Flynn was a big boy in every sense of the word. This year, the German-shepherd puppy stood at the towering height of 4’5”, no longer was the cookie jar on the counter nor Daddy’s nose safe from his grabby paws. A 1st grade genius, he knew his ABCs and 123s, he could name all the planets in the solar system and each step of the water cycle. He always said ‘please’ and ‘thank you,’, remembered to wash behind his ears, and made sure to eat all his vegetables…most of the time.
But most importantly, Flynn had long, long ago mastered the potty. So long in fact, that his ‘little’ tushy (Daddy sure thinks it’s ‘huge’) forgotten the feeling of his old baby padding. The only bottom wear to proudly grace his tan tuchus these days were all big boy briefs. Whether those undies stayed dry was another story. Though of course, it was never him who wet them, it was Tinkles.
During Flynn’s path to big boyhood, a particular episode of the cartoon “Growing up with Gregory Goldie” stuck with him. The cartoon was based around the budding golden retriever protagonist Gregory learning lessons of life and his own body. In that episode, his newly sentient bladder began talking to him, communicating every dire need to teach the importance of going to the potty right away. At first Gregory sometimes ignored his bladder, those toys were just too fun, and he ended up having an accident, making his mommy, and his bladder upset. But, near the end of the episode, Gregory learned to listen to his bladder and made it to the potty just in the nick of time! Everybody was happy, and the episode ended with the big boy retriever and his bladder becoming the best of friends.
That day Flynn decided he was gonna be best friends with his bladder to ensure he always made it to the potty on time. And so began his long, complicated, friendship with his bladder ‘Tinkles.’ Tinkles was named after the very action he seemed so eager to do so, so often. Quite literally starting from the moment Flynn wakes up most mornings, and this one was no different.
	Flynn! Flyyyyyynn!
Flynn shifted under the covers, all that heavy pressure from his bedtime chocolate milk brought him to the edge of stirring. But a little nose wiggle was all Tinkles got in response before those heavy sleep breaths resumed. Being so big is exhausting after all.
Beneath Flynn’s green dinosaur onesie, Tinkles pouted at the sleepy puppy. Flynn wake up! I’m so full! He added an extra kick to his urges.
	“Mmm…” Flynn whined, a scowl appearing on his black patched muzzle. A sharp pain just beneath his tummy rolled him over. His green eyes blinked open into a bothered squint, as if looking for where that mean feeling came from. “Ow!” He yipped, flinching from another kick. “Jeez Tinkles…” He grumbled before a yawn. 
	Flynn! I’m gonna blooooow! >////<
	“Aah!” Another pang sent his paws to his crotch. Oh, he’s really gotta go! “Ok, Ok!” Off flew the covers, to the floor jumped Flynn’s feet, and the pair were dashing to the bathroom. It was their morning ritual.
	Faster, faster!
	“I’m going as fast as I can!” Flynn flew through the hallway so fast he almost couldn’t stop! His footpaws went sliding past the bathroom doorframe, and promptly scrambled over themselves to dart right back and pop inside. “Oh no…” Flynn whined, dancing before the potty. His finnicky zipper always gave him trouble at the worst moments.
	Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!
	“I’m trying! Mmmph…” Flynn puffed his cheeks out, straining to help Tinkles while tugging on the zipper with all his might. And just when his knees started to shiver and he thoughy all hope was lost, that pesky zipper finally ziiiiiiiiiped down to his crotch. “I did it!”
	I’m gonna leeeeeeeeeak!
Flynn flinched, feeling Tinkles’ tight squeeze run up his spine. Oh no, his undies were still up! “Tinkles waaaaait!” He hopped like a knock-kneed kangaroo, working lightning fast to peel off his onesie and yank it to his knees, freeing his superhero undies to the world. Ooh, something’s flowing through his weenie! “Tinkleees!” A flip of his underwear, a thrust of his weenie forward, and—
	Peeeeeeeee! Ahhhh… =////=
	The bathroom filled with droning tinkles, music to both of their ears.
	“Ooooh!” Those ticklish shivers of relief made Flynn giggle with joy. “You almost tinkled in my undies again!”
	Yeah, that was close! ^w^
	Even with the precarious situations Tinkles put Flynn in nearly every day, it was hard to stay mad while having a good tinkle. And this was a really good one too, it went on for a long time and made Flynn feel all sparkly in his tummy. He and Tinkles were both smiling when it ended.
	Hehe, I feel a lot better now! Thanks Flynn! ^//w//^
“You’re welcome, Tinkles!” Flynn shook the final drops off his length with a wag in his tail. “That felt really good in my weenie too.” He flushed the potty, proud of his big boy success, and waddled over to the sink with his pajamas still around his legs.
And so was an average morning with Tinkles. Sometimes, his impatience could reeeeally put a twist in Flynn’s tail. One minute he and Flynn were both in harmony enjoying juice box after juice box, then the next minute Tinkles was screaming and kicking, seconds away from exploding. And so often in the middle of Flynn’s favorite cartoons or long car rides. Ugh.
But sometimes Tinkles’ impulsiveness could be fun. There was one time they both wanted to see how much lemonade he could hold, so Flynn drank until Tinkles was really full and zoomed to the bathroom. He barely got his pants down before sitting on the potty and letting Tinkles pretend he was a lemon by squeezing all his pee out as hard as he could.
So much juiceeeeeeeee! Tinkles rejoiced.
And Flynn giggled along with him, he had never seen so much pee come out of his weenie before. It was so much fun he didn’t even mind how drippy his undies were. But, he made Tinkles promise never to let it happen again. And…Tinkles has had a hard time keeping that promise. But it’s Ok, Flynn still likes him.
After washing his paws and brushing his teeth, Flynn redonned his onesie but kept the zipper open, he liked the cool morning air-conditioning on his belly fur. And, he liked to proudly display his undies’ waistband as a reminder that he’s no baby!
He sauntered into the kitchen with an empty Tinkles and an empty tummy. Tinkles often made him get up earlier than Mommy and Daddy, but he didn’t mind, the best cartoons always came on really early. “What do you wanna drink Tinkles?” Flynn asked, opening the refrigerator.
	I waaaaant…apple juice! ^w^
	Flynn gasped. “Me too!” He wagged his tail, so happy he and Tinkles like the same things. He made sure to grab two apple juice boxes, one for him and one for Tinkles. “Can you ask my tummy what he wants to eat?”
	Ummm…he doesn’t talk Flynn. O.o
	“Oh…do you think he’d like cookies?”
	Yeah! ^w^
	Flynn eyed the cookie jar with a growing toothy smile. Surely his parents won’t notice one missing…actually, make it two. One for him and one for his tummy.
	His big boy breakfast acquired, Flynn plopped himself onto the living room floor and turned on the TV. As a big boy, he had long graduated from the ‘baby cartoons’ like the one that introduced him to Tinkles. Now, he’s a mature connoisseur of hardened action-packed cartoons like Wonder Wulf! With his eyes glued to the screen, he quickly gobbled up his cookies and washed them down with his juice. Hehehe, Mommy and Daddy will never know!
	Flyyyyyynn, I want juice too! >O<
	Flynn popped the straw in his next juice. “Here you go Tinkles!” He sipped away, smiling at the feeling of juice pooling in his belly, it was all gonna go to his friend.
	Hehehe, I feel all jiggly! ^//w//^
	He let off the straw with an excited gasp. “You hear that Tinkles?” He whispered. Heavy steps approached through the hallway, it must be Daddy!
Yeah, let’s chomp him Flynn! 
Flynn finished off Tinkles’ juice and hopped to his feet, his gloved dino-claws readied in maiming position. He could feel Tinkles getting all fuzzy with excitement. “Raaaaaawr!”
	The older chubby shepherd rounded the corner into the living room and froze in his tracks. “Aaaaah t-rex!” He yelped, quivering in his boxers with fear.
	“Raaaa-ha-ha-hawr!” The mighty dino was so scary, he managed to back Daddy into a corner even with giggles in his roars!
	“Noooo!” Fueled by pure adrenaline, Daddy grabbed the dinosaur by his sides and picked him off the floor like he was a little cub. Through the dino’s open zipper Daddy found his one weakness—his tummy! “I hope this can scare him away!” Daddy pressed his maw right in the dino-puppy’s bellybutton and blew a raspberry.
	The dinosaur fell instantly. “Aaaaaaah!” Flynn screeched, flailing in Daddy’s arms. He loved play fights with Daddy, even if he almost always lost. Tinkles on the other paw, really didn’t like tickles.
	Noooooo, I’m gonna leak, I’m gonna leak! >//o//<
	Uh-oh. Flynn could feel that telltale numbness creeping across his crotch. “Daddy, Daddy, I’m gonna tink-he-he-le!” He cried out.
	“Oh no!” Daddy let off his brutal attacks with a chuckle. “I hope I didn’t make the little t-rex have accident.”
	“Hehe…he…heh…” Flynn shivered as those last laughs rolled out of him. The danger tingles in his weenie whooshed away just as quick as they came on. Jeez, Tinkles is always so nervous!
	I’m Ok now Flynn! ^w^
	“No Daddy, I’m Ok.” Flynn opened his onesie wider to show off the clean white fabric hugging his bulge. “See?” He beamed.
	“Good boy.” Daddy licked his cheek. “You hungry buddy?” He carried his puppy into the kitchen.
	“Ummm, a little bit.”
	“Only a little?” Daddy tilted his head, pulling a face both silly and inquisitive. “…You didn’t have any cookies, did you?”
	“Uh-uh.” Flynn shook his head.
	“You sure? I don’t hear any tummy growls in there…” Daddy brushed his fingers against Flynn’s bare belly, making both him and Tinkles jump.
	“Hee!”
	Aah! I almost squirted! >////<
	Flynn stuffed his paws in his onesie and pinched his weenie through his undies, juuuust incase Tinkles got a bit too nervous. “Yes Daddy, I promise.” He said, flashing his most innocent smile.
	“Hmmm, alright buddy. I’ll make us some eggs and bacon, get a juice box to hold you over till it’s ready.” He said, setting his dino-puppy back down with a pat on the bottom.
	Flynn’s tail wagged at the sound of bacon. “Ok!”
	Yaaaaaaayyy! Tinkles cheered as Flynn grabbed another apple juice box. They skittered back to the living room for some more cartoons together.
* * *
	“Raaaaaarw!”
	Get ‘em Flynn, get em!
	A hearty breakfast and a 4th helping of vitamin packed juice left Flynn bounding with energy. As any proper dino-puppy would, he used that energy to terrorize the birds that dare land in his backyard. “I’m gonna get you biiiiiiiirds!” Flynn dove onto his belly, sliding through the grass, but the bothersome doves flew away just before he could sic his claws on them. They always flew away, but it’s alright, ‘cause they sure learned their lesson!
	Owwie!
	“Mmph!” A stab from Tinkles made Flynn wince. He rolled on to his back and sat up. “Sorry Tinkles.” He said, cradling that tender section under his belly. Tinkles doesn’t like being squished.
	Can we go to the potty Flynn? 
	“Huh? But we’ve only been playing for a little while!”
	Pleeeeease Flynn? I’m really full… OnO
	“Aww, Ok…” Flynn climbed to his feet and stretched in the warm spring sun. “Oh.” He gasped, Tinkles felt so tight down below it made his toes scrunch. He sighed, maybe Tinkles is right…Ok! He’ll just be fast so they can go play again. “Pottyyyyyy!” Flynn called out as he dashed through the backdoor. It was a straight shot through the kitchen, into the hallway, past the livingroom, and a left turn into the bathr-
	Ooh. A sweet smell made Flynn freeze in the kitchen. Mommy was at the counter mixing stuff in a bowl, while something viscous bubbled away on the stove.
	Flynn?
	He walked over to Mommy’s side as if hypnotized, snuggling up under her arm. “Hey Flynnie.” Mommy rubbed his head. She chuckled, her dino-puppy gave a delayed reaction, too focused on the prey in sight.
Flynn!
	“Hi Mommy…whatcha making?” He asked, peering into the bowl. It was full of sandy looking powders and smelled of warm spices.
	“An apple pie for dinner tonight.”
	Flynn gasped, his tail nearly wagging his whole body. He loved apple pie! In fact, he loved it so much he couldn’t stop bouncing from foot to foot. “Can I help?!”
	Flyyyyyyynn!
	Mommy looked at Flynn with that sideways, raised eyebrow, ‘I know your secret’ grown-up smile. Flynn never liked it when she made that face. “Does someone have to go potty?”
	Yes! >////<
	“Noooo…” Flynn forced his legs to stop, but Tinkles’ sharp stings in his crotch gave his knees the slightest wiggle.
	“Hmmm…” Mommy looked him over with a suspicious squint, Flynn never liked that face either. “Alright sweetie you can help, but when you have to go potty, go right away.”
	“Ok!”
	Go noooooow!
	“And,” She kneeled down to zip up his onesie. “Keep your jammies zipped up, we don’t want anymore snifflies.” She said with a boop on Flynn’s nose that made him giggle. He was pretty sure Tinkles giggled too, given how jumpy he felt.
“Here,” Mommy got a jug of milk out of the refrigerator and set it on the countertop, which Flynn was proudly tall enough to see over. “This bowl of powdery stuff is gonna be our crust. All it needs is one cup of milk, and then mix it up until it’s nice and smooth. Can you do for me?”
“I can do it!”
“Thank you, sweetie.” Mommy planted a kiss on his cheek and went to tend to the pot on the stove.
	Alright! Now he has to do extra good to make Mommy really happy! Ooh, Tinkles sent a pang down his crotch that stabbed like a needle.
	Flynn?! We were gonna go potty!
	“Mmph…” Flynn grunted as he clenched. He’ll just mix the bowl really quick and then go potty. He rubbed that now sloshy space below his tummy as a promise to Tinkles. 
He grabbed a hold of the milk carton, all the pressures within Tinkles made him shift weight from foot to foot. He squinted at the measuring cup, but it was hard to see the scale marks while moving so much. “Tinkles…” He growled under his breath.
I can’t help it, I’m too full! >.<
Flynn crossed his legs and squeezed them tight to keep still. Problem solved! His tail wagged as he started to successfully pour the milk, but just seconds in, it was starting to hurt. All that creamy, splashy, free flowing liquid, just filling up the cup, mmf.
A-ah, it makes me wanna tinkle…
“Mmm…” Flynn let out a small whine, his shaking paws made the end of his pour sprinkle across the counter. Those pangs pushed really hard on his weenie.
“Everything Ok Flynnie?” Mommy peered over her shoulder.
Flynn flinched. “U-um…I spilled a little Mommy.”
“That’s Ok, you’re doing a great job sweetie.”
He smiled, that put a wag back in his tail. And all he has left is the easy part—mixing! Flynn tucked the bowl in his bent arm with his hips squirming, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stand still for it.
Flynn I can’t hold it!
“Please Tinkles!” Flynn whispered as his feet thumped the floor. Those sharp tingles in his crotch intensified, he’ll just have to stir faster.
Hurry, hurry!
Auuuugh, everything felt so tight! He stirred so vigorously some of the batter splattered on his onesie, but it was getting smoother. He’s gonna make Mommy happy!
Aaaah, I’m gonna leak!
“Tinkles, no!” He added a twist to his step. He could feel it! His weenie twitched, there was pee right about to come out!
It’s coming! 
“Nooooo!” He yelled out loud. A squirt of pee doused his undies before he could grab himself to stop it.
“Huh? Flynn?” Before Mommy could even turn around Flynn had already dropped the bowl back on the counter.
“Sorry Mommy, I gotta go tinkle!” He said as zipped out of the kitchen.
Mommy chuckled. “I knew you had to.”
Ow, ouchy! Nooooo, don’t run!
Running made Tinkles bounce and jiggle on each step, Flynn could feel more drops trying to sneak their way through. His sprint slowed into a rapid limp, which decayed further into an urgent walk, before he just stopped and let those urgent twinges leave his crotch. He let out a deep sigh, Tinkles was still really sore but at least he could stand still now. “Aww Tinkles, my undies!” He whined, kneading his crotch through his onesie. His briefs were warm and moist against his boy parts. It made his lip quiver, he pretty much just had an accident!
Sorry Flynn I couldn’t hold it…
Flynn took a breath, he couldn’t stay mad or sad at Tinkles. “It’s Ok…”
Are we gonna go to the potty now?
“Uh-huh!” Flynn nodded, absolutely sure he wanted to avoid another near miss…or a no miss.
Yaaaaay! …Flynn?
“You heard that Tinkles?” Flynn faced an upturned ear to the living room. The Wonder Wulf theme song was playing!
Flynn! The potty!
His feet were already turning towards the living room. “We gotta watch it!”
Flynn nooooo!
Flynn dashed out of the hallway and came in sliding on his knees right in front of the TV, his tail whipping behind him. He got there right after the theme song ended, just in time! Today’s episode was, ‘Wonder Wulf and the Dastardly Doctor Dolphin!’ Ooooh! This is gonna be a good one! Though Tinkles didn’t agree.
Flyyyyyynn, potty!
“Mrngh…” Flynn squeezed himself and wriggled in place. “We’ll go right after Wonder Wulf, I promise!”
But I have to tinkle now!
“Oooh.” He whined, hunching over in his plea. “It’ll be really quick, I promise, I promise!”
Hmmmmph… >////<
Flynn shivered as those urgent stabs gradually faded from his crotch. Phew, he rearranged himself into a more comfortable cross-legged sit. “Thanks Tinkles.” He said with a grateful rub.
In today’s episode, after years of being confined to the ocean, the Dastardly Dr. Dolphin hatched the evil plan to break the dam and flood the big city downstream. With new rivers filling every street, he’d finally be able to steal the one thing he’s always wanted—the entire supply of fish crackers!
“Everyone in the city’s gonna be soaked just so you can have a snack! How Fiendish!” Wonder Wulf chastised his aquatic adversary from the screen in his Wulf Den.
“Mwahaha! Don’t worry Wonder Wimp, you’ll find out firsthand how delightful it feels to be wet!”
“Never! My mighty tights are dry clean only!”
Flynn squirmed on his rump, he could feel those nervous stings arising from Tinkles. He gave him another rub, they’re halfway through the episode, he can do it!
Mmfh, Flynn? Are your undies dry clean only? >////<
“I dunno…” And Flynn wasn’t quite keen on finding out.
“Oh yes, all that water, soak, splash, flow! Ohohoho, I just can’t wait! My first swim past those pathetic wet citizens is gonna feel sooooo liberating!”
Flynn didn’t know what ‘liberating’ meant, but he felt that eager joy in Dr. Dolphin’s voice resonate deep within Tinkles. “Mmmm…” He whined, rocking side to side.
Wonder Wulf raced up the river to the dam with all his might. It was a tough trip, his cub sidekick Amazin’ Aussie was stuck in detention for accidentally punching a bully into space—but that meanie deserved it!—leaving Wonder Wulf to take on Dr. Dolphin’s shark grunts by himself. All the splashing, crashing, flowing, watery action had Flynn bouncing with excitement, he thought he might just explode! But in due time, Wonder Wulf made it to the dam without even getting his tights wet. And good thing, because the dynamite was seconds from going off!
Flynn, I can’t take it! 
“Ow!” A stab to his crotch made Flynn pop to his feet. “Wait, wait, it’s at the good part!” He padded in place while squeezing himself.
	“Mwahaha! You’ll never make it in time Wonder Wimp!” Dr Dolphin laughed from the upstream side as the dynamite’s timer ticked down from 3 seconds.
	“Oh no, it’s gonna burst!” Wonder Wulf flew several hundred feet up to the top of the dam as fast as he could, but it was too late. Flynn gasped, his whole body froze stiff as the timer on screen rang and the dynamite exploded. A fiery orange cloud swallowed up his hero instantly.
	I’m gonna pop!
	“Wait, wait!” Suspense kept him trapped in that cross-legged pose. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t even tremble against Tinkles’ kicks. Not even as he felt a drop of pee stinging the tip of his weenie.
	“Huh?!” As the smoke cleared, Dr. Dolphin looked around in disbelief, the dam was still standing! “Why is everything still dry?!”
“Hrrrrnnng!” Just below where the dynamite exploded, Wonder Wulf pushed against the growing crack in the dam with all his might.
“He saved it! Mmph…” Flynn’s wagging tail contrasted his throbbing inner muscles. His feet resumed their urgent march.
Only for now!
The crack continued bowing further forward under the massive pressure of all that water, Wonder Wulf’s strength was at its limit. “Mwahaha, yes, yes!” Cackled Dr. Dolphin. “Just let it go Wonder Wimp, you’re as good as soaked!”
Mmmf, ‘soaked!’ >////<
“Aah…” Flynn hunched forward, shoving as much weight on his crotch as he could. His weenie was getting to that scary numb point again. But the episode was almost over! “Tinkles, pleeease!”
“I…c-can’t hold it!” Wonder Wulf strained just as the dam was on the brink of bursting.
I can’t either, aaaaaaah!
Flynn gasped. Tinkles hit him with a sudden hard pang that made him drop to his knees. His weenie gave a quick shudder in his undies before a stream started to spurt away. “Aaaaa, no, no!” He grabbed himself, squeezing his boyhood tight and cutting off the stream just as his briefs grew damp enough to squish. “Ow, ow, ow, ow!” He whined, rolling and twisting on the floor. The pressure was so bad, it felt like he was gonna explode! “Tinkles!” He cried out, tears forming in his eyes.
I told yooooooooou!
“Yes you can Wonder Wulf!” Flynn still found the headspace to look up at the sound of that familiar voice. On the screen Amazin’ Aussie flew into view, rushing right next to Wonder Wulf and helping push against the bursting dam.
“Aussie? But how did you get out of detention?!”
“I told the principal I was going to the bathroom!”
“That’s not very hero like! But good golly, am I happy to see you!”
“No! Nooooooo!” Dr. Dolphin wailed as the pair managed to push the dam’s walls back into place.
“Tinkles Look!” That wag came back to Flynn’s tail, and his bursting loins seemed to fade into the background. “Amazin’ Aussie’s only in 4th grade and he’s super strong! Do you think I could be a superhero when I’m in 4th grade?”
I can’t feel my anything…@_@
The head of police Lieutenant Chow-Chow and her forces arrived in their helicopters to arrest that Dastardly Doctor once and for all! …Though unfortunately, there weren’t many places to land in water, and dolphins are villainously fast within their natural habitats. The Dastardly Doctor Dolphin managed to escape once again. But, Lieutenant Chow-Chow also brought along the city’s best construction workers—a booming industry when villains blow things up weekly—who quickly rappelled down to begin patching up the crack. Another day saved.
Amazin’ Aussie breathed a sigh of relief. “Phew, that was a close one Wonder Wulf!” 
“You can say that again! I almost soaked my mighty tights!”
Flynn’s fretted while the pair on screen shared a laugh. His tighty-whities were soaked, and certainly no longer mighty. “Tinkles, you made my undies feel all drippy…” He whimpered, bordering tears. The shameful feeling of pee licking his thighs hurt even more than Tinkles’ kicks.
I told you I was full… ;n;
“Um Wonder Wulf, how long do we have to stay here?” A suddenly nervous and blushing Amazin’ Aussie asked. The pair would have to hold the walls until the crack was repaired.
“Well, concrete can take up to 2 days to dry. Sounds like a certain mighty sidekick hasn’t been paying attention in class…”
“2 days?! B-but, I-I actually really do have to go to the bathroom!” He said, his legs twisting in the air.
Wonder Wulf laughed and gave his sidekick’s head a sympathetic pat. “Heroes must always be on call to help their citizens, even with wet tights!”
“B-but they’re dry clean only!” 
As the credits started, a sharp twinge made Flynn press his thighs together. Neither he nor Tinkles liked that ‘cliffhanger.’ “Oooowww…” He slipped a paw to pinch his weenie as rose from the floor. Everything felt so tight, he couldn’t even stand up straight. “Tinkles, why are you being so mean?” He pouted down at his bladder.
You waited too long, and the tinkles are all sloshy now! >////<
“Hmmmph…” Flynn groaned, crossing his legs and squeezing as tight as he could. Tinkles made his weenie feel all numb and spikey. Just when he was ready to go to the potty, he couldn’t even move! “T-Tinkles, pleeeeease!”
I’m trying to stop it! Hnnnnng!
Flynn yipped, that pressure in his crotch hit a fiery peak for a split second before it crashed over like an ornery wave, all that tension shivering through his little body. He unfurled his legs with a racing heart, his groin was too numb to tell if the moisture in his undies was fresh. Though looking down at his onesie, he was grateful to see it was still a dry t-rex green. “You did it Tinkles!” He got a couple wags out of his tail before his knees slammed together. “Augh, Tinkles?!”
Go potty, go potty, go potty, go po-
“O-Ok, Ok, I pr-promise!” Rapid fire stabs made him sway and bounce. 
You promised last time! >////<
“I s-super promise!” So eager to fulfill that promise, Flynn nearly fell over himself trying to step out of his potty dance. A quick squeeze of his crotch, his feet regained traction and the pair found themselves speeding through the halls once again. Each step battered poor Tinkles, but Flynn bared through it like the tough big boy he is. He made a super promise, and he’s gonna keep it!
He ran past the big flowerpot, past the closet he hides in to scare his parents, past Daddy and barely avoiding his dino grabbing paws. “No tickle, I’ll tinkle!”
“Groooss, t-rex pee!” Daddy remarked, stepping back to let his dino-puppy skitter free.
Past the lamp, past the vacuum cleaner Flynn totally isn’t afraid of anymore, the bathroom door was in sight! They’re gonna make it!
Yaaaaaaay, I’m gonna make juice! ^w^
Flynn felt that impatient twitch of pee in his weenie. “Not yet Tinkles!” He sent his other paw to his crotch.
“Flynn!”
Flynn stopped—er, potty danced—in his tracks at the sound of Mommy’s voice. Even Tinkles knew to despair that authoritative tone. “Yes Mommy?”
“You left your toys in the backyard again!”
Oops. “I’m coming Mommy!”
Flynn, noooooooo! >M<
“I have to Tinkles!” His run back to the kitchen took more subdued, tighter steps that barely opened his thighs. He could feel Tinkles pouting through the pangs. “I’ll go straight to the potty after, I super-duper promise!”
Hmmmmmph!
Flynn came quick-shuffling through the kitchen, taking no time to enjoy the exquisite scent of the pie in the oven, and nearly flying past Mommy unnoticed. “Flynn?”
“Sorry-I-left-the-backyard-messy-Mommy!” He spouted in a jumbled mess just as he left through the backdoor. He spotted his brightly colored Wonder Wulf and Amazin’ Aussie figures sticking out in the plain green of the grass. Knowing he left his favorite heroes out on the ground left him almost as appalled as Mommy probably was. He rushed over and squatted down for their prompt rescue.
Aaaaaaahhhh!
“Ho-oh!” A compressed Tinkles exerted a pressure so great and so sudden, Flynn was helpless but to gasp from the deepest parts of his lungs. All that compressed pee sprang him straight back up. “Tinkles, Tinkles!” With each paw holding one of his heroes, Flynn was frozen with his knees bent and thighs squeezing his weenie for dear life.
I don’t like being squiiiiiiiiiiished! >M<
“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh,” Everything below his waist was on fire, even his legs could feel the edges of Tinkles’ roaring blaze. His weenie was beyond that risky point of urgent numbness, but he could still make out the subtle tickles of drops running from his tip. He has to move, he has to make it!
“Sorry!” Flynn said to his Amazin’ Aussie figure before shoving it into his maw and clamping his weenie tip with his newly freed paw. And then, he ran. He ran like the life of his favorite pajamas depended on it.
Aaaaaaaah I’m gonna pop! 
“You still have to go potty?” Mommy chuckled watching Flynn’s hunched sprint through the kitchen.
He never went! >_<
	“Y-yuth!” He answered with burning ears. How can she always tell?!
	Past the living room, past the big flowerpot, past the closet he hides in to scare his parents, past Daddy who was walking to the master bedroom with two cookies. “Oh no, the t-rex got a victim!” Daddy muffled with a maw full of oatmeal raisin.
	It hurt, it hurt a lot. Tinkles was already upset with Flynn and being thrashed about on multiple runs had him searing, literally. But in the midst of his turmoil, Flynn realized how this is kinda like what Wonder Wulf does every day, bravely flying at breakneck speeds to the next emergency! Except he probably flies for real to the potty.
Past the lamp, past the vacuum cleaner, Flynn raised the Wonder Wulf figure above his head and let his hero’s cape flutter in the breeze. He smiled, the bathroom door was in sight, they’re gonna make it! Just like how Wonder Wulf always makes it! But…hmmm…he made the last second decision to run past the bathroom.
Flyyyyyynn the potty!
“I hafta tuh puh Wumber Wulb away!” Flynn mumbled through Amazin’ Aussie as he instead turned into his room. Afterall, he can’t just tinkle in front of his heroes! He paused, potty-dancing in place before his bookshelf, which was really more of a toy shelf. Flynn liked to put his Wonder Wulf figures on the very top where he could always see them, and where they could serve as his guardians against the night monsters. And now he’s finally big enough of a boy to put them up there without Daddy’s help…just barely.
Hurrrrrrryyyy!
Flynn looked to the top of the shelf with determination, his tail wagging out behind him. “Hrrrrng!” He strained to stop his urgent dances. His insides felt suffocatingly tight and fragile, as if Tinkles was sucking in his belly to balance on the head of a pin. But Flynn was in the zone, he was completing the absolute last mission before closing another successful episode, nothing could shake him now.
He retrieved Amazin’ Aussie from his mouth—sorry—and rose on his absolute tippy toes to place his heroes on the top shelf. He reached upwards with all his might, straining his limbs, his tummy muscles squeezing…and that’s when Tinkles slipped off the pin.
A-ah, I’m tinkling…
Flynn went wide eyed. The furious crescendo of numbness and fire hit his crotch again, it made him stumble back onto his heels. And just as quick as all that unbearable tension descended on his weenie, it burst right out into his briefs.
“Tinkles noooo!” Flynn let his heroes fall out his paws to promptly grab himself. The bright green fabric covering his crotch quickly grew dark, fresh urine rained through his fingers as he squeezed down. The inside of his briefs felt like a hot bath, while his groin burned with the demand to release more. 
Owwie! Flynn pleaseeeeee!
“Hrrrnnng…p-potty!” He couldn’t risk any distractions this time, he could barely even risk moving. He limped out of his room, every step flashing through his entire body like lightening. His tired inner muscles quivered against Tinkles kicks, the only thing keeping him from releasing a river in his undies was a firm clamp on his poor weenie. But it was a lost cause, he felt those trickles crawling down from his steaming briefs, the accident already happened. 
Yet, he grit his teeth against the sobs in his throat and soldiered on. Big boys like him just don’t cry and give up. Wonder Wulf certainly never gives up, not even that one time the evil therapist hit him with a capitulation ray! Even as Flynn’s footpaws left wet prints on the floor, he felt a sense of pride when he finally entered the bathroom.
His tail wagged as he hobbled up to the potty, so excited to make it up to Tinkles and make his weenie feel really good. He gave his zipper a hearty tug…it was stuck. “No!” Hard tugs turned to desperate yanks as Flynn found himself hopping in place again.
Aaaaaaah, I’m gonna pop for real! ≥////≤
“Ah, ah, ah…” That urgent blaze ravaged his crotch and throbbed in his ears. He couldn’t feel anything below his waist but the new pee streams going down his legs. “Tinkles, Tinkles, wait!” He sobbed.
I caaaaaaan’t! I can’t hold it anymoreeeeeeee!
“No, no…n-no…” Flynn pulled the zipper as hard as he could, but the stubborn piece popped right out of his paw fingers just as he felt a ‘pop’ under his tummy. “Mmmm…” Flynn let out a final, tired wheeze as his accident began to hiss away. 
	Peeeeeeeee! Ahhhh… =////=
Hot liquid quickly filled the space of his underwear and sent endless streams cascading down his legs. His weary insides had no more fight left to impede Tinkles’ raging river, it surged through his most intimate parts with an intensity that made his knees shiver. An overwhelming sense of pleasure bloomed in his crotch and snaked up his tummy, his puppy length couldn’t stop twitching in his drowned undies. 
All those weird, good feelings were further confused by the heat engulfing his lower body. His formerly green onesie legs ran completely dark with steamy pee. All those hot liquids soaked into his fur and made his onesie latch onto him like the world’s sweatiest hug. His length and tender scrotum bathed in all that warm boy-juice that just kept coming and coming. “A-ah…” Ooh, it just felt so funny, the strange kinda ‘funny’ that made his hips sway and his toes wiggle. The kinda ‘funny’ that was just so ‘funny’ it made his tears stop and his eyes go dreamy. 
Hehehehe, it feels really good! ^////^
Flynn squeezed his drizzling crotch, wanting to peel his clammy underwear off his privates, but he found himself softly whining. His weenie felt ultra-sensitive all of a sudden, almost like that feeling when Daddy tickles his tummy but lower, and it rang all throughout his crotch. As those final last tinkles left his weenie, he gently kneaded his bulge, something to distract him from the disaster that just happened. “Hooh…” Just a little touch made his fur stand and his tail erect. Firmer touches had him jumpy, dislodging more droplets from his soaked pajamas. Ah, he swore his weenie felt less squishy than it was before. He kept squeezing it, testing those different tingly feelings, and started to feel a different kind of throb reach his ears.
I’m done Flynn, I feel better now! ^////^ Oh…uh-oh, are we gonna get in trouble now?
Flynn paused his exploration. Looking down, the bottom half of his onesie had completely changed color, he couldn’t imagine the horrible state his briefs must be in right now. And he was marooned in a puddle that stretched halfway across the bathroom floor…all while just inches away from the potty that he had supposedly mastered years ago. He sniffled. “Y-yes…”
* * *
“Tinkles?” Flynn looked down towards his bladder. The generous bubbles of his bath blocked everything below his chest from view.
Yeah?
“Sorry I waited so long to go potty again…” He mumbled. For a little while after his accident, Tinkles emitted a low, numb ache just below his belly. Tinkles doesn’t like being stretched so full when it’s not on purpose.
I wish you kept your promises Flynn.
“Me too, you were right when you said to go earlier.” 
	I told you it hurt, but you didn’t listen to me. I thought we were friends…
	That made Flynn frown. Today he had an accident in his favorite pajamas, disappointed his parents, and he hurt a friend too. Some big boy he is…oh, this feels familiar. “Tinkles, do you remember the show ‘Growing up with Gregory Goldie?’”
	Ummmm, yeah.
	“This is kinda like that episode when Gregory had an accident!”
	He didn’t listen to his bladder either…
	“Oh, yeah…but,” Flynn’s ears perked right back. “He promised to listen next time, and he did! And he made to the potty like a big boy, and they were friends again!”
	Yeah…
	“That’s gonna be me Tinkles, I promise!”
	You promised a bunch today too.
	“…I know, I’m sorry Tinkles. Gregory hurt his friend too, I think all big boys do sometimes.”
	Hmmmfh…
	“I’ll try not to do it again, but if I do, I promise to try really hard to listen to you next time! And if I don’t, I’ll…eat aspra…aspera…asprega…
	Asparagus?
	“Yeah, that one! It’s really yucky but I’ll eat for you if I’m a bad friend again.”
	Hehehe, asparagus makes my tinkles smell nice! ^w^
	“So…can we be friends again Tinkles?” There was a shy, hopeful tint in his voice.
	Uh-huh! I forgive you Flynn, just like Gregory! ^w^
	“Yaaaaay!” Flynn gave his lower tummy a celebratory rub, the closest thing he could give his bladder to a hug. “What do you wanna do after my bath Tinkles?”
	Ummm…can we have more apple juice? OwO
	“Sure!” Flynn’s tail swished under water behind him, so happy he and Tinkles like the same things.