Fievel Mousekewitz In, A Ride To The Park.

Characters.
Denny 11.
Fievel age 9.
Momma adult.
Poppa adult.

SCAT WARNING.
WATERSPORTS WARNING.
Everyone are mice.

Inspired by, A Post On Poo Pee Life.

Fievel had went to bed last night, wearing a diaper, but soon after he got up, he tore it off. Momma saw this, and instead of placing on a new diaper, dressed Fievel in underwear. She also dressed him in extra thick boxer shorts, not that she thought he needed them.

The boxer shorts were not really intended for wetting accidents, but she used them anyways. Fievel liked the fact he had something other than a diaper on, as he sat eating breakfast, with a smile on his face. He hadn’t an idea of the surprise which he had coming.

“Guess what Fievel, we’re going to that scientist today.” said poppa.

“So?” asked Fievel.

“We are using the expanding ray to go to an amusement park.” said momma.

“Really?” asked Fievel.

“Really.” said poppa. Momma nodded.
They went and saw the scientist and then got expanded. There was a car waiting for them, as they all got into the car. They picked up Denny on the way, who sat in the back seat with little Fievel. Fievel seemed to like this idea, as he smiled.

“Hey Denny, guess what!?” asked Fievel.

“We’re going to an amusement park?” I ask, suggested.

“Yeah, but how did you know?” asked Fievel.

“Momma and Poppa already told me.” I said.

“Oh well I just found out. I am so excited.” said Fievel.
Poppa was driving, as our journey would be pretty long. Fievel was cheek to cheek smiling, as he was looking out of the window excited. I sat looking at Fievel, already in love with him, yet only eleven-years-old myself. Momma and poppa knew I liked Fievel too.

About three and a half hours into the trip, I noticed that Fievel looked to be dancing, having to go to the bathroom. I didn’t ask, but Fievel had had, to go since he got up today. I myself had to go to the bathroom, but was holding it without problem.

At about ten AM, Fievel seemed to be losing the battle with his body, but somehow hadn’t went yet.
I myself had to go, but I could hold it yet for at least another couple hours. I was pretty good at this, as I sat holding it.

“Momma, I have to poopy.” said Fievel.

“You know what to do.” said momma.

“Must you let him do that?” asked poppa.

“He enjoys it.” said momma.

“I just can not believe you let him do it.” said momma.
Fievel took off his seatbelt, turned around, facing the back window on his knees, and then separated his legs some. Fievel grunted hard, farted first, and then began pushing out a long log. I did not see it, but Fievel could feel it. As Fievel pressed to poop, I could see his pants change is shape.

Fievel obviously was shitting his pants, and doing so on purpose. I watched as he moaned, seeming to be enjoying doing so, as he held onto his pants where his penis is. Soon, he seemed done pooping, as he turned, and then sat in his poop mess.

“You done Fievel?” asked momma.

“No momma.” answered Fievel.

“Well we’ll change you when you are.” said momma.

“Momma maam?” I started. 

“You are too old to do that.” said momma.

“But Fievel gets to.” I said.

“Very well then, we’ll just have to change you both.” said momma.
Fievel smiled as he watched my in anticipation for me to poop my pants. Poppa was through trying to even say anything. He just sat driving, as momma watched me getting ready. She watched her boy poop himself too… seemed to turn her on in a way.

I turned around, and then looked at who I already considered my lover in a real way. Fievel smiled, and then winked. He wanted to watch me poop my pants. I smiled, as I pressed some to poop, feeling pain come to my anus, as I pressed very hard.

I grunted hard as I pushed to poop, a long log pressed against my pants, as it broke off in my pants. I continued pressing my poop from my anus, filling my underwear, as my shorts probably showed a lump in them, as I cried pressing out the rest of my poop.

I got done pooping myself, as I turned and then sat like Fievel. I sat in my mess, seeming to be turning me on some too as I did. I giggled a little, as it mashed up some, up against my balls. It seemed to feel good though, pressed against my balls, as I sat in it.

“Let me guess, you are not finished either.” said momma.

“No I am not.” I said.

“Then you know what to do.” said momma.

“Yeah I do.” I said.
I looked at Fievel. Fievel smiled, as he tried hard to start first, I tried hard to start first too. After seeing each others pats getting wet, I tried to decipher who was first, and could not. Our pants seemed to get wet at exactly the same time.

Neither Fievel or I could see it, but momma was rubbing herself as she watched her son and possibly her son’s lover making a mess of their clothes, pooping and peeing in them. We made a buddle on the seat, as we peed our bladders empty.

“Well guys, are you done now?” asked momma.

“Yeah I believe we are.” said Fievel.

“Yes we are maam.” I said.

“You can call me momma, I don’t mind.” said momma.

“Okay momma.” I said.

“Now get out of those messy clothes you naughty boys.” said momma.

“And change into what?” I asked.

“I’ll send something back, as soon as you clean yourselves off.” Said momma.  She gave us wet wipes to clean ourselves off with, and a bag for our dirty things. We took off all our clothes, and then cleaned ourselves placing the chunks into one bag, and the clothes into another. We cleaned off our paws with the wet wipes, and then threw them in with the poop.

Momma gave us our clean clothes, as we placed them on. The amusement park would be exciting too, as the rides would be fun. We were both just big enough for the big boy rides. We spent the rest of the trip with our arms around each other.

(FIN!)