Disclaimer - This story is pure fiction. The idea came from reading many of the stories on Nifty as well as chat with a friend where we played around with the subject matter. There is no element of truth in this, at least from my experiences.
This story deals with watersports and scat. It will get more explicit as more chapters come. As always, if this subject matter is offensive/illegal to you, don't bother going any further.
Mess This House
Tim, a 39 year old man, approached the Shining Lights adoption agency with trepidation. Ever since his wife had left him a year ago he felt he needed something to fill the void in his life she had left. He had always wanted a son, but his wife felt he was too much of a pushover to be a father. As far as he was concerned a boy should be able to live his life without any real boundaries, to do what he wants and not worry about getting in trouble. After all, how was a boy to discover himself if there were always rules about what he should or shouldn't do?
Six months after his wife had left, Tim approached Shining Lights and requested a boy to adopt. He thought they would put up some resistance, but little did he know they had a boy who they had almost given up on. They suggested Caden, a boy of 9 years who had had a number of issues in his previous homes. His previous fathers had all complained about how reluctant he was to be clean. Caden hated washing, cleaning, in fact anything that most boys get taught early in their lives. They thought he was just lazy and disobedient. Of course, the agency staff didn't want to discourage Tim from taking this child in, so they just told him that it was a boy who just needed a lot of adult male attention.
The door to the agency opened and out stepped Caden. He was an angelic looking boy, with his blonde hair, lightly tanned skin and slight build belying his true nature. He was wearing a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. He looked to the floor as he slowly walked towards Tim.
"Hello young man, I'm Tim, your new dad." Tim softly said.
"Hi. I'm Caden. I need a new dad. My last one couldn't look after me, he said I was too lazy for him." Caden mumbled.
Tim could tell Caden was nervous about this meeting. The boy barely looked up, just staring at the floor.
"Don't worry Caden, I'm sure you're not as bad as he says. Tell you what? Shall we get in my car and then we can anywhere you want." Tim said.
"Anywhere? I'm so hungry, can we get some food?" Caden said, a flash of enthusiasm shooting across his face.
"Of course. Now, get on the back seat and we will get going."
Caden, getting more excited, jumped into the back seat of the car. Tim starts driving, but Caden starts shuffling on his seat.
"Tim, I really need to pee, can we stop? I was trying to hold it but I'm getting really desperate." Caden whined.
"I can't stop this early son. If you really need to go, just go." Tim replied softly.
"But....I'll get the seat wet and smelly. You don't want that do you?"
"It's fine. Honestly, I barely use this car and seats can be washed or changed."
Caden looks confused at first, but then, having been given permission, lets go of his bladder. His sweatpants start with a small dark spot which rapidly darkens all over his crotch. The warmth and wetness spreads all over his front and gathers under his bottom. The piss soaks into the seat, leaving the boy sitting in a pool of liquid. Caden starts smirking. He never imagined he would be getting dirty within five minutes of meeting his new dad. Tim looked in the rear view mirror, enjoying the look of happiness on Caden's face.
"Does that feel better now? You shouldn't have to hold it in and be uncomfortable." Tim said.
"Loads better. Thanks for letting me do that. I couldn't hold it any longer. Are you sure you don't mind wet seats? Anyway, are we getting food? I really want burgers and huge milkshake. I'm so hungry!" Caden replied.
"Of course son. And of course I don't mind the seats. Let's go to the drive thru."
Tim pulls into a fast food joint and orders Caden exactly what he wants. Little did he know that Caden had a sensitive stomach. Burgers and milkshakes always had a strong effect on him. Caden wolfishly ate the food as they travelled. It seemed almost as if he hadn't eaten in days. As he finished each item, he threw all the wrappers on the floor, not caring about the mess he was making. As he was drinking the milkshake Tim accidentally hit a pothole. The jolt caused the lid of the cup to fly off and spray shake all over Caden and the car seats.
"I'm so sorry Tim, I've had an accident." Said a startled Caden.
"That's OK. The seats already wet, I don't mind a bit of shake on it as well. Don't worry Caden. You won't get in trouble." Soothed Tim.
Again, Caden smirked at the fact he didn't get in any trouble whatsoever. It seemed almost as if he could do anything he wants without getting told off. He prayed that was the case, although he doubted Tim would know how dirty this boy could be.
Suddenly Caden lets out a loud belch, swiftly followed by a loud fart. The boy knew what effect fast food had on him, and felt a gurgling in his stomach. He knew what was happening and the he wouldn't be able to hold on for long.
"Tim! I really need to poop. You have to stop the car now!" He exclaimed.
"We're nearly back now Caden. We can't stop here. Look, you're already wet and covered in shake. If you need to go I won't mind. It's fine."
Caden thought he must have misheard what was being said. Surely Tim didn't want him to soil himself in the car seat? No dad had ever let him do that before. This surely was a test or something. The boy himself didn't mind being messy, but he had never met a man who didn't mind whether he was clean or not before. The gurgling in his stomach grew stronger and he knew he had no option but to let go. He released his bowels and let a load of warm, smelly shit into his Ethika underwear. It felt so good, and he couldn't help but smile and let out a breath of relief.
Tim looked on in the mirror, and was truly delighted to see the look of happiness and relief on his new sons face. The smell of the shit was strong, but Tim made it look like he couldn't smell anything.
Under Cadens bottom the shit was seeping through his underwear and staining through his wet sweatpants. The stain was spreading onto the car seat, joining the wetness and shake already there. This was a stain that would take a lot of work to clean up, but Tim seemed unbothered about it.
They pulled up to Tims house. It was a large villa-style house set in its own gardens. There was a large iron gate controlling who could get in and out. The house had to have about 20 rooms, and was pristine in its external appearance. Caden looked out of the window in awe. His last house was tiny, this was like a palace. Tim opened the door for him and he got out, feeling the load of shit in his underwear moving around and piss running down his leg darkening the sweatpants further. They entered the front door. Caden was surprised that Tim didn't make him get undressed before they went inside.
The first room Caden noticed after the doorway was a huge living room. It was pristine. Painted white walls, white carpet, a white sofa covered in cream cushions and a huge TV system. There was an oak coffee table in the middle with games console controllers on it. Caden was in awe.
"Shit! This room is amazing .... Oops, I didn't mean to swear. Sorry." Caden exclaimed.
"Don't worry about swearing, it happens sometimes Caden. I'm glad you like it here." Tim reassured.
Just as he was talking, some of the shit fell out of Cadens underwear, down his leg and onto the pristine white carpet, landing in a big, dirty pile.
"I'm so sorry about making a mess Tim. I didn't mean to. Please don't be mad at me. I won't do it again." Caden said, a look of terror on his face.
"Don't worry young man. I really don't mind. Look, I'm not big on cleaning, so if you don't mind the mess, neither do I. I just want you to be happy and be yourself."
Caden just looked bewildered. He had never been in this situation before. All his other dads would have gone mad and made him clean up the mess he had made. Tim really didn't seem to care. The boy felt so conflicted. He should be horrified that he had come to this house and already made a mess, but he also loved mess and dirt. Tim said it was OK, and he didn't seem angry, so Caden took that as all the reassurance he needed that he could relax and have fun here. The big question was, how much fun could he have? What limits would Tim have? He made a mental decision that he would find out as soon as possible.