Eeeak here I am, staying at Mickey’s again, and I am going on 6-years-old, they must like leaving me with Mickey Mouse.I knew what I wanted to do, but I would be being placed down for a nap. Usually, Mickey would change me before placing me down.Mickey’s house was three floors total, but I would be on the second. Mickey had three bathrooms. First floor; second floor; third floor. They all worked.
“So Fievel, you are here again, any idea what you care to do after nappy-tyme?”
Asked Mickey. I shrugged, and then said.“I don’t know, I wouldn’t mind a swim, I guess.”I said.“Well, please don’t mess things up… NOT LIKE LAST TIME!!!”
Mickey still wasn’t very happy that I poopied all over the second floor bathroom closet. Okay, not just unhappy, his anger was still quite alive.
“Hope up on the table young mouse, lets change those.”Said Mickey. I hopped myself up, and then laid on mah-back.
Mickey wasn’t gonna find it this time,, at least not fast. I was gonna sneak upstairs to the third floor, and go into maybe the broom closet. Mickey so rarely used anything on the third floor, that if I went into the guestroom, there would probably still be poop in the closet.
Mickey pulled the sticky tabs, and then pulled down the front of my diapie.
“Well, looks like you let a rosebud in here. “Mickey made an odd noise, and “Ewww.” cause I let a piece of poop in my diapie.
I peed them too, probably while playing earlier.
He wiped at me penis with wet wipes, also getting my anus. Mickey’s paw made me groan in orgasm, I couldn’t seem to hold onto it.
“Now now little one, looks like you like that a bit too much.”
Said Mickey, and then grabbed a new diapie. Gawds I wish Mickey would have just fooled with me for a while… is gentle touch made me so horny. He placed on my diapie, and then rubbed the sides of it. He didn’t do it in my crouch area… he was only being sure the tabs were firmly in place.
“Okay you naughty mouse, up to bed for your Nappy.”
Mickey tapped his one foot, waiting for me to get down. I got down onto the bathroom floor, and then headed out of the bathroom, to the stairs, and straight up… I didn’t even wait around to see if Mickey was checking to see if I went up there. I went into pretty much my room, and then in. I closed the door behind me… even though, I wanted to leave this room to go upstairs.
My crib was there from when I and that blue bunny use-ta play around. He had an affinity for liking to eat poop… and at times, liked puking. He loved it when I had way too much formula in my body… he’d eat it, when I’d spit it up.
I stared at the many poop stains, mostly mine, but a few belonged to other mice as well. I then went to my bed, and then laid down. By this point, because I had begged Mickey for it, I hadda bunk-bed in my room at Mickey’s.
“I am going to do this, one way or another.” I thought, as if to say it. But how or where upstairs? I only knew I wanted to do this up there, but where wasn’t a sure thing. Mickey sometimes sat at the top of the stairs, making sure I wouldn’t try to sneak from my room, so I would either have to wait for the pitter patter of his footsteps down the stairs, or find another place somehow.If I pooped in my closet, he would find that out today. No.
umption that when we die there is no afterlife, just obliteration and void and blackness. While I used to be scared at the idea of my soul dying, now I’m genuinely looking forward to it. If there’s no me, then there’s no me who has read this story. That sounds like the sweetest release of all.
No I had to find someplace Mickey wouldn’t think of at first.I went to my closet anyways, as I walked in. I slowly closed the door behind me, and managed to get it shut quietly.There was a panel on the far wall I remembered, but how this would help me, I didn’t know. I moved it, and then walked into the section between walls. I walked far one direction, to find, I was on the other side of the stairs. Where I was is, if you are in the hall, looking at the stairs… I was in the wall, just to the left of the stairs.Part of the edges of the stairs were showing from here, but how would this help? Nervously I walked fast and quiet to the other side, rather then working myself up the stairs yet. I wanted to see if I could hear anything of Mickey.“I’ll be up in a few hours, good job listening to me.”Mickey waited for me to reply. I yelled behind me, hoping to throw my voice well.“I can’t sleep with you talking to me. Love you though Uncle Mickey.”“He yelled back, “WHAT EVER!”
And then I heard the pitter patter of him going down the stairs. I hurried fast to get outa here, to use the regular steps… only when I got to that part of the closet, I kept going.“I might as well see what room I can sneak into this way.” I whispered to myself, as I hurried up the other side of the third floor steps. I moved fast, trying to find a room. It came out at a broom closet. This was the one, the ticket. This was the place I would poop, and lose a load of white stuff. I suddenly had a different idea, as I moved swiftly to the third floor bathroom.“Yeah, no one uses it.”
I said allowed. I went in, closed the door, and then pulled down my diapie. I went and sat on the toilet, even though I had planned to be naughty.
“What am I doing, there’s even Cobwebs in here.”I said, as not a single piece of poop hit the water. The sink knobs were out, and the bathtub had parts which didn’t appear to be in working order. The toilet appeared to be in good working order, but I didn’t just sneak through all of this, just to place my poopy where it belongs.
I lifted my butt, and then hovered it over the floor between the bathtub, and toilet. I let myself drop slightly, wedging myself between the toilet and the bathtub. I could feel the pain as my poop slid out, as I hadn’t actually wanted to start yet. It made a thud noise, as it hit the floor. That thud didn’t alarm me one bit, as it wasn’t all that hard.
I let out a whimpering moan, as I felt more inside of me. I had let out a 7 inch piece, still feeling rather full of poop yet.
It was now that I became aware of a full bladder. I grabbed at my penis, and then let out a long stream. I held a lot back, as I had made a slight buddle in the ugly orange carpet. Groaning in orgasm, I wanted to let out more. I moved myself to the other side of the potty, and then stuck my bottom between the sink and cabinet, and the toilet.(Please excuse the crudity as this is for example.)
I squeezed out another large piece, as I soon let out more of my bladder, once again making a puddle on the floor in front of me.My gut hurt, as I made more mess then the above example.Yes I know it’s sloppy, cut me slack, I am only going on 7-years-old.
I moved my bottom over again, to above the poop I pooped just moments before, and then pooped a new one. I pooped it nearly right overtop the first one, as I made the above puddle larger.Seeing my piss splashing, made me even more horny, as my buddy became erect for me. Grunting and groaning, I began masturbating my erect buddy. This would make more mess though eventually, as if I kept toying with my buddy, he would be excited enough to peepee that white stuff. Once I get started though, I usually can’t seem to stop, until I finish. I let some piss in the toilet, as I crawled over it, finding there actually wasn’t any water in it. I peed in it anyways, as I did the floor, hanging my feet on the toilet, and my arms on the sink. My legs spread wide, as I joyfully pissed on the floor. I pressed hard, as I moved up the sink far enough to poop it onto the floor. I reached up further, pulling myself up, and then somehow leaning my balls on the edge of the cabinet. I had my paws on either side of my hips, as I peed across the sink area, and then pooped on the floor some more, with my feet on the edge of the commode. I pulled up, grunting and groaning, as my tail was tingling… mah-body felt to wanna peak, as I grabbed my naughty member with my right paw. I began masturbating, as I still managed to piss slightly… grunting and groaning, while I misbehaved in Mickey’s none working bathroom. It of course by this point, wouldn’t take long to peak, as I done so soon after.“Ohhh Gawds Here It Cumms.”
I said aloud, as the first long spit was partly running down the sink… and into the drain. I spit a whole load of others, some long… some not so long… and some, just little droplets.Mah-body was hurting down there, as I spit harder and longer then I can recall… either that, or I just really orgasmed hard, and don’t actually remember. Out-of-breath, I quickly and carefully headed back the way I had come from. But then I went down the normal steps, and then to my room. I never locked my door, so getting back in was easy. I don’t hardly remember closing my eyes, as Mickey was waking me up.
“Dinner time you naughty mouse you.I know what you done upstairs, and Miles just sort of volunteered to clean it.”I stretched, as I placed this through my mind. Miles Tails Prower? Wait, is Mickey actually thinking what I think he’s thinking?
Miles Tails Prower, had that Raichu taking care of him for the longest time… and that larger mouse then I was having sex with that Orange Fox. Tails is 12-years-old too, an entire 6 years older then I, he’s twice my age.
Thinking parts, as I sat-up.“Sorry Uncle Mickey.”“I am not your uncle.”“I don’t care Mickey, I still like thinking of you that way.”
I said.“Oh well, go downstairs and eat.”I done so without complaint.(FIN!)