He sat in the tub, splashing around while his mother was off readying dinner. While pushing around his toy boat his stomach gurgled signaling his favorite part about bath-time. Little Timmy happily tooted sending a stream of bubbles to the surface. *Frrrtpt* *Frprrpt* *pffrrprt* He created his own little jacuzzi, tiny green bubbles floated up from the surface. Then the gas sadly stopped. He knew what this step meant as he grunted with exertion. Up to the surface came not a bubble, but a log, and quite a sizable one for someone of his age. He saw it, unfazed, as it floated around him like a small moon. After it bumped into his toy boat, Timmy went back to farting, occasionally releasing another turd. Once five logs circled the tub, Timmy's bladder opened up as he mindlessly peed in the bathtub water for almost two minutes. The smell in the bathroom was becoming noticeable as the water level rose and yellowed. One of the reasons Timmy loved bath time so much was his freedom to pee, poop, and fart as much as he wanted without fear of causing problems. The toilet usually overflowed or couldn't flush, and his diapers, while a little better, usually ripped open from the sheer weight of his messes. The bathtub was like one giant toilet that could contain all his output until he was mostly empty. The only time he could remember fully emptying was when his mom got him a small, inflatable pool which he adored. Timmy continued making bubbles with smaller, rabbit pellet like poops shooting up with the gas. He took to floating the logs around in front of him like a large harbor. Notified by the growing smell, Timmy's mother walked in. "Timmy," she shouted in shock,"what a mess you've made." This was said not with the air of alarm but surprise as Timmy's mom moved closer to the tub. Living just the two of them, Timmy's mom walked around bottomless with no pants or underwear on, her apron covered her upper body. "Wish I could join you but someone has to get dinner ready," she said playfully. "But I do have something for you," she continued. Timmy clapped in excited as his mother stood up on the edges of the tub, bent over, and grunted with exertion. A loud fart heralded a heavy log which splashed into the messy water below. While all of Timmy's turds floated on the top, this one sank straight to the bottom. "Ah dense as always, she breathed out a sigh of relief," well, back to dinner." She left the room as Timmy returned to farting in the tub. At this point the water was somewhat yellowed and full of logs. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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