5-Year-Old-Fievel, And Denny Mouse (10) In Accidents Happen.

Denny mouse is 10 in this, it isn’t part 10.

Scat and Watersports, read at your own will.

I woke up first, as I was curled around Fievel. I lightly shook Fievel getting him to awake.

“Denny, it is too early.” said Fievel.

“We’re going to the amusement park, get up and lets get ready.” I said.

“Okay okay I am up.” said Fievel.
We got dressed, as we soon went into the living room. Neither of us went potty, even though we should have went. Instead, we ate breakfast, and then sat watching TV.

“Well boys, excited to be going?” asked momma.

“Yes we are.” I answered.

“You boys eat something for breakfast?” asked momma.

“We both had cereal.” I answered.

“Great. Now we just have to wait for poppa, and we’re on our way.”

Poppa got up soon after, as we got on our way. We spent all day riding on rides, and having carnival food at the amusement park.
Our bladders hurt us more and more, as the day passed by nearly too fast. We were on our way home, when things turned.

It’s a three hour drive both ways, six hours total, as my bladder hurt badly. We had only just started out toward home, when I felt that I could not any longer hold my bladder.

Fievel was dancing about, holding his penis, as we both had to pee.
Momma looked back at us, and realized we both had to go to the bathroom. She did not say too much, at least at first.

At first I wasn’t having a problem, but I finally figured I’d better ask. As I opened my mouth, Fievel actually spoke first.

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

“Yes I know Fievel, we’ll stop if we see a bathroom someplace.” said momma.

“There doesn’t appear to be much around.” I said.

“So true, there’s not a lot around.” said momma.

“I can not hold it much longer.” said Fievel.

“Well if worse come to worst, accidents happen.” said momma. “Why don’t you two place on some diapers?” ask suggested momma.

“But momma, I’m potty trained.” said Fievel.

“I know you are, but it’s better then messing up your clothes.” suggested momma.

“What about me?” I asked.

“I have a diaper which would fit you.” said momma.

“I don’t know momma, I am potty trained too.” I said.
Momma soon suddenly produced pairs of diapers for both of us.
She handed me some which looked to fit me, instead of arguing, I grabbed them. I managed to change into them, as momma handed Fievel one too.

We were now headed down the road with diapers on, still having to go to the bathroom really badly, for some reason neither of us went straight away. We continued dancing for a little while.
I began rubbing at myself, against the diaper, as it actually felt really comfortable for some reason.
Somehow this feeling in my bladder was making something in my body kind of arousing. I did not understand really, but my penis stood on end, was hard like a bone.
Fievel too was 

Fievel was feeling something similar, as he rubbed his paw at his smaller than my penis penis, Fievel knew this too, and didn’t mind.
No matter what though, Fievel was getting aroused, as he rubbed.
Fievel moaned as he let himself pee a little, feeling the diaper get warm some from his pee. He moaned again, as what ever it was Fievel felt, was good, even though he hadn’t peed more yet.

Momma was looking at us both, smiling, as we felt funny about letting all the pee out all at one time. Nervous that if we peed all our bladder’s worth of pee, the diapers might leak.
As we both sat there, I believe both our butts were telling us it was time to poop. So now what?, we’d both be pooping too?

“You boys poop today?” asked momma, as I farted.

“No we haven’t Mrs. Mousekewitz.” I said.

“I like you calling me momma.” she said.

“Okay momma.” I said. I looked at Fievel, “must you poopoo too?” I asked.

“Yea Denny.” said Fievel.

“What do we do momma?” I asked.

“Just poop in them then, if you can not hold it.” said momma.

“Okay momma.” I said. “we doing this?” I looked to Fievel and asked. Fievel nodded yea, since we both really had to poop.
I moaned again, as I tried to leave out more pee, feeling sudden pain in my anus, as I tightened up not allowing it to escape just yet.
The pain and pressure from the poop just being there was arousing, as I managed a squirt of pee into my diaper, felt nice and warm.
I rubbed my paw over my diaper, as I myself tried to press to poop. 
I liked feeling like I was in control, even when it was coming out of my body. Moaning I peed and managed to hold that back.
But at the same time, I continued pushing some to poop the diaper.
I moaned as I could feel my anus opened further and further, I placed my other paw on my butt, on the outside of the diaper.
I managed to feel the lump, as I tried hard to hold back, hurting a bit, as I pooped a clump into the diaper. I doubted it was a very big piece, as I allowed my body to spray some pee.

Fievel moaned a bit, watching what I was doing. He placed a paw on his diaper, on his butt, and then moaned again.
Fievel squirt a little pee into his diaper, moaning as he managed to cut his stream off. He was pressing some, but also pulling back at the same time… his body was making him go. Fievel did not want to stop it though, just slow it down to feel it there.
Fievel moaned as he pressed a paw against his butt, legs apart, in a way leaning back some, giving himself room.
He was holding his legs, as he rubbed a paw on his diaper, where his little penis is. He also was placing pressure on his butt.
He could feel a piece of poop, or the lump it was making in his diaper, as he pressed hard to cut off the piece, squeezing tightly.
He managed to cut off the current piece, as he peed again, feeling more warmth in his diaper, as he rubbed his penis through his diaper.

I wanted to feel this again, so I began pressing to poop out another piece, in the same type of position which Fievel was in.
More or less I looked like a baby ready to be changed, as I used one paw to rub my penis, and one against my butt.
I moaned as I pressed to poop another piece, my penis so hard, that it somehow squirt outside my diaper. I liked it though, going on myself. It felt nice having it go all over my stomach and chest.
I cried a little, as I pressed to poop, feeling another lump form in my diaper, as I moaned, peed, then moaned again.
Before I knew it, I was leaving out a third piece, moaning and peeing some more at one time.

Fievel and I were watching each other, as we pooped out clump after clump of poop. Eight nine, ten, eleven, I pooped piece after piece, watching Fievel’s diaper getting lumpy with a whole mouse day of held in poops.

I peed in squirts like cuming a load, until I released all my poop.
Just after losing my poop, I let the diaper fill with a huge bladder full, as the diaper leaked everyplace, pissing some into myself.
I moaned as there was a piece of poop stuck in my anus, going into orgasm, as I knew what was coming, cuming? I moaned as I felt it begin squirting from my body, as I never quit rubbing against my penis the whole time.
Some of Fievel’s load ended up squirting outside his soaked diapers, his diapers leaking like mine, as the pee leaked out.
Poppa was able to reposition his mirror for a moment to see what we were doing, and then back to the road behind us.
Poppa Mousekewitz shook his head, saying nothing, as he paid attention to driving. They would be cleaning it up later too.
Momma seemed not to care, as she looked at us smiling the whole time. She seemed like she was saying, “it’s okay boys.”
But without making a sound from her mouth, as we were messing up the back seat some. She just smiled saying nothing.
Poop finally slid the rest of the way from my butt, as I finished cuming my load, Fievel finishing his too.
Neither Fievel nor Denny Mouse knew they both came their loads at the same time, Fievel’s clear, Denny’s white with semen.
“Now boys, get them dirty things off, and then redress.” said momma.

“But it’ll make more mess.” I said.

“Not too much more if you are careful.” said momma.
Fievel and I changed the position of our clothes, and then carefully pulled our diapers off. It took some doing, but we managed to fold up big messes of poop ion our diapers.
One diaper at a time, we handed them to momma Mousekewitz, and she placed them in a bag. We placed on only our red shirts.
Fievel and I both had one, as we left our bottoms bare.
We only just placed on the red shirts. We had cleaned our butts with wet naps, which momma had. Naked from the waist down, we sat riding down the road like this. Momma never made us place on bottom clothing, as we rode home as we were.

(FIN!)