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Warning: This story contains consensual sexual activity between a cub and an adult, and between two cubs. Additionally, it contains scenes of (mostly intentional) wetting. If any of this bothers you, turn away, or read anyway and leave a nasty comment. I'm not your mom, I don't care.

CP Waschbär was just a betwetter.

That statement is a total lie, but it's what he wanted his father to believe. His dad is a mostly brown raccoon who had adopted him as a baby, hence the last name. CP himself was a red panda. The truth wad CP had always enjoyed wetting, and would never pee in the toilet if he had any choice in the matter.

CP had gotten his wish for the first 6 years of his life. He didn't progress past the pull-ups stage of potty training in all that time, always choosing to use his pull-ups rather than the potty for pee. He was never a fan of messing, and always used the toilet for #2. Tobias, his dad, never tried to force his paw.

That all changed 2 years previously, when Tobias, due to getting flack from the parents of other kids in CP's peer group, decided to make his son use the potty during the day, barring certain situations where it made more sense to do things the way they always had. CP had always loved and respected his father, and complied with what he said. At this point, CP still genuinely wet the bed every night, so of course was permitted to remain in pull-ups at night.

From the beginning, CP had tried to make the most out of the arrangement that he could. While he did use the potty before going to bed, as Tobias instructed, he decided on the first night that if he had to go again before he fell asleep, he would simply use his pull-up.

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Six months into the arrangement, CP noticed that he was waking up dry occasionally. Tobias let it pass without comment, because he knew praise for staying dry was the last thing that CP needed. He loved being wet, and it would just make him feel worse to be praised for the opposite.

Upon the second night in a row of waking up dry, CP decided he had to take action. If he was dry sometimes, maybe his dad would think that he was able to be dry all the time, and try to take away his last vestige of being able to wet. This was the last thing that he wanted. Of course, Tobias would never do such a thing, but worried cubs are rarely rational.

While most cubs would simply wet right after getting up, still laying in bed, CP was bolder. The situation was thus: CP always wore pajama pants or shorts to bed, thus Tobias couldn't tell if he was wet or not just by looking at him. Additionally, Tobias didn't help CP change out of his pull-up until after they ate breakfast each morning. CP decided to wet at the breakfast table, right in front of his dad.

"CP, time for breakfast!" Tobias called from the kitchen.

CP knew it was time to put his plan into action. He made sure his pajama shorts were covering enough of his pull-up that his dad couldn't tell it was dry and went to join Tobias at the breakfast table, nervous and excited at his plan.

Breakfast was Krusteaz pancakes. The way that Tobias made them, thin and almost crepe-like, and the Mrs. Butterworth's syrup made this breakfast choice a favorite of both of theirs. CP preceded to sit down at the table and take a plate of pancakes with syrup, and a glass of milk.

"Did you sleep well?" Tobias asked.

"Yes, daddy" CP answered and took a bite of the pancakes. He knew that there was no time like the present, and released his bladder into his dry pullups. He felt the warm stream go over his immature sheath and balls and soak into the waiting padding. He made a sigh of pleasure as he felt relief at the same time as warm pee bathing his crotch. He caught himself and almost panicked.

"Those must be some pretty good pancakes." Tobias joked. "I know I make them good, but I didn't think they were that good."

CP was relieved that his father had mistaken his pleasure for being directed at the food. He finished peeing and swallowed the food, washing it down with a sip of milk. "They are very good pancakes, daddy." He replied.

The rest of breakfast went off without a hitch. Afterwards, Tobias helped change CP out of his pull-up. He had the same nervous breathing and look in his eye of excitement that he always did. CP never did know what to think of that. While the raccoon did notice that the pee was a bit warmer than usual, he wrote it off as nothing, assuming that his cub simply wet later in the night.

CP was happy that his plan went of without a hitch. He knew that this was going to be the new norm, whenever he woke up dry.

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6 months passed, much like the 6 before. The only difference was that CP sometimes wet after he got up, as opposed to when he was asleep. He enjoyed being able to actually be awake during more of his wettings.

One time on the bus, he fell asleep on the way to school. He didn't wet, because he had went not long before, but it gave him an idea. Maybe Tobias would let him wear pull-ups on the bus on the way to school, just in case he might fall asleep.

When he got home that day, he went to Tobias with his question. After the customary hug, he said. "Daddy, I fell asleep on the bus this morning. I didn't pee, but I'm worried that I might. Can I wear my pull-ups on the bus in the morning?"

"I guess that would be okay. Just bring a pair of underwear to change into once you get to school. Don't let anyone see you in pull-ups." Tobias responded.

"Sure, daddy." CP said, planning to take full advantage of the situation.

The next morning, he did just that. He woke up wet, which he knew would make it easier because he would actually have to pee by the time he got on the bus. He squished his training pants to his crotch, enjoying the feeling, and after a few minutes, Joined his dad for breakfast.

Everything went as normal, until it was time to change. At that time, he was changed into another pull-up for the first time in a year, rather than into undies. For a while it felt like everything was back to normal.

This illusion was broken when Tobias said. "Don't forget your undies."

CP reluctantly stuffed some of his normal underwear into his bag. He knew that the day would be a good one, though.

It would soon be time to get on the bus. CP has specifically chosen not to use the potty at all since he got up, and was needing to go. He knew he would be able to relieve himself once he got on the vehicle.

When the bus came, he quickly kissed his dad goodbye, and got on. He sat down at his normal seat next to his best friend Bandit, a young gray raccoon.

Him and Bandit exchanged small-talk for a while, but were both too tired to hold a conversation for very long. Shortly after their talk died down, CP decided it was a good time to wet. He moved around in the seat a little, until he was comfortable, and started to release the stream of hot panda piss into the padded undergarment.

He mouthed a silent sigh as the deliciously warm fluid bathed his junk. He felt it flow down into the bottom of the pull-up, and make the part he was sitting on pleasantly squishy. The childish underwear could take it as fast as he could dish it out, and soaked it up in due course. He finished and sat there with a smile on his face.

Little did he know Bandit had been watching the whole ordeal. "I know that look dude, you just peed. I thought you weren't supposed to wear those things anymore." He accused quietly, mindful that there were other furs around. Honestly, the proposition made him more excited than anything.

"I managed to convince him the let me wear them on the bus 'in case I fall asleep.' Please don't tell anyone, though, especially not adults. Your parents would probably be cool, considering what they let you get up to, but others might not be so nice.. The whole reason I was banned from wearing them was due to cubs' parents complaining." CP pleaded. He really had no reason to be afraid. He was planning to tell the young coon anyway. They didn't keep secrets from each other."

"My muzz is sealed." Bandit replied honestly, blushing slightly at the mention of his peculiarities. "I like seeing my best friend happy, and this obviously makes you happy." Bandit's peculiarities, as it turns out, involve also occasionally indulging in his own type of potty-rebellion, but that's a story for another day.

CP blushed at that comment. "You're a cool dude Bandit. I couldn't ask for a better best friend." For some reason, he didn't really think that 'best friend' was an adequate title, though. Little did he know that Bandit shared those thoughts.

The rest of the bus ride went as normal. When the cubs got to the school, He had no intention of immediately changing into undies. He peed in his pull-ups again halfway through the morning. Bandit noticed and sent a knowing smile his direction.

At lunch time, he knew that there was a risk of leakage if he went in his trainers again. He quickly changed in the bathroom, burying the pull-up in the trash, and went on his way. He knew, once again that this would be the norm from then on, and was happy that his life was getting closer to normal. He wished he didn't have to hide it from his dad, though.

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This went on for another six months, until CP was about 7 and a half. He had been using his pull-up for the first half of every school day, and no one had noticed besides Bandit. He had even been able to wear them on some car trips (more than just the really long ones it had always been a given for) when he was able to convince Tobias that he might fall asleep. Of course, he had been "falling asleep" far more than one who didn't know what he was up to would expect. Tobias didn't question it. This was on top of what he was already able to get away with, such as wearing and wetting during movies. Tobias didn't have it in him to make his son either be uncomfortable with a full bladder, or miss part of the action.

One day, after a particularly long-feeling day at school, CP fell asleep on the bus. He hadn't peed since before lunch, when he was still wearing his pull-up. Because of this, He woke up soaked when the bus pulled up to his house.

This wasn't a totally unprecedented event. He did occasionally have actual accidents in his undies, even while awake, and even more occasionally had used them on purpose. He much preferred his absorbent pull-ups, but would take what he could get.

Luckily for him, he was wearing dark-colored shorts, so they didn't really show. The only fur that noticed was Bandit, who said "That sucks, dude." as CP got off the bus.

It didn't suck, though. CP instantly saw the bright side. He knew that he would have had a hell-of-a-time convincing his dad that he could fall asleep and wet in the afternoon, but it had just happened, so he would have to believe it.

As CP walked in the house, Tobias gave him a hug. He quickly felt the warm wetness. He hoped CP didn't notice the boner he was suddenly sporting as he said. "CP, sweetie, did you have an accident?"

CP did notice that part of his dad's anatomy was now poking him in the belly, but didn't know what to think of it. Don't get anything twisted, he knew what sex was, Tobias didn't believe in hiding things from children, he just didn't really make the connection. "Yeah daddy, I fell asleep on the bus on the way home, and wet in my sleep." He responded matter-of-factly, cheerful as always. He was never embarrassed about the occasional genuine accident, and he knew he wouldn't be punished.

"I guess that means you have to be padded-up on the way home too. I'm sure Bandit would never tease you if you wet your pants, but other cubs surely would." Tobias said.

This was exactly what CP wanted. "Of course, daddy." He responded, trying to hide his excitement.

"From now on, pack an extra pull-up in your bag to put on before you get on this bus." Tobias said.

The next morning, he did exactly that. The day went exactly the same as usual, but instead of changing into undies during lunch, he changed into the second pull-up. He kept dry, until wetting it on the bus. Bandit, who was staying over that night, it being friday, noticed and commended CP on being able to wear in the afternoon too. "That accident yesterday definitely worked out for the best."

"For sure." CP said, giving his wet padding a squeeze, and enjoying the feeling of the pee running down his junk, back into the pull-up.

Bandit felt a stirring in his sheath at that. He's been getting such feelings whenever he saw his friend wet, and he wasn't quite sure why.

Soon, the bus was at CP's house, and both of the cubs got off. Tobias gave Bandit a wave, and CP a hug, when they got in. When he hugged CP, he noticed the squishiness of his pull-up. "I see that the new arrangement came in handy. I'll change you sometime later, or you can change yourself." He whispered in CP's ear, knowing that the young panda didn't mind being wet.

"Okay dad," CP said and he drug bandit by the paw, as they run up to his room.

Bandit blushed a bit at the contact that might be considered 'holding hands.' "I know you usually call him 'daddy.'" Bandit said, causing a blush to form on CP's cheeks, under his fur. "You don't have to act differently around me. You're my friend because I like you for who you are. I don't want you to feel like you have to play pretend. You've always been more of a 'cub' than me, and that's okay. What did he say, anyway?"

"Thank you, Bandit. You're the best friend ever." This caused Bandit to blush, and a brief look of disappointment flashed on his face. Disappointment? What was that doing there? "And, my dad just noticed that I had wet, and talked about changing me. He's letting me stay wet for now. I feel kinda bad letting him think that I'm having all these accidents. I don't like lying to him, but it's worth it. I'm this close," He held out thumb finger and index finger, with a tiny space between. "To being able to be myself again."

"Don't worry about it buddy, hopefully, someday soon, you'll be able to be honest with him, and still enjoy your wetting." Bandit replied thoughtfully. "In the meantime, let's play some video games."

"That's a great idea." CP responded, and turned on the playstation. They were gonna play GTA. While CP was still a little cub in some ways, and did enjoy more childish video games too. He could definitely have fun playing GTA. Tobias never cared what type of games he played, or movies he watched.

They played for a bit, taking turns on who got to control the character. At some point, during Bandit's turn, CP realized that he had to pee. He had a choice to make now. He had only wet once so far in that pull-up, so wouldn't leak, and Tobias already knew he was wet, so he decided to just let it go.

He was standing, so adjusted his stance to be comfortable. He then helped the pee along, and started to release the golden liquid. He felt the pee hit the undergarment, with some of it bouncing back to go over his young sheath and balls. It soaked into the pull-up and soaked his crotch with warm wetness. This was the proper way to pee, as far as he was concerned. Putting it in the toilet always felt like such a waste. He murred in pleasure as he finished releasing, then stood there, contented, and now doubly soaked.

Bandit had noticed CP peeing, and quickly paused his game. When CP finished, he saw Bandit starting, with a huge (for a cub) tent in his pants.

"What're you staring it? It's nothing you haven't seen before. And is that your weenie?" CP questioned. Bandit shrugged. Then, it hit him. "Do you usually get this way when you see me pee?"

Bandit nodded. "Yeah, I really like seeing you pee. I can tell it makes you feel really good, and it always makes my weenie come out for some reason."

"I think I know what this is." CP explained. "It makes you "turned on" as daddy would say."

"Turned on? What does that mean?" asked Bandit.

"It means you want to yiff me, and seeing me pee makes you want to yiff me even more." CP explained.

Bandit knew what "yiff" meant. He had heard cubs talking about it on the playground and he knew it meant touching, and sticking together pee-pees, butts, and for girls hoo-haws. He had to admit, he liked the idea of CP touching his cubhood, and him touching CP's. He also realized that the fact that he knew CP's sheath and member were covered in pee made him want to touch them even more. "Would you like to yiff with me?" He asked, hopeful.

"Yes, I think I would." He said. "Can you pull down your shorts and undies?"

Bandit quickly pulled down his shorts, then his plain white undies (at least they used to be white), before exposing his pencil-thin raccoon meat.

"Can I touch it?" CP asked.

Bandit nodded, and CP tentatively brushed it with his paw. Encouraged by Bandit's squirm of pleasure, he started rubbing it up and down. "That feels really good." Bandit said.

CP have it a few more pumps, then did something Bandit didn't expect. He licked it, then put his lips around it. Bandit didn't ask if it was gross, like he might have in a more cliched story. Even at 7, he knew that putting pee-pees in mouths was one of the most common yiffy things to do. He did let out a sound of pleasure, though.

CP kept on sucking, and Bandit was gently thrusting into his mouth. Pretty soon, he felt something coming. "CP, I feel funny. I'm pretty sure I have to pee, you might want to stop that."

CP shook his head. Tobias had told him that it could feel like that the first time, but he knew what was really gonna happen, so started sucking harder.

Bandit let out a load moan as he came for the first time in his short life. Of course, he was still too young to squirt, but it felt really good.

"See, no pee" CP said, and stuck out his tongue. During all of this, he had developed his own stiffy, that felt quite nice in his wet padding. '

Bandit noticed it and got a smile on his face. "That felt really good buddy." He said. "I want to make you feel good like that too."

"My weiner is covered with pee, so you might not want to put it in your mouth." CP said.

"I really think I might like it, but I admit, I'm too afraid to try it now." Bandit replied. "I do have something I want to try though. Pull down your shorts, but not your pull-ups.

CP did as he was asked. The sight of the yellowed pull-up excited Bandit. There was just something about it. He knew that peeing himself made his friend feel really good, and he honestly envied the ability of his friend to just go, without having to stop what he was doing (his own brand of potty fun notwithstanding). It was truly a tragedy when CP lost that ability, and Bandit was glad he was regaining it. Seeing the pull-up reminded him of all of this. He also found it very cute, and downright sexy.

Bandit started rubbing on the outside of the pull-up, massaging his friends dick with the piss-soaked padding. CP enjoyed this very much, and murred in response. He could already feel that "having to pee" feeling start to come. "Just like that" He said.

Bandit kept rubbing the peed-in undergarment against CP's cubhood, CP was honestly in heaven, and was thrusting against Bandit's paw. Soon, he came for the first time ever, with a moan.

"That was fantastic." CP said, and in the heat of the moment, pecked Bandit on the lips. Bandit blushed, then pecked his lips in turn, both boys knowing that they were no longer just friends. Everything suddenly felt more right with the world. They knew at that point that they had both wanted it for some time, but it took that day's events for them to figure it out.

"CP, come here." Tobias called from the bathroom.

CP met his dad in the bathroom. It was time for a change. When he saw his dad's pants bulge as he was changing him, along with his nervousness, he finally knew what was going on.His dad wanted to yiff him. He was more than okay with this, he just had to find a way to approach the issue without freaking his dad out.

Tobias, for one, added the fact that CP's pull-up was still quite warm, and that it seemed wetter than it was before to the list of things that he 'didn't notice.'

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Tobias is not a stupid man. He knew that CP wets at the breakfast table sometimes. He knew that there's no way CP goes through two pull-ups everyday just by sleeping on the bus. He knew that CP looks for every opportunity to wet. He knew all these things, and he didn't care. He also knew that wetting makes CP very happy. He also knew that seeing CP wet and happy makes him very happy, including in ways it probably shouldn't (by his own insecure estimation). He also knew that CP hates lying to him. Fuck the other parents. He was gonna make sure his son knows that he loves him no matter what, and supports what he does.

CP, now eight years old, had been feeling especially bold lately. He'd basically not been wearing undies at all, and had pretty much been going straight from his afternoon bus pull-up to his nighttime pull-up. He managed to get away with not peeing in the potty at all the day before. If only he didn't have to lie about it.

It was late in the afternoon, and CP had just been changed into his nighttime pull-up. He was in Tobias's room, watching TV with him, when he had to pee. He hadn't peed in his nighttime pull-up when he was still up yet (at least not without extraneous circumstances). He always at least waited until he was lying down in bed. That wasn't an option, now though. He really had to go, and it was only 7pm, his bedtime was at 10 pm.

He decided just to do it. He was really proud of not having to pee in the toilet the day before, and he didn't want to break the streak. He was just gonna hope that Tobias didn't notice. He was lying right beside Tobias in Tobias's bed. He relaxed his bladder and started peeing into the dry padding. He soaked it up good while he enjoyed the pleasure it have him, trying at the same time to hide that pleasure. As he finished, he thought he did a good job at hiding it.

He was wrong, though. Tobias has noticed, and was surprised at his boldness. He knew that he would be able to catch the panda red-handed, or yellow-crotched as it were. He wanted CP to know it was okay, but also wanted to give his son a bit of a scare for his trouble.

He decided to start rough-housing, and pretend to notice it then. They roughhoused from time to time, Tobias taking some shame in the feelings being physically close with his son gave him (even though there was truly nothing shameful in those feelings). He decided to start by holding himself over the frame of the boy. He then started to wrestle him.

CP laughed as Tobias grabbed ahold of him. He always enjoyed this activity when it happened, and little did Tobias know, had also been taking sexual pleasure from it recently since his relationship with Bandit started. He feebly attempted to wrestle back.

Tickling was usually part of these activities, but Tobias didn't want to give CP an opportunity to explain away the wetting. Wetting during tickling was to be expected, and he always knew that his son would take that opportunity.

What he did do, which was a bit of an unexpected move, but not totally unheard of was grab CP's crotch. Usually this came after the tickling, when CP was "supposed" to be wet, so the boy didn't think anything initially about the squish that met his father's forepaw. Then, he remembered that there was no tickling, and he didn't have any excuse to be wet.

"What do we have here?" Tobias mockingly questioned. "I know you're in your nighttime pull-up, and I didn't tickle you at all."

"Daddy, I can explain..." CP started, and began to panic. What would happen now? Was he gonna have to go back to undies? Could he ever be himself again" These questions all went through his head.

"It's okay son." Tobias said simply.

"What?" CP asked, He wasn't expecting to hear that. How was it okay? He had lied to his dad for almost 2 years, using his pull-ups on purpose all the time, even though he had been told not to, and it was okay?

"Yeah, it's okay. I know you really like going in your pull-ups. I'm sorry for ever making you stop. The judgemental people can eat a dick as far as I'm concerned, excuse my language. You're my son, and if I don't want to make you use the toilet, I won't."

"Sorry for doing it for so long without telling you, though, I'm sure you noticed." CP said, still feeling ashamed.

"There's really nothing to be sorry about. I'm honestly happy for you. I'm glad that you were able to continue being yourself, despite by stupidity." Tobias said honestly.

"I love you, daddy." CP, said and hugged Tobias.

"I love you too, son." Tobias responded.

"As long as we're being honest about 'secrets' that aren't really secrets. I know you want to yiff me, daddy, and I just want you to know, I want it too. I've been doing yiffy stuff with Bandit, and I want to do it with you too. I love Bandit, but I love you too, daddy, in all the ways." CP explained.

Tobias's mouth went dry at this. He knew the cubs had been fooling around, but he didn't know they loved each other, and apparently his son loved him in that way too. That was beyond awesome. He knew that he was gonna be called-out one day on how obviously he was turned on by CP. He didn't know it would be so soon, but he was glad it was.

For all his hang-ups about his pedophilia, he always knew that he'd go for it, as long as the cub wanted it too. Saying that it was obviously the case, he was excited to have yiffy fun with a cub for the first time. It was made much better by the fact it was his son, and they really loved each other.

"Let's start of with a kiss." Tobias said, eager to be even more intimate with the son he loved so much.

"I'd love to daddy." CP responded. He knew that his dad meant a lot more than a quick peck. He had made out with Bandit, but he knew it would be different with a full-grown man.

Tobias and CP were already facing each other, so Tobias leaned down and in for the kiss. He hovered with his muzzle nearly touching CP's until CP went in for the kiss.

Their lips moved against each other for a while, until Tobias licked at his son's lips, asking for entry. The small firefox gladly obliged, and opened his mouth, letting the organ in. The man's tongue was obviously quite a bit bigger than his own, and nearly filled his mouth.

That being said, he was no slouch and put up a reasonable effort in their tongue-wrestling match. They went at it for quite some time, moaning and wrapping their arms against each other.

Eventually, the father-son due ran out of breath and had to break the kiss. They then sat panting, looking at each other, very happy with what they just did. They knew at that time, it was time for the main attraction.

"Okay buddy, can you take off your shorts and pull-up. I want to make you feel good first." CP nodded, and happily obliged. First taking of his shorts. He gave his pissy pull-up a little squeeze, knowing it would rile his dad up. Saying that he was already with a piss-fetishist, he knew what to do to push the right buttons.

He then took of his pull-up, exposing his black undercarriage. His crotch fur was soaked with pee, and his little dick was beginning to poke out of its sheath at the excitement. He was still quite young, and needed considerable physical stimulation to become very aroused.

Tobias leaned over him, sniffed the fuzzy cock-older enjoying the musky smell, then started licking around his sheath and balls. CP knew at this moment, that changes would never be the same. Who needs wipes, when you have a raccoon tongue. He knew from previous experience that Bandit liked licking his pee-soaked sheath too. There must just be something about 'coons.

Soon, his dick was at full-attention from the pleasure. It has long and thin, like a mix between a weasel dick and a raccoon dick. Tobias then took it all the way into his mouth.This was different from getting a BJ from Bandit. Tobias was able to take the whole dick just in his mouth and lick and suck all around it. He knew he was gonna cum very quickly.

"Daddy, I'm about to blow." He said, causing Tobias to double-down on his efforts.

Mere seconds later, the young panda came with a loud moan. "That was great, daddy." He said. "Now, I'll do yours."

Tobias wasn't about to deny him that, so quickly dropped his trousers and exposed his raccoon dick. It looked a lot like Bandit's, but quite a bit bigger. "Be careful though, hon. I'm sure I'm a bit larger than your friend, and when I cum, I actually squirt."

CP just nodded, and licked the pole. As he was doing so, he took a sniff and enjoyed the muskiness. He licked all around the pecker, then tried to take as much as possible into his mouth to suck on it. He couldn't take it all, but got a decent amount. What he couldn't fit in his mouth, he stroked with his hands.

While Tobias had received blowjobs before, this was his first one from a cub, and the inexperience only served to make the pleasure more intense, If there's one thing that can get a right-minded person off faster than expertise, it's the fumblings of youth. Those little hands on his length just drove him mad, and the little tongue was even better. He was close very quickly.

"Watch out baby, I'm about to squirt. Do you want to try swallowing?" Tobias warned.

CP nodded, and backed off his muzzle to the tip of the organ, continuing to stroke it with his paws. If he was gonna swallow cum for the first time, he wanted to be able to taste it.

Tobias came directly on CP's tongue. CP swished it around a little in his mouth, then swallowed. He decided he enjoyed the taste.

"That was fun, but it made me sleepy. Can I sleep in here tonight?" CP asked.

"You can sleep in here any night." Tobias responded. CP pulled his wet pull-up back up over his sheath and balls, and Tobias pulled him close and spooned him.

"I love you, my wonderful son." Tobias said.

"I love you too, daddy" CP responded.

Yes, CP was more than just a bedwetter, Bandit was more than just his friend, and Tobias was more than just his dad, but this was how it was supposed to be. He couldn't be happier.