As always, Little Timmy ventured outside, eager to explore the world beyond the confines of his bedroom. With childhood innocence in full bloom, Little Timmy set off towards the lush green garden – unaware of what awaited him there.
It seemed like nature itself had decided to accompany Little Timmy on his adventures today. Stepping over toys and garden tools, he wandered deeper into the garden.
With each step his excitement grew at the prospect of finding something interesting hidden among the clutter in the doll's house at the bottom of the garden. But suddenly Little Timmy realised he needed to take a really big poo. He ran back to the backdoor so he could use the toilet like any good little boy would, but to Little Timmy’s disappointment all of the doors were locked. Frustrated by the situation Little Timmy rushed around the garden franticly looking for a place to take a poo whilst clutching his little bottom tightly incase he made a mess in his new pants.
After running around like a headless chicken Little Timmy couldn’t wait any longer and had no choice but to take off his Oshkosh B’gosh dungarees and whip down his briefs. But before Little Timmy could even bend his knees, the huge log was working its way out of his hole, the squatting motion only made things worse for Little Timmy as the huge poo was forced to come out even faster fissuring his tight little sphincter making him huff and puff. But before Little Timmy could even think about what he was going to wipe his bottom with his mother opened the backdoor and realised what her son was doing.
Furious and fuelled by anger, Little Timmy's mother stormed down to the doll's house, yelling “wHaT tHe FuCk are you doing? Are you doing what I think you’re doing? You FILFY littLe Cunt!” She yanked him upwards onto wobbling legs, slamming his face into the massive shit her son had laid on the grass in the garden. His hands reached out to steady himself against the force of his mother's strength but failed miserably due to tremors emanating through his body. It was the first time ever being touched so roughly by the person he loved more than anything else. This made it all even worse for Little Timmy; knowing his mother was the person that must have locked the doors.
Tears streamed down his face as his mother scrubbed the poor boy's nose back and forth in his own excrement on the grass like he was a little dog that had just ruined her new carpets. This pasty streaks of Poo and grass stains covered his little face. Each sob enraged his mother even more, causing agony and shame in Little Timmy as his nostrils started swallowing the with faeces and could feel it working its way through his sinus’s and down his throat exciting his taste buds and his little penis. As his mother screamed and shouted at him like she was auditioning for a role on Eastenders. Little Timmy quivered convulsively while urinating through the first erection he had ever experienced.
Emotionally drained, Little Timmy succumbed to despair, feeling defeated and helpless in front of her power.
His heart pounded wildly inside his chest, threatening to burst free as it raced away in terror. His hard little penis twitched and cramped. In desperate need of comfort, Little Timmy turned around to crawl closer to his mother trying seeking solace at her feet only to find none. Instead, her hand swiftly descended upon his backside where the warmth of his faeces on the palm of her hand enraged his mother even more. “Filthy disgusting little cunt” she yelled as she wiped all of the mess on her palm over Little Timmys face... Shame filled his entire being, his face flushed crimson red, burning under the weight of her contemptuous stare.
The Mother screamed at Little Timmy “Now fuck off to bed… and don’t expect any dinner tonight”.
Little Timmy ran away crying out “Daddy, Mummy rubbed my nose in a big poo I did like you do to the dog”
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