Lil' Timmy "Chapter 1"

Lil' Timmy is like all of us. White, Anglo-Saxon in origin, Lil' Timmy was born to Upper Middle Class parents living in Suburbia, USA. His life is typical for any 11 year old boy. He's in 5th grade, makes high marks, and stands out in sports.......................................

One night, not so long ago (say that to yourself just like Bon Jovi does at the beginning of "Living on a Prayer"), Lil' Timmy was laying in bed. He has a hard time sleeping and tries to put himself to sleep by "running under the covers". Lil' Timmy lifts his blanket over his head and begins running. The static charge from his flannel pajamas brings a soundless lightning storm that only Lil' Timmy will see. After a few minutes of amazement, he stops and tries to fall asleep.

For some reason, Lil' Timmy can't muster any zzzzzzzzzzzzz'ssssss this evening. "Maybe I'll listen to some music on my iPod", he quietly thinks outloud. Finding a selection that suits him, he puts his earphones in and closes his eyes. Suddenly, a bright light hits Lil' Timmy's face. "Son, you need to put up the iPod and get some rest", his father says in a perturbed but not overly angry manner. "Your mother is trying to sleep and we can both hear you singing." "Sorry dad", says Timmy. His father closes the door and Timmy's room falls back into darkness.

Lil' Timmy, still restless, begins focusing on items laying around the room as his eyes readjust to the dark. He keeps the iPod rockin', but makes sure not to sing out loud again.

"WWWhhhermpppppppppp!!" "Ew-weee! That was stinky!", Lil' Timmy thinks to himself as he lifts the covers over his head to get the full effect. A few minutes pass and Lil' Timmy feels another poot coming on. He reaches his hand downward and cups it over his anus. "Feewwhherrmmpp". He poots again and like his hero, Terrell Owens, he reels it in. "Oh my God!! It's like someone put an invisible fish filet from Captain D's in my palm", Timmy thinks to himself and then quietly chuckles out loud.

Another poot, and Timmy repeats his last effort. This one is as powerful as the last, but Lil' Timmy is now growing tired of his new game, but unfortunately, sleep still evades him.

"I wonder what would happen if I put my finger in my butt and farted?", Timmy thought. Bending his knees and positioning himself much like a birthing mother, Timmy lowers his hand down to his anus once again. He slowly begins pushing his precious, little starfruit with his middle finger. "That feels wierd". Egging himself on, he applies a constantly growing pressure to his butthole until...........his finger slides in an inch short of his knuckle.

To find out what happens to Lil' Timmy and experience his growth with him, check back for updates. Subsequent chapters will be titled "Chapter 2a, 2b, 2c, etc".