Daniel Tiger Potty-training Book Novels & Stories

“How often sh​ou‌ld we bathe them?” “I don’t kno​w, Daniel.​”​ He​ lo‍oked frustrated. “But the book—” “T​he book isn’t g‍o​ing to ra‍ise our ch​ildren for us‌.” He stared at me, and t‌he‍n a sm⁠all smile app‌eare​d on his face. “You’re right.” ‌ “I usually​ am.” “I w‍ou‌l⁠dn’t go that far‍.”

"We went to the bathroom. Dan sat on the toilet and asked me to straddle his thighs. I positioned my pussy just above his flaccid cock, spread my pussy lips, and let go. A golden spurt shot out and splashed against his stomach. I readjusted my aim. A second spurt landed right on his cock. I saw it jump. Then I opened up. A steady spray drenched his cock, balls and pubes, dripping into the toilet below. He slowly grew bigger until his shaft poked up from between his thighs like a flagpole. "I finished peeing. Dan slipped a hand between my legs and rubbed my pussy to clean it. He sucked them into his mouth, savoring the taste of my pee. I knew what was coming next and closed my eyes. "Daddy wa

Every time Daniel told himself it would be the last, Lily would text him something filthy or show up in another short dress, and his resolve would crumble. One Thursday afternoon at his studio, things got particularly intense. Lily had been on her knees for twenty minutes, learning. Daniel’s hand was placed gently in her hair as she struggled to take more of his thick cock down her throat. “Relax your throat, baby,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Breathe through your nose. That’s it… good girl.” Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she pushed forward until her nose brushed his pelvis. Daniel groaned deeply, holding her there for a few seconds before letting her up for air. Spit

Back then, he was just a scrawny boy covered in bruises. Even though he was only 12 years old, he was forced to peddle hot dogs outside the school gates by his adoptive father, Melvin Cohen. Each hot dog sold for three dollars, and if he didn't make 300 dollars a day, he'd be viciously beaten in the street.

The loud metal clang echoed through the room. "Hey! Let go of me!" Daniel yelled, struggling against my grip. "You think you’re smart, don't you?" I whispered right into his face, my dark eyes locked onto his panicked ones. "You took Iris’s money. You helped her leak the playbook to get my spot. And you’re taking illegal pills from your trainer to stay fast on the ice." Daniel froze. All the color drained straight out of his face. "You... you don't know what you’re talking about."

He smelled of arousal, and all of a sudden, handsome Daniel could tell. “Sure, why not. Why not watch how badly I did, huh?” Daniel walked back to the buckets, trying to ignore the burning shame. “‘Look at me, I used to be the school loser and now I’ve got a Jag’,” he muttered and dipped the large sponge in the soapy water. Jack sighed. “You must really hate it, don’t you?”

This is so embarrassing! "I n...ee..d t..o pe..e." He stuttered, "It happens when I want to pee." "I am not a Kid Daniel." She smirked moving closer to him, "Don't get all turned because of me." Her lips were on his ear now, "I wouldn't look your way." She left the rest room leaving Daniel stunned. It took a while for Daniel's little friend to get settled down there. He went back to their tables with his face all red and embarrassment written all over his features.

I wanted to provide Daniel with a stable environment to grow up in. One Friday afternoon, I took Daniel to the town library. He picked up a children's picture book, flipping through it with a smile. I gently urged him, "Daniel, don't read for too long today. When we get home, you need to rest. Mommy has some work to do." Daniel nodded and reluctantly put down the book, still excitedly saying, "Mommy, I learned so many new things today! Can we come back next time?" I smiled and stroked his head. "Sure, we'll come back more often when you're out of school."

“I want to hear exactly what you wrote.” Daniel let out a low whistle. “Damn. You’re into voyeurism now?” “Read, Daniel.” The command, low and unyielding, went straight to his cock. He flipped the book open, skimming the messy handwriting. His smirk slipped. “Fine,” he muttered. “Entry one. Monday night. P**n. Two guys going at it, rough, spit everywhere. Got off in like five minutes.” He glanced up. “Happy?” “Keep going.” Daniel swallowed. “Entry two. Tuesday. Tried to watch something softer. Kissing, slow grinding. Got hard, but halfway through… nothing. Dick just died.” His throat tightened. “Had to switch back to rough stuff to finish.”

“This seems unnecessary.” I laugh. “He likes you.” “He doesn’t know me.” “That has never stopped anyone before.” The puppy tries again. Daniel shifts his leg just enough to avoid being climbed, but he doesn’t move away completely. “I don’t think it understands boundaries,” he says. “It doesn’t,” I reply. “That’s part of the charm.” “That’s not charming.” “You’re just not used to things that don’t listen to you.” He glances at me. “That’s not true.”