The little Fox (Shota, Soiling)

Cassidy was two hours into his first time ever trick or treating alone and was doing quite well for himself, his little pumpkin bucket was nearly half full and that was with him constantly snacking on candies as he made his way through his neighborhood.

The young boy's particularly adorable costume likely helped in his quickly growing candy stash. He wore a soft, fluffy fox onsie, complete with a fluffy tail and a hood with ears on it. Only smiling brown eyed face showing, his short brown hair hidden away by the hood. He walked down the block, popping another peice of chocolate into his mouth, pausing to savor the taste as he walked up to the next house and rang the doorbell

"Trick or treat!" He chimed brightly as a woman opened the door and promptly comented on how cute he was in his little fox costume, tossing a few bite sized peiced of candy into his bucket. Cassidy smiled brightly and quickly turned to rush off to the next house, grabbing another peice of candy as he did so and popping it into his mouth. Though his hasty walk was slowed to a stop as he laid his eyes on the next house, a large, dark looming property with corpses hanging from the porch and skeletons in yard. For a moment the young boy considered just walking past the big spooky house, but caught a glipse of some other kids walking away, chatting to eachother about the large candy bars they had been given.

So Cassidy approached, slowly, some of the lawn ornements going off as he neared, skeletons laughs and witches cackling. Cassidy suddenly paused, his insides squirming. Be it nerves or the large amount of chocolate he had eaten, he didn't know, but shortly after a sudden cramp gripped his young stomach. He held it and let out a little groan, waiting for the pain to pass before continuing to walk slowly up to the front door.

He hesitated to ring the doorbell, gulping as a chill ran up his spine. His insides felt like they were moving and every once in a while he heard his stomach bubbling ominously. The closer the young boy got to the door the more nervous and unwell he felt, but soon he managed to reach the doorbell, his finger hovering as he was afraid of what might answer the door.

Yet before his finger ever touched the doorbell the door flew open and a horrid disfigured form lurched out him screetching, its face ripped off and hanging as it let out horride screetch and rushed the young boy. Cassidy gasped and froze, his eyes going wide. He opened his mouth to scream, a shrill girlish noise that was interupped half way through by a sudden strange grunt.

"Ahhh-ughhngghh" he screamed and grunted as fear and an ill timed cramp constricted his abdomen.

-Flrrttt- the wet sound of his fart could be heard as mess suddenly began to spill out of his young hole and into his white breifs. His knees bobbed as a look of fear and discomfort ovetook his face, he looked up at the horrid creater...only to discover that it was little more than a teenager in a mask.

Cassidy grunted in discomfort, trying to stop the surge of filth flowing into his underpants. The seat of his onsie bulged out as his underwear filled up, a wet squelching noise could be heard as his tiny undergarments could no longer contain his mess. The dark brown, wet filth spilled out from his underwears leg holes, leaking out from under his butt and spilling down his thighs, dripping all the way down to the back of his ankles, all contained within the onsie.

"Oh my god, did you just shit yourself" the teen snickered, the voice clearly male. "Holy shit that reeks, wow get the fuck out of here kid. Sick!"

The teen promptly turned around and walked back into his house, slamming the door behind himself. Leaving Cassidy alone on his porch with a suit full of shit. Cassidy sucked in a quaking breath, feeling hugely embarassed, though he had more pressing matters and couldn't break down crying. He had the all too difficult task of walking all the way home with a massive heap of shit in his underwear.

The young boy turned around, cringing as he felt the hot brown filth squish around in his underwear. Smearing between his legs and squirting all the way up to his little balls. He moved to the stairs, walking awkardly as the hefty mass of shit swayed with each step. He moved to the stairs and took his first step down, groaning immediately as the motion caused a great deal of his shit to spilled down the the back of his leg, splattering on his ankle and into his sneaker.

He pushed forward, each step only causing more warm filth to spill down down his legs and splatter all over his sneakers. The stench was foul, but at the very least, with most of it having spilled down his legs, the bulge on his rear was now much smaller, and the fuzzy material didn't show the stains of his filth. This would help him descreetly get home...but with a small bulge still showing he did the one thing he could think to do before setting off to walk home

He reached behind himself and pressed hard on the bulge, squishing in and the shit contained within. Cringing as the slowly cooling shit mushed into all of his little creavices and further spilled out onto his legs. He took a breath, his nose wiggling as his own stench assaulted his nose before begining to walk home, endevouring to walk as 'normally' as he could despite his pants being full of shit.