Truth or Omoquences by Imouto Kitten

Commissioned by SeriousSly

Timmy Turner, as usual, is taking advantage of his Fairy Godparents to 
liven up what would otherwise be a boring afternoon, in particular, 
using their magic to poof around his backyard so he can play catch with 
himself.

Having worked up a sweat under the summer sun, the ten-year-old pauses 
in his game to comment, "Boy, playing catch with myself sure is thirsty 
business."

Poofing out of nowhere next to his Godson's head, Cosmo replies, "So is 
salting your tongue,but that never stopped me!" Before conjuring a salt 
shaker and vigorously shaking the white grains onto his outstretched 
tongue.

Ignoring her husband's usual hijinks, Wanda poofs up a jug of lemonade 
for Timmy, and not bothering with a glass, the boy starts guzzling 
straight from the jug.

Concerned by the rather large volume of liquid Timmy is putting away, 
Wanda can't help commenting, "That's an awful lot of lemonade!"

Timmy pauses in his drinking just long enough to brush off Wanda's 
concerns with a declaration of, "Don't worry. We Turners have bladders 
of steel!"

Just then, an Owl swoops out of the sky and comes to land on the fence 
before holding out a leg to Wanda, a letter tied around its talon. After 
the pinkette has freed the bird of its burden, it lets out a hoot of 
disgruntlement, causing Wanda to comment, "They always want a tip." 
Before summoning a rat from the bushes and offering it to the bird.

As the owl takes to the air, the rodent clutched in its talons and 
squeaking in mortal terror, Timmy comments, "Wow, watching owls carry 
mice away is thirsty work." Before chugging more lemonade.

Timmy tunes out most of his Godparents' conversation about their high 
school reunion, as well as the first signals as the lake's worth of 
lemonade he's been drinking works its way to his bladder, his attention 
focused on his attempts to consume his body weight in the sugary, tangy, 
fruit-flavored beverage.

When the buck-toothed boy finally decides to rejoin the conversation, 
his comment of "Well,it's not like they're expecting you to be a 
billionaire mogul with a beautiful trophy wife."

Leads to a nervous response of "Yeah right,a billionaire." From his 
green-haired godfather.

Followed by a concerned inquiry of "Cosmo,what did you tell them?" from 
the boy's Godmother.

Timmy doesn't really pay attention to the lover's spat that follows, and 
before he knows it, his clothes have been replaced with a Butler's 
uniform and he finds himself, along with his Godparents and an obviously 
confunded pop star in the entrance hall of a high school as Cosmo 
introduces them, "Hello,I am the very rich Cosmo,creator of 
Wandos2.0,the operating system of every magical item in fairy world! 
This is my my dowdy secretary Wanda, and my faithful butler with big 
teeth and a cast iron bladder, Timmy., along with my beautiful trophy 
wife,who is clearly not hypnotized, Britney Britney!"

At the mention of his supposedly cast iron bladder, which is starting to 
feel a bit rusty and more than a bit bloated, Timmy doesn't hear 
Britney's non-sequitor as he finishes his jug of lemonade and follows up 
Cosmo asking about sign-ins with "and where do I go to use the 
bathroom?"

Sighing in exasperation, more at letting her husband drag her into his 
deception than her godson's lack of responsibility, Wanda responds, "I 
told you to go before we left."

Proving that he hadn't completely zoned out on his Godparents' latest 
argument, Timmy replies, "No,you didn't, you told me, "There is no way 
that we are dressing as a butler and secretary just to cover for the 
lies Cosmo told people."Then Cosmo started to cry and you said Oh, 
"okay." prompting the pinkette to roll her eyes at Timmy missing the 
part that had actually been directed at him.

Ignoring Wanda's eye roll, Timmy looks around, and spotting a couple of 
doors with bathroom signs on them, runs over to them, only to slam his 
face into the wall, the impact causing him to fall on his rear as his 
bladder spasms, but fails to blow a gasket, "Ugh! What?! The doors are 
just painted on?!"

Floating up to her godchild and adopting her lecturing voice, Wanda 
explains "You don't need doors in a fairy highschool, we just poof from 
room to room!" Shifting to a more sarcastic tone, she adds, "Doors are 
for chumps." Before raising her wand and poofing them all to the 
school's gymnasium.

Timmy starts to sweat as he says to himself, "Okay... I really have to 
go to the bathroom, but I'll be okay as long as I don't think about 
it..." It is then that his discomfort turns to dread as he notices that 
the theme of the party is 'A salute to running water'.

As his waste water reservoir rusts just a bit more, Timmy looks around 
frantically, and spotting his salvation, runs towards it with a cry of, 
"Finally, a bathroom!' Only to be hit with a painful reminder as he runs 
head long into another wall, "I forgot! Doors are for chumps!" As he 
rubs his bruised cheek and his bloated bladder bulge.

Walking away from the painted image of a bathroom door surrounded by a 
false calm, Timmy assures himself, "Okay, I just won't think about it 
and I'll be fine." Though he's not sure he believes his own words.

As he walks around the party, Timmy's belief that he can just not think 
about it is eroded even further as he passes several statues with water 
pouring, gushing, or torrenting from one orifice or another, a stab of 
jealousy tearing through Timmy's tortured tinkle tank at the sight of a 
statue of a peeing cherub.

Turning his attention away from the decor to the other guests doesn't 
help, as most of the fairies and other magical creatures in attendance 
are holding glasses of punch, and being rather clumsy with it, not 
seeming to care how much of the beverage sloshes from their cups to 
splash on the floor, and to add insult to injury, the punch is yellow, 
making it very much resemble the liquid that so desperately wants to 
force its way out of the human boy's small body, and if that wasn't bad 
enough, the janitor is rather enthusiastic with cleaning up every small 
spill, using a hose better suited to putting out a house fire than 
washing the floor to blast away every little puddle and trickle of the 
piddle-looking punch.

Jamming his hands between his legs, bunching up the pants of his 
butler's uniform around his boyhood, the trembling, tinkle tormented 
ten-year-old whimpers to himself, "Ohhhhh, I hope we don't stay long..."

###

Unfortunately for the young boy, it wasn't to be, and two hours later 
find him rocking back and forth in a modified fetal position, his legs 
crossed tightly, and a rather obvious bladder bulge visible through the 
sash wrapped around his waist.

Spottttting his godfather's distinctive green hair in the crowd, Timmy 
staggers to his feet before hobbling over to Cosmo as fast as he can, 
"Excuse me, Cosmo, I wish..."

Oblivious to his godchild's rather pressing piddle plight, Cosmo and the 
fairies he's talking to all hold out their glasses as the green-haired 
fairy cuts off the human boy, "...To serve my friends and I more punch? 
Yes please, Timothy!" When Timmy glimpses the painted bathroom doors 
again, nearly giving himself a concussion as he tries to run for relief, 
Cosmo laughs and teases the tinkle tormented ten-year old with a taunt 
of, "Ha, he thinks the doors are real..." Before loading him down with 
empty cups, forcing Timmy to balance the drinkware in addition to 
keeping his bursting bladder from exploding.

This task is made all the harder when, upon locating Wanda in the crowd, 
she starts filling the glasses from a large pitcher of punch, sighing, 
"Ohhh, I don't know how much longer I can keep up this charade!" too 
busy moping about her situation to notice Timmy's tinkle troubles.

"Wanda, I don't mean to sound like you when you try to ruin my fun, but 
we should get outta here! Now!" cries Timmy, starting to perform a potty 
dance, nearly spilling all the glasses in the process before adding, 
"Lying is a bad idea, you know?!"

Wanda than takes one of the glasses and starts drinking, drops of punch 
dripping on the floor only to be hosed away by the janitor, making the 
boy scream in desperation, And holding it in is bad for my kidneys!"

Ignoring the preteen's piddle plight, Wanda retorts, "And excuse me if I 
sound as short sighted as you always do," She gesticulates wildly, 
spilling more of the punch that reminds Timmy far too much of the tinkle 
thrashing about within his torturously taut, terribly throbbing, truly 
titanic, tinkle tank. "When I say: come on, what else could possibly go 
wrong!"

As Wandisimo shows up and takes advantage of Cosmo's lies to sweep Wanda 
off her feet, Timmy collapses to the floor, clutching his boyhood as his 
legs twist together, crossing once, twice, thrice before Cosmo comes 
zipping in, crying, "What am I gonna do?! Wandisimo has Wanda!"

Seizing the opportunity, Timmy staggers to his feet, resuming his 
desperate dancing as he suggests frantically, "Quick! Let's go somewhere 
quiet to think! Like the boy's bathroom!"

Ignoring Timmy's tinkle tormented condition, Cosmo declares adamantly, 
"No! I know what we need: a tall, cool glass of lemonade!" before 
poofing up a glass of punch and guzzling it down, Timmy feeling as 
though the yellow liquid is being poured directly into his already 
massively overburdened, bound to burst bladder. "Followed by a quick 
trip to the bathroom!"

As Cosmo vanishes in a poof of fairy dust, Timmy falls to his knees, 
arms outstretched as he cries, "Wait! Take me with you!" only to quickly 
clamp his hands over his crotch once more as he feels a dribble escape 
to dampen his briefs.

Cosmo returns, toilet paper stuck to his foot just as Timmy manages to 
halt the leak, declaring in relief, "Aaaah, that's better! But going to 
the bathroom is thirsty work!"


As Cosmo conjures a mug enblazened with 'Big Glug' and starts drinking, 
drops of water landing on Timmy's head in an approximation of Chinese 
water torture, the boy exclaims, "No Cosmo! You have to decide right 
now! What is more important: living a lie to impress fairweather friends 
or your love for Wanda, the woman who's always loved you for who you 
really are!?"

Instead of a proper response, Cosmo grunts noncommittally as he starts 
sucking the contents of a water jug through a straw, the constant 
barrage of various liquids being dranked, sloshed, spilled, etc. causing 
the poor boy to pass out.

###

When Timmy comes too, his poor, prodigiously protruding, powerfully 
pulsing, positively pounding, poised to pop piddle pot providing pain 
beyond anything he can remember, he spots Wanda, and runs up to her, a 
pile of ash in front of her being washed away by the janitor's hose as 
he approaches.

Timmy opens his mouth to declare, "I wish..."

Only to be cut off by Cosmo clearing his throat, "Ahem, can I have 
everybody's attention please?"

Dancing as though his life depends on it, Timmy tunes out Cosmo's 
confession until Wanda flies up to embrace her husband, "Oh Cosmo!"

"Oh dowdy!" replies the green-haired idiot.

"Oh my bladder!" cries Timmy, at his absolute limit. "I can't take this 
anymore!"

Running around the room, ignoring everyone and everything as what little 
focus isn't dedicated to holding back the flood of biblical proportions 
straining against his exhausted spincter is put to the task of finding 
somewhere, anywhere to relieve himself, Timmy spots the nearly empty 
punch bowl in the middle of the buffet table.

Keeping one hand firmly tucked between his legs, Timmy uses his other 
hand and his buck teeth to climb the table cloth, literally tooth and 
nail, to reach the table top, and rush over to the punch bowl. Too 
desperate to check his surroundings for potential witnesses, Timmy yanks 
down his zipper, nearly ripping the pants of his butler uniform in the 
process as he pulls out his penis, and before he can even finish aiming, 
piss starts to torrent from his tip, soaking the table cloth beneath the 
bowl before his stream lines up with the intended receptacle and starts 
to refill the empty vessel. With what seems like as much force as the 
hose the janitor has used all evening to wash away the many small spills 
the guests have made with their drinks, Timmy's waste waters jet into 
the punch bowl, and the deluge continues for what seems like an eternity 
of bliss to the boy's bloated, bursting bladder, Timmy seeming to let 
out his body weight in pent up piss.

When Timmy is finally empty, he zips up his pants and jumps off the 
buffet table, walking up to his godparents just in time to hear "Ha! I 
don't have to lie anymore! Phew, what a relief!" Fall from Cosmio's lips 
as he and Wanda poof up fresh cups of punch to celbrate their 
reconciliation.

Feeling quite relieved and looking quite satisfied, Timmy comments, 
"Speaking of relief, whatever you do, don't drink the punch!"

Hearing Timmy's words, looks of shock cross Cosmo and Wanda's faces as 
they finish their glasses and realize with horror what they just drank.