Timmy's Tinkle Troubles by Imouto Kitten

Commissioned by SeriousSly

It was a bright and sunny day in Dimmsdale, and at the local beach, a 
certain buck-toothed boy was taking full advantage of it being summer 
vacation and having Fairy Godparents. The young boy, clad only in swim 
trunks and his signature pink hat, stood atop a futuristic surfboard, 
the sun glinting off chrome accents and a wind turbine propelling him 
along a helix through a tube of water far too massive and far too 
perfect to be natural, his fairies disguised as neon pink and green 
crabs gripping the board for dear life as their godson performs tricks 
no real surfer could pull off without magic.

Riding his cool, but impractical watercraft to shore, Timmy exclaims, 
"The Turbo Tsunami is even cooler than I thought it would be." Before 
grabbing a pitcher of lemonade as big as his head from under a nearby 
beach unbrella and announcing, "Surfing sure is thirsty work!" before 
starting to guzzle down the sweet and sour drink.

Finishing the lemonade and wanting to see what other fun stuff his 
hometown has for a kid on summer vacation and lacking human adult 
supervision to get into, Timmy pulls on his shirt and heads towards the 
town proper.

As they pass by a line of bathroom stalls above the beach's high tide 
line, Wanda, now morphed into a flamingo pink seagull speakes up, "Heya, 
Sport, don't you think you should visit the bathroom? You did just drink 
an awful lot of lemonade."

"Yeah," interjects Cosmo, "And that goes through you almost as fast as 
prune juice goes through me."

"Nah," starts Timmy, "How many times do I have to say it? Turners have 
bladders of steel."

"Yeah, need I remind you of the punch bowl incident from mine and 
Cosmo's last highschool reunion?" Declares Wanda, threatening to enter 
full on nag mode."

Brushing off his godparents' concerns, the buck-toothed boy declares 
with certainty, "Oh, come on, that was a fluke and only happened because 
there were no doors and I can't just poof from room-to-room like 
fairies. Besides, who wants to waste such a nice day in the bathroom!?"

With a huff from the pinkette, the trio head into town and after 
wandering around for some time, Timmy discovers that the Dimmsdale 
Dimmadome is hosting a charity game for the Dimmsdale Ballhogs with 
admission free. Deciding to watch the game, Timmy heads for the 
Dimmadome, his fairies transforming into a pink pendant flag and green 
foam finger to better blend in as they mingle into the crowd.

The irony of donations being collected to help the families of children 
with kidney failure is lost on the irresponsible boy as he blows most of 
his allowance at the concession stand, buying multiple hot dogs, a large 
tub each of popcorn and extra spicy nachos, and of course, the largest 
soda they have on offer.

As Timmy enjoys the game, he absent-mindedly eats his junk food and 
chases it with his soda, ignoring the occasional twinge in his lower 
abdomen as the liquids he's consumed start working their way through his 
system.

By the time the game breaks for a half-time intermission, Timmy's soda 
is empty, and upon realizing the fact, he comments, "Wow, watching 
basketball is thirsty work!" before jumping out of his seat and 
declaring, "Time for a refill!"

"Uh, sport, do you think that's a good idea?" Asks Wanda as the trio 
approach the concession stand.

"Yeah, haven't you already drank your body weight today?" adds Cosmo.

"Meh, it'll be fine." Dismisses the boy as he steps in line, "Besides, 
need something to chase the spicy nachos with."

Another giant soda in hand, Timmy returns to the game, and by the time 
the final buzzer sounds, his cup is empty once more.

On the way out of the Dimmadome, Timmy tosses his trash in a bin right 
outside the restrooms, prompting Wanda to pipe up, "Don't you think now 
would be a good time to go?"

Timmy is starting to feel his bladder filling, but the reminder from his 
fairy, as if he's a little child barely out of pull-ups pricks at the 
preteen's pride as he retorts, "What are you, the Potty Police?" and 
defiantly walks past the restrooms and out of the Dimmadome.

Some more exploration later, and Timmy finds that the Dimmsdale Bottling 
Company is offering tours of their facilities. Being the straight-F 
student that he is, the tour guide's explanations of the various 
chemicals that go into making the highly corrosive syrups that are 
shipped to their plant daily and how the various machines mix it with 
carbonated water to make it merely bad for you instead of lethal and how 
the mixed soda is pumped into and sealed inside cans and bottles goes 
over Timmy's head, and while the sight of giant mixers creating violent 
vortexes and lines of cans and bottles speeding by at speeds too fast to 
properly track with the human eye would normally captivate the young 
boy, Timmy has trouble focusing on anything other than the near constant 
sounds of rushing liquid as soda is mixed, pumped, and cases of soda 
ready for shipping to local stores slosh about, these various sounds a 
constant reminder of the growing pool of pee in Timmy's tank.

Of course, despite all this, Timmy's sweet tooth overrides what little 
common sense resides in his oversized, but mostly empty noggin as the 
tour comes to an end and everyone in the tour group is offered a wide 
selection of free samples, the young boy abusing the offer, drinking 
more than any two other members of the group combined, stopping only 
when the supply on offer is exhausted.

As the tour group is ushered out of the samples room, they pass the 
factory's public restrooms, and again, Wanda, now disguised as a bottle 
cap on a necklace of bottle caps around Timmy's neck pipes up, "Surely 
you must be bursting after all those free samples."

Truthfully, Timmy is barely resisting the urge to cross his legs and 
grab himself through his pants, but he doesn't want to admit that his 
fairy is right as he strolls past relief once more, stating with 
confidence, "Turners need no toilets."

Roaming the streets of Dimmsdale some more, Timmy discovers that today 
marks the opening of the Dimmsdale Water Park's new totally tubular 
waterslide, and forgetting how torturous the sounds of soda sloshing 
around at the bottling company was, the buck-tooth boy is eager to give 
the slide a go.

Upon seeing how long the line is, Timmy whispers to his fairies, now 
disguised as a pair of two-tone goggles, "I wish I was at the front of 
the line."

"Sorry, sport." replies Wanda, "But it wouldn't be fair to everyone else 
if we just poofed you to the front of the line."

"Oh well, it'll be worth the wait." declares Timmy, stepping into the 
line.

As time passes and the line slowly moves forward, the sun drifting 
across the sky, Timmy starts to regret his decision to not go to the 
bathroom when Wanda told him to, Timmy's tinkle tank throbbing terribly, 
tightening like the head of a drum, ready to snap, and the nearby sounds 
of rushing water as his fellow water park patrons ride the waves down 
the slide and the frequent splashes as people hit the pool below do 
little to help distract him from his personal ocean of pee.

As the boy's bladder bloats bigger and bigger, bound to burst if jostled 
to much, Timmy considers stepping out of line to visit the park's 
facilities, but seeing that the line behind him has grown longer than 
the line in front of him, the boy grits his buck teeth and repeats to 
himself, 'Turners have bladders of steel, Turners need no toilets. 
Turners have bladders of steel, Turners need no toilets.' making it a 
mantra to help focus his body to supporting his urinary sphincter in its 
Herculean task of holding back his waste waters.

After what feels like an eternity, Timmy is brought back to reality as 
the park employee operating the slide calls, "Next!" and Timmy realizes 
its finally his turn.

As the boy nestles into the innertube provided for his wet ride, Timmy 
twists his legs into a corkscrew shape, determined to prevent being 
soaked with his internal waters in addition to the external waters from 
the slide.

As the ride operator suddenly shoves the boy over the edge, sending the 
preteen plummeting down the slide's steepest slope, it's all the boy can 
do to not let out a stream of pee to accompany his scream of 
exhilaration. The Slide twists and turns, subjecting Timmy's tortured 
tinkle tank to turbulent and terrific G-forces from all directions, 
front-to-back, left-to-right, up-and-down, and even in directions Timmy 
doesn't know the name of.

But despite the wild and wet journey through nearly a kilometer of 
twists and turns, Timmy's trunks are still soaked only with chlorinated 
water when he finally splashes down into the pool the slide empties 
into, but despite this victory, the boy shamelessly makes a break for 
the side of the pool and dragging himself out of the water, grabs his 
crotch and runs towards the sign that reads in giant, block letters 
"Restrooms" with the stylized figures of a man and woman next to the 
text.

Timmy is so single-minded in his pursuit of relief that he runs into the 
person blocking the restroom doors and gets a far too close up view of 
ass crack from drooping work pants before realizing that its a plumber.

Speaking with an Italian accent, the man, apparently in the middle of 
doing repair work, addresses the boy, "Sorry, kiddo, but someone-a 
thought it would be-a funny to clog all of the a toilets with banana 
peels. Restrooms ar out of order until I can a clean up this a mess."

Not even bothering to ask how long that'll take, Timmy runs off, and 
finding somewhere out of sight, starts to speak, "I wish-" only to be 
cut off by his fairies.

"If you're about to wish for what I think you're about to wish for, 
Timmy," starts Wanda, "than forget about it. I pointed out three times 
you had the opertunity to go, and I think leaving you to your own 
devices would be the best way to teach you a lesson."

Timmy starts eyeing the nearby pool only for Wanda to interject, "Don't 
even think about it, sport. Do you have any idea how dangerous the 
reaction between the eurea in pee and the chlorine in pool water can 
be?"

Just as steam is starting to come out of Timmy's ears at the pinkette's 
in promptu chemistry lesson, Cosmo cuts in, "Not to mention it's just 
plain gross."

Realizing he's going to get no help from his godparents, Timmy heads to 
the park's exit, telling himself, "It'll be fine, I'll just use the 
toilet at home." But that's easier said than done, as Timmy's walk home 
takes him past many children his own age trying to cool off in the face 
of the afternoon summer sun, from spraying each other with water guns to 
dancing around sprinklers, from tossing water balloons at each other to 
belly flopping down a slip and slide, not to mention all the people with 
above ground pools in their yards.

Seeing his house come into view, Timmy makes a mad dash for his 
salvation, not bothering to close the front door behind him as he rushes 
up the stairs, hands clutching his crotch and barging into the bathroom 
only to run face first into his dad's knee.

"Sorrry son," Starts Timmy's Dad, "but I used all the plumbing in the 
process of building a Turner Titan to fight Dinkleberg's Dinkledroid."

"What!?" cries out Timmy, outraged at his father's antics.

"Good thing we Turners have bladders of steel." declares the older man, 
ignoring his son's obvious distress as he runs off to try and crush his 
self-proclaimed archnemesis.

Vacating his house in search of a place to vacate his bladder, Timmy's 
mad dash down the sidewalk is interrupted by another knee to the face, 
this time from the babysitter from hell, Vicky.

"Out of my way, twerp!" shouts Timmy's teenaged tormentor as she kicks 
the ten-year-old out of her way, fortunately impacting Timmy's jaw 
instead of his bladder making the attack merely painful instead of 
painful and embarrassing, "I've got to tort- er babysit some other Twerp 
today."

As the evil babysitter walks off, Timmy drags himself to his feet, and 
spotting Vicky's house wonders if he could relieve himself there while 
the tyrant teen is out.

Keeping both hands clamped tightly over his throbbing crotch, the boy 
runs up to the door, and not having a spare hand, uses his buck teeth to 
ring the doorbell before waiting impatiently, constantly shifting from 
foot-to-foot in a frantic potty dance.

After what seems like an eternity to the attention deficit boy, the door 
is opened by Tootie, little sister of Vicky and Timmy's personal 
stalker, not that Timmy currently has the brain cells to spare to 
process that this girl is just as much trouble as her big sister as he 
shouts, "Can I use your bathroom!?"

With hearts in her eyes, Tootie eyes up the object of her obsession, 
committing every detail of the sight of her beloved Timmy clearly on the 
verge of soaking his shorts, reminding her of the time she wet herself 
because the boy standing in front of her had locked her in her closet... 
thoughts of seeing him wet warring with wanting to bring him relief from 
his obvious torment.

Deciding she should at least try to get something out of the situation, 
Tootie eventually declares, "Sure you can!" Only to block the doorway 
with her arm as Timmy tries to dash past her as she adds in the most 
seductive tone her high-pitched, prepubescent voice can manage, "If you 
let me watch."

Timmy is a bit weirded out by the unusual request, nervously replying, 
"Uh, that's kinda personal."

"Well," starts the bespectacled girl as she places an arm around Timmy's 
neck and leans into the boy, invading his personal space enough she can 
feel his protruding piddle pot pulsing powerfully against her stomach as 
she offers, "If that's a bit far for now, I'd be willing to settle for a 
kiss." before closing her eyes and puckering her lips.

As the alarm bells that Tootie is trouble finally blare loud enough to 
override the persistent pounding of piddle against his sphincter, Timmy 
forces a hand away from his crotch to intercept the girl's lips as he 
pulls away and dashes off the porch so suddenly that Tootie falls flat 
on her face, and by the time the girl recovers enough to push herself 
upright, her crush has gotten far enough away that he can't hear her 
declare, "If I can't get a kiss or watch Timmy use the potty, I guess 
I'll just have to try and catch him having an accident on camera." 
before heading inside to retrieve her Timmy Tracker and a camcorder.

Meanwhile, the tinkle tormented ten-year-old is running from 
store-to-store in Dimmsdale's shopping district, only to be repeatedly 
told their restrooms are either out of order or for paying customers 
only, the boy with the bloated bladder beating himself up for his lack 
of foresight when he blew the last of his allowance on his admission to 
the water park.

Running out of shops where he can ask a store employee if he can use 
their bathroom, Timmy desperately seeks out alternatives, and spotting 
the entrance to the Dimmsdale Zoo, the few brain cells in the preteen's 
cavernous cranium not devoted to screaming at him to pee or telling his 
sphincter to hold back the flood coming up with a rather haired brained 
scheme: "The animals just pee where ever they want! If I sneak into one 
of the habitats, I can just whip it out and let it spray!"

A plan in place, and with Wanda's refusal to help him with the problem 
he created by ignoring her earlier advice including not trying to 
dissuade him from bad ideas, Timmy runs into the zoo, and jumping over 
the first safety barrier he sees, runs into a crop of trees.

Picking a tree to christen with his waste waters, Timmy doesn't even try 
to negotiate his fly, opting to simply yank his shorts and briefs to his 
ankles and gripping his now exposed penis, aims at the roots of his 
chosen tinkle tree.

However, before Timmy can relax enough to let the floodgates open, he 
feels a warm, heavy breeze baring down on him, one that makes his 
already tightly clenched muscles cramp up even tighter, and has he 
glances up to the source of the breeze, he is met with a mouth of sharp 
teeth in the middle of a hairy face.

With a scream of "BEAR!" the boy's fight or flight response buries the 
needle so deep in the flight region that Timmy doesn't even have time to 
leave a tinkle trail behind him as he dashes away from the bear, the 
trees, and the zoo.

When the adrenaline finally runs out and Timmy collapses to the ground, 
his hands squeezing his immature penis tightly enough to make the head 
turn purple and his legs twisting into a corkscrew shape, he realizes 
that he has another problem aside from his aborted attempt at answering 
the call of nature in the Zoo's simulated patch of nature, namely that, 
in his haste to avoid being eaten by a bear, he left his pants and 
underwear behind, leaving him completely exposed from the waist down.

His face turning color to match his pink hat, the half-naked boy dashes 
into a nearby bush, temporarily forgetting about his need to pee as he 
calls out to his fairies, "I wish-."

"Sorry, sport," Wanda cuts him off, "but if you're about to wish for new 
pants, you can just streak you're way home. It might help the lesson 
sink in."

"Besides," interjects Cosmo, shamelessly poofing away his own pants, 
"isn't it nice to feel the breeze between your knees?"

Doing his best to ignore the green-haired manchild of a fairy godparent, 
and failing to realize the bush he's hiding in would be perfect for take 
two on his plan to find a secluded place in nature to stop and water the 
plants, Timmy peeks out of his hiding spot, and once sure there's no one 
to spot him, dashes out of the bush, streaking to his next hiding spot 
as he resumes his quest for a toilet, both hands still firmly gripping 
his boyhood as if trying to squeeze off the flow in a garden hose, 
immediately regretting that mental image even before realizing that his 
new hiding spot has him squeezed between a water fountain and a stone 
wall.

To make matters worse, when Timmy pokes his head out, hoping to spot a 
nearby restroom sign, he makes a hastey retreat, doing his best to curl 
into a ball behind the post supporting the drinking fountain, having 
spotted Trixie Tang approaching.

The much taller girl leans over the fountain and pushes the button to 
start the water running, the sound of his crush taking a drink causing 
Timmy's tremendously taut tinkle tank to throb terribly, threatening 
total containment failure. Between the pain of pints of pent-up piddle 
pummeling the walls of the preteen's pounding piddle pot, the potential 
embarrassment of the girl he longs to impress seeing him in such a 
compromising position, and the fear that she'd react violently in 
disgust if he lost it at that moment and her shoes got caught in the 
deluge, Timmy can't even enjoy the sight when, thanks to his rat's eye 
view and a gentle breeze her skirt flutters just enough to give the 
desperate boy a brief glimpse of lavender silk undergarments.

After what seems like an eternity to Timmy, but is really less than a 
minute, Trixie finishes her drink, and straightening up, departs from 
the water fountain, oblivious to how close she came to letting a boy 
enjoy a look up her skirt and having her designer footwear stained 
yellow.

Checking that the coast is clear, Timmy spots that the water fountain is 
indeed close to a restroom, and he nearly jumps for joy as he runs for 
the door emblazend with a stylized figure of a man, only to have his 
jubilation cut short as he finds the door locked and a handwritten out 
of order sign taped below the restroom sign.

"DARN IT!" cries the frustrated, desperate boy before dashing into 
another bush, his tiny brain too preoccupied with holding back the 
golden horde threatening a flood of biblical proportions and avoiding 
being spotted in his state of half nudity to even consider the out of 
order boys' room he just left might be partnered with a functioning 
girls' room.

Timmy makes his way through the park in a rather jerky manner, dashing 
from one bush to the next, only to have to wait for a minute or two at 
each stop as seemingly every young couple in Dimmsdale has decided a 
sunset stroll would be the perfect end to such a nice, summer day.

Hiding in a bush with line of sight to the park's exit, Timmy waits 
until the coast is clear before making a mad dash for the more urban 
parts of his home town, only to frown as he realizes there are fewer 
good places to hide and more sources of running water.

Case in point, Timmy finds himself hiding behind some trash cans in an 
Alley with the only potential hiding spot in sight being another alley a 
few buildings down on the opposite side of the street, but to make 
matters worse, the stretch between the two alleys offers little cover 
and includes a car wash where several people are hosing down and 
scrubbing away at their vehicles, oblivious to the preteen's piddle 
plight.

Grabbing a pair of trash can lids in hopes of shielding what little 
dignity he has left, Timmy streaks across the street, leg muscles 
cramping nearly as much as his bladder muscles from the exertion and 
hoping no one from the car wash looks his way.

Timmy barely makes it to the other Alley as a spasm from his bladder 
causes him to spring a leak, the young boy forced to drop his makeshift 
shields to reassert his deathgrip on his boyhood, choking off the flow 
as he glances around for another hiding spot.

He sprints into the shadow of a street lamp only to quickly vacate it as 
the light comes on nearly acting as aspotlight.

He hides behind a hydrant, thinking back to the time he swapped bodies 
with Vicky's dog and wishing he could just do his business like a dog, 
only for his face to turn as red as the hydrant when a firefighter 
connects a hose, the boy running off and hoping the fire fighter didn't 
see anything.

Several more close calls find Timmy in the darkened Dimmsdale Town 
Square, the only light the rising full moon and the only sound the 
running water from the fountain in the center of the square.

Every muscle from the waist down and the elbow down sore from the strain 
of holding in a full day's worth of pee, running all over town, and 
squeezing himself to prevent any leaks from escaping, Timmy nearly 
collapses at the edge of the fountain as the last of his resolve 
crumbles.

No longer caring about finding a toilet, Timmy forces himself back to 
his feet and steps on to the ledge surrounding the main pool of the 
fountain, and aiming his penis towards the cascading waters at the 
fountain's center, the boy lets go.

The relief is initially intense, even more so than when he let go in the 
punch bowl at his Godparents' Highschool reunion, but it soon gives way 
to mortification as the lights that illuminate the fountain at night 
suddenly come on, illuminating the boy as he commits public urination, 
Timmy freezing like a deer in the headlights, unable to stop the flow 
even if he wanted to.

To make matters worse, a crowd of the townspeople are approaching the 
town square, including the Mayor and Tootie, the former clutching Chompy 
the Goat for support at the sight of the town fountain being desecrated, 
the latter with a wide, braces gleaming grin as she captures her crush's 
humiliation on her digital camcorder.

"The boy continues peeing for what seems like hours as a not 
insignificant fraction of the town's population stares in disbelief as 
the fountain's crystal clear waters gain a slight yellow tint.

As the sound of Timmy's tinkle torrent trickles to a halt, the Mayor is 
the first to speak up, crying in outrage, "Police, apprehend that boy!" 
and before he can react, Timmy is being dragged towards the town pillory 
by two burly police officers as Tootie continues recording.

As Timmy's arms and head are locked into place, his bare butt sticking 
out for all to see as he's forced to bend at the waist, Tootie walks up 
to the boy and declares, "Wow, I got better footage than I expected!" 
before giving him a kiss and running off, leaving him to his fate as the 
gathered townspeople proceed to laugh at and pelt the disgraced, but 
mercifully no longer desperate boy for his indecent act.