Tre needs to wee, chapter 2
They all got pretty bored, the manly picnic was not as great as it seemed. So they all went home to a home. One of their houses, I do not know, stop asking questions!
Tre still needed to wee, and they all decided after a decent amount of deep thought, that Tre would have to go to the...TOILET.
They all knew Tre was scared of the toilet, and he had a pretty strong bladder, and a brilliant technique of preventing flooding. This was: clench your bum cheeks til a member of your band picks you up and aids your pissing needs. And a fantastic method it is.
Well, Billie Joe and Mike discussed the process together, and after another few minutes of deep thought, they decided to...DO IT TOGETHER.
Yes, Tre was going to be helped by his fellow band members and he was going to enjoy his daily piss. Or shit. Or both.
"You get his head, and I'll take his teeth." Billie Joe said to Mike, who was sipping coffee. Tre handed him a doughnut too, but then his arm got weak and he decided that he couldn't be bothered, so ate the doughnut before it got to Mike.
So they did so, and it worked quite well actually. They all got to the toilet peacefully and made it a safe journey. Then Tre gently tugged at his panties, trying to get them off. But he could not, his bladder was threatening him and telling him not to, so he listened. So instead, Billie Joe took them off for him, and Tre achknowledged that. Tre's lower body was released from the burden of panties!
"Number one or number two?" Mike asked Tre.
"Huh?" Tre said, confused and surrounded by Mike's fluffy hair, previously blonde, but now brown.
"DO-YOU-NEED-TO-PISS-OR-SHIT?" Billie Joe spelt out for him.
"Oh...I see...ok, well...first of all, this morning, I had a bit of cake..so, that added to my shitting list...and then-"
"Ok he needs a shit." Billie Joe said to Mike, as Tre continued the list of things he had eaten.
Mike lifted Tre upon his shoulders, and dazzled by the sensous beauty of his hair, Billie Joe whispered gently in Mike's ear, "Put him down on the seat, brown haired boy."
"Ok." Mike said. And so he did...
Tre still needed to wee, and they all decided after a decent amount of deep thought, that Tre would have to go to the...TOILET.
They all knew Tre was scared of the toilet, and he had a pretty strong bladder, and a brilliant technique of preventing flooding. This was: clench your bum cheeks til a member of your band picks you up and aids your pissing needs. And a fantastic method it is.
Well, Billie Joe and Mike discussed the process together, and after another few minutes of deep thought, they decided to...DO IT TOGETHER.
Yes, Tre was going to be helped by his fellow band members and he was going to enjoy his daily piss. Or shit. Or both.
"You get his head, and I'll take his teeth." Billie Joe said to Mike, who was sipping coffee. Tre handed him a doughnut too, but then his arm got weak and he decided that he couldn't be bothered, so ate the doughnut before it got to Mike.
So they did so, and it worked quite well actually. They all got to the toilet peacefully and made it a safe journey. Then Tre gently tugged at his panties, trying to get them off. But he could not, his bladder was threatening him and telling him not to, so he listened. So instead, Billie Joe took them off for him, and Tre achknowledged that. Tre's lower body was released from the burden of panties!
"Number one or number two?" Mike asked Tre.
"Huh?" Tre said, confused and surrounded by Mike's fluffy hair, previously blonde, but now brown.
"DO-YOU-NEED-TO-PISS-OR-SHIT?" Billie Joe spelt out for him.
"Oh...I see...ok, well...first of all, this morning, I had a bit of cake..so, that added to my shitting list...and then-"
"Ok he needs a shit." Billie Joe said to Mike, as Tre continued the list of things he had eaten.
Mike lifted Tre upon his shoulders, and dazzled by the sensous beauty of his hair, Billie Joe whispered gently in Mike's ear, "Put him down on the seat, brown haired boy."
"Ok." Mike said. And so he did...
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