The sounds of fireballs exploding and goblins crying out in surprise filled Mac's room. His attention was intently focused on his television screen, his new video game completely enrapturing him. He had been gifted a new video game for keeping his pants dry and clean at school all month, much to his annoyance. He hadn't been dry or clean at home, but his parents were just happy that they hadn't gotten any calls home that month informing them of Mac using his pants as his toilet.
Mac didn't see what the big deal was about peeing his pants at school. Once he had his first ever accident and gotten teased about it, something had sparked in his brain. He loved the feeling of warm piddle pouring into his pants. He would frequently think back on his first ever accident at school, long before he'd chosen that he would just use his pants whenever he felt like it. He was trying desperately to get his teacher's attention that day, but he was a bit of a trouble maker so his teacher had been intentionally ignoring him. His teacher did not know just how badly he actually needed to pee. He was already only mostly potty trained at the time, so his bladder control was not as developed as the other students. He tried in vain one last time to get his teachers attention before he felt his crotch warm up. He looked down in dismay as he soaked his jeans, and his Hero Hounds underwear right in his chair. Mac recalled the feeling of all the eyes in the room staring at him as he peed his pants. While most other kids would have cried, or sat there frozen, Mac felt elated. He smiled as he peed, smirking at the other students as he emptied his bladder. They all giggled at him, but because he didn't cry, and seemed to like it, they didn't really tease him.
After that day, Mac peeing his pants in class was kind of an expectation. If he didn't feel like doing a particular assignment, or just was bored, he'd pee in his pants as an excuse to leave the class. He'd even convinced a few other students to try it before. Some days if he really needed to go, he'd fill his pants as well. Because he'd gotten such a reputation for it, he managed to avoid social isolation or being teased. In fact, he was one of the more well-liked kids in class. He was athletic and witty, and was happy to include anyone in his games. Especially if he could convince them to go pee in their pants as well.
These school "accidents" had ended up with Mac's parents needing to bribe him to keep his pants clean and dry at school. So as he played his new video game, a reward for behaving, he knew exactly how he was going to celebrate. He took a big gulp of his second soda that afternoon, and felt his need to pee reaching a breaking point. He squirmed on his beanbag, unable to grab at his crotch because his paws were both very busy holding the controller he as using to blast mythical creatures with magic. He was having a lot of fun with his new game, and was looking forward to inviting some of his new friends over that weekend to play.
Mac had met a group of kids at the playground one weekend, and was curious when they all suddenly decided to go into the woods together after they excused themselves to "go potty". He snuck along behind them, following them into the woods, and was shocked to find this group of other kids standing in front of one another, then peeing and pooping their pants in turn one by one. There was a very friendly collie boy, a cocky tiger boy, a seemingly very sharp fox boy, a cute raccoon girl, a stern looking wolf girl, and a fussy looking kangaroo girl. And they all had big pee stains on their pants, and big sagging lumps weighing down the back of their pants. After seeing this, Mac immediately revealed himself, much to the unease of that group. But their unease had quickly been assuaged as soon as Mac spread his legs, and let loose his own piddle stream into his pants. He then squatted and filled his pants as well, and he was made an official initiate of the Potty Pants Pals.
The coywolf couldn't wait to share his new game with his friends, but that afternoon he didn't feel like going out and playing with them. He wanted to enjoy his new game alone, without any interruptions. As he delved further into the caves of the game, he felt his body begin to tingle and go numb. He knew he was about to begin peeing whether he wanted to or not. He had held his pee long enough to have had true accidents enough times to know that he had officially waited too long. Warm wetness burst into his pants, and he sighed in pleasure as he soaked himself. He focused his ears on the soft hissing sounds coming from his crotch, and almost lost track of what he was going in his game. He squirmed as he felt his bean bag begin to lose its battle with absorbing his pee, and he felt his piddle puddle pooling under his rump. He peed in that beanbag nearly every day, so it already smelled strongly of his musk, and it had been so frequently saturated that the filling didn't properly absorb any more. So the fake-leather material began to collect his pee, and Mac sat in his pee puddle happily.
As much as Mac didn't want to let his pee accident distract him, when he finished he felt a different kind of need vying for his attention. His shorts were tented up, with his coywolf peen poking needily into his soaked Hero Hounds cartoon undies. He got an idea and pressed his controller to his erect puppy parts, and held down the button which cast the spells in his game. As he held the button, his controller vibrated more and more intensely until reaching a peak. He held the vibrating controller against his bits, squirming and splashing in his piddle puddle as the pleasure of the vibrations drove him closer and closer. He let his tongue hang out of his muzzle as he pleasured himself in his pee puddle, using his new game to get himself off into his soaked clothes. He couldn't hold back for very long, and quickly he felt a different kind of tingly pleasure and numbness take over his body as he emptied his balls into his peed pants. It wasn't a lot, but he managed to produce a few jets of watery puppy spunk into his pants, mixing with the piddle that soaked them.
Mac panted and sat back in his soggy chair, catching his breath, until he could eventually see straight. And then, as though nothing had happened, he went right back to his game. He knew exactly how the rest of his night was going to go, especially as he felt his stomach begin to rumble...
