pee trickled down my leg, as I was being laughed at.

I began to cry, I couldn’t help it, as my pee continued escaping from my penis, all over my shorts, as my poop began pressing against my anus.

I cried more as I peed my bladder, standing there in the middle of the soccer field. Other boys were teasing, as I felt more pain in my anus.

I wanted it to stop, but it did not, as my poop came out in clumps.
I moaned as my shorts became lumpy visibly, pooping everything I had in my system.

Mrs. Smith came to me, and then escorted me into the school. She had me wait until mom could come into the school. I continued crying some, as I could hardly believe this had happened to me on my first day of grade school.

Mom seemed very nice about it, as she brought with clean clothes, and then allowed me to take a shower in the older boy’s shower room. There were no older boys there, as I changed after a shower.

“Oh mom, I’m so sorry.”

“That’s okay Denny boy, lets just go and get some ice cream.” momma was very nice about this, as a matter a fact, so was Mrs. Smith.

(FIN!)