“Another race friggin aced!” CP the red panda exclaimed out loud to himself as he came in first place in another computer-opponent Gran Turismo race. His long ringed tail twitched as he let another soft fart into his pull-up. He knew he had to poop pretty bad, but also that he could hold it for a while more. While he always wet his pull-ups with no question, he honestly didn’t remember ever pooping in them, besides some unpleasant diarrhea when sick, and was potty trained “normally” in that case. However he had developed a love for holding and the feeling of having to go, and the relief when he did finally use the toilet and let out his big loads. However, he didn’t let it get so bad as to constipate him.
He squirmed around, enjoying the sensation of a full colon, and the silent farts at his tailhole. He started the next race and all thoughts of his need left his mind. He was doing really good today, winning race after race, and staying in first place more often than not. He felt another big fart coming and let it go, paying it no mind, the room now very much filled with the smell of his need. As he focused on the game, he pulled ahead of all the opponents and finished in first place by-far once again. The fullness in his tummy and gassiness in his bum lead to stiffness in his sheath. He let out a scream of excitement when he noticed that he’d just made a new record.
	As bad as he had to go, there was no way he was gonna give up this streak, so he loaded up the next race in the tourney without a second thought. His little peen was pretty stiff from the sensation of his poo desperation, a good way out of his sheath. However, he noticed an increasing need to pee. This was more annoying than anything. He didn't much like having to pee so bad so he started trying to wet his pull-up, bearing down on his bladder without losing focus on the game. However, his hard cock made it difficult to go, and as he tried, he let out another big fart, the smell in the air only adding to his arousal.
Still, the wah didn't take any concentration off the game as he farted again, brought by his need to poop. He knew he was going to have to go /soon/ but he was in the middle of a race, and he still needed to pee here and now. He tried more to relax and indirectly ‘push’ to wet himself, but to no avail, as he pushed a bit barder, he felt his bowels start to move. He was touching cloth, or plastic as it was. However, he was leading lap two on a race he’d always had trouble winning in the past. The sensation of poop right there in his hole led his tail to flag, and him to subconsciously squat a bit.
	“Oop!” He said, but at the same time, successfully managed to start peeing. He relaxed as his bladder released into his pull-up bathing his cock and balls in the warm fluids, before getting absorbed, the warm soft feeling felt really nice on his genitals. Thankfully, the seal had been broken, and his bladder released seemingly fully. However, another seal seemed to have been broken too, as he felt a large turd pushing its way into the back of the cartoon patterned training pants. He could tell it was already tenting out his shorts. The smell now filling the room was very familiar, but never had it been himself causing it. He knew it was too late to make it to the potty. He was surprised, and a bit worried at the new sensations. However, he was going into the last turn on his best pace ever. This was too good to let go. The damage was already done, so he knew what he had to do,
	“Here goes nothing” He said and gave a gentle push to his bowels which did the job in no time at all, the first large warm log was soon fully out of him, and was now warming up his bum, and bulging out his pull-up. He kept on pushing as yet more came out. He decided he was just gonna play his game and stop thinking about his ‘accident’ as he kept on having it. The boy’s bladder also released more pee as his bowels were no longer putting pressure on it. He was overcome by relief, and the new sensations made his little dick pulse with pleasure a lot more than he expected. 
	Not one for half measures, CP pushed the rest of his load into his pullup when it started to trail off. At the same time, he passed the finish line once again in first place. This was the best he’d ever done to date. Saying as the deed has already been done, and he was on a roll, he went on to the next map. His tail gently swayed above the obvious bulge in the back of his tan shorts, matched by a tent in the front. He kept on playing, just as well as before with the giant load in his pants, the room smelling very much of /him./ It was frankly comforting and reminded him of playing games with his best friend Bandit, who often pooped his pants or pull-ups while playing.
	He ended up getting sucked back up into the game and played for another hour, almost forgetting about what he’d done. As he finished the cup, by far outperforming any of his previous attempts, he was brought back to reality, gently shifting and the large load in his pants became once again the subject of his attention. It swayed gently, well contained in his pull-up and shorts, his tail still happily erect above it. He was still playing absentmindedly, but had shifted to playing ATV Offroad Fury on freeplay mode, and let himself get lost in his own mind.
He was still unsure how to feel about what had transpired, but he had to admit to himself, he loved the sensations he felt. He reached behind and felt the large load in his pants. It was still warm and comfortable after this time. He was no stranger to being around messy cubs, and he actually was aroused by his peers messing. He remembered how many times he’d made out with Bandit and a couple others while they were messy. He just thought it wasn’t for him, but as he came dry  in his pull-ups at the lightest touch to the tent in the front (he’s apparently gotten himself very worked up while playing without realizing it) he was forced to re-evaluate this idea. He was a bit embarrassed, but it was too good to be anything but ultimately happy about. At this, he went back to playing, still enjoying the comfy feelings, as his dick receded back into his damp sheath. He knew his daddy wouldn’t mind, saying as the man was also very into cubs messing themselves. 	
Not too long later, said raccoon walked into the room and saw and smelled his son. His very used pull-up had a familiar, and to the coon pleasant and arousing, smell. He could tell that he’d been messy for quite some time, which made sense. CP usually used the toilet about an hour before. He wasn’t sure how to react, as he didn’t think his cub had a penchant for soiling but he knew that he couldn’t be negative and risk shaming him. Plus, he was frankly aroused by the sight of his son playing with a huge load in his pants. “Hey baby!” he said happily, smiling at his son.
	“Hey daddy!” CP said without thinking at first, then his hand went to cup the obvious bulge in his pants and he blushed under his fur. “I uh… had an accident,” CP said honestly. He didn’t intend to mess himself, after all. He was bashful and weirdly embarrassed, but not worried or ashamed. He was also still kinda blissed out in the afterglow of cumming, and was enjoying the new sensations of his filled pullups. 
	“You don’t seem to mind much,” Tobias gently teased and then gave his son a peck on his muzzle and cupped the bulge. As he got closer to his son, he could smell ‘sex’ too, telling him his son enjoyed the state of his pants very much, and had likely already dry came in his quite wet and messy pullups.
	The cub blushed deeper at that and giggled. It was a load off his shoulders actually. He was able to relax and realized nothing’d really changed. Daddy still loved him just the same, and this was another thing to be cute and teasy about. “Neither do you daddy!” He teased back. He could see the faint color in his dad’s cheeks and horny smile. His dad’s excitement was hardly a surprise to him, Tobias loved being intimate with his friend Bandit while the younger coon was in messy undies or pull-ups. All this was enough to create a slight stirring in the wah’s sheath. Being so young, his arousal was already returning, despite releasing only about 5 minutes previously. 
“But yeah I…. think I like this… a lot.” The wah wrung his hands, the bashfulness coming back some as his cheeks grew warm. He was still surprised at himself for enjoying it so much.
	“Nothing wrong with that at all baby” Tobias said, smiling at the cub, as he hugged him close. Filled with love for his little boy. “We all discover new things we like.” 	
	CP lovingly hugged back. “I wanna snuggle, Daddy!” He said, forgetting his game entirely. And gesturing to be picked up.
	Tobias knew the routine and picked the boy up, holding him close to his chest, petting his back and cupping the bulge gently making the cub murr and whine in pleasure and bashfulness. Even slightly bucking his hips as his little peen got hard again. The raccoon carried his son to the living room, and laid them down on the couch, laying the boy on top of him, and rubbing on all parts of him. He focused on the cub’s tummy and nuzzled his neck. This was a common way for them to snuggle. The load in the boy’s pants gently pressed into Tobias’s belly, solid enough not to squish much, but the cub could really feel it now, as could his dad. This excited both of them.
	CP had never been more glad to make a ‘mistake.’ He was practically a puddle in his dad’s arms, the warm mess in the seat of his pullup adding yet another sensory experience to what he already knew was great. He was in pure bliss and relaxation. He had wondered before how Bandit could sleep with a load in his pants. Any such wonders left his mind immediately and he knew he too could fall asleep at a moment’s notice. His arousal was secondary, and he still felt the gentle buzz of the afterglow. “Mmmm daddy. I love you.”
	The coon kept petting and loving on his son, rubbing both the front and back of the boy’s pants. CP turned slightly to one side so his dad could get access to his butt. The man rubbed that poopy bulge gently, not enough to make it super messy in there. He also tenderly rubbed the cub’s hard tapered peen encases in the crotch of his soggy pull-up.	
It wasn’t long until the young cub did start feeling the arousal more again, and he turned himself fully around, capturing his unsuspecting dad in a kiss, as he grinded his soggy pullup into his dad’s tummy, his penis, encasing his dick in warmth and pleasant friction. His bulging shorts were now on full display, with his butt in the air. He stuck his tongue into his dad’s mouth and wildly kissed him. Technique being irrelevant, passion and love was all that mattered.
	Father and son became one as the duo shared their love for eachother. Licking messily in and outside of eachothers’ mouths. All the while, the elder pet his son, gently putting pressure on his loaded pants. The boy in turn bucked his hips, humping his wet pull-up against his dad’s torso. The new feelings of doing this in a poopy pull-up were magical to the boy, and even the smell added a lot to it. All of this of course translated to Tobias becoming rock hard in his own soggy pullup, a recently released product bringing the magic of real disposable training pants to adults. CP must’ve smelled his arousal or just intuited from how invested in the pleasurable play his dad had become. He took one of his small paws, and started rubbing Tobias’ soggy crotch. He could feel the man’s thin long dick cock in the pull-up. He knew the organ well and had seen, felt, and tasted it in every way imaginable. Pleasuring his dad only added to his own pleasure.
	Both boy and man were overcome by pleasure and love for one another. They continued petting and bucking their hips as they continued making out. Soon CP came once again in his pull-ups with a loud moan. His whole body stiffened and his exclamation of pleasure echoed throughout the house. After that, he went limp and snuggled back up with his raccoon protector. He was reduced to a purring cooing mass of pleasure in the arms that had kept him safe ever since he remembered. Subconsciously, the cub released his bladder, right after his orgasm. Mumbling in bliss as he felt the liquid wash over his sheath and into the training pants. 
Tobias shot his wad into his pull-ups at the exact same time his son climaxed dry. His reaction was more controlled, but no less intense in the sensations that wracked his body. He groaned and then simply murmured as his body spasmed and relaxed. He pulled his son to him as they both entered the state of afterglow at the same time. He relaxed his bladder, diluting the sticky mass that had just accumulated into the piss soaked padding, and sighed.
	“Oh wow, baby, that was something special!” he said quietly. He still was entirely blissed out. He smelled the air of the room, which was filled with the smells of sex, and wet and messy diapers. It was frankly heavenly to the man, as he started drifting off, still snuggling and petting the boy in his arms. “I love you so much, my little panda.”
	“I love you too daddy” CP said sleepily, as he was drifting off into pleasant sleep himself. The warm load in his pants only added to his comfort. He knew this would happen a lot more in his future, and he didn’t mind at all. He was glad he discovered this pleasure when he did. Soon, the young cub was sound asleep. Loving and stinky dreams filled his mind, as he felt his daddy snoring under him, the man’s hand still cupping the accident that started this all.