Even with all he had released, Timmy's stomach was still a roving ocean of activity, maybe even more so than when he started. He pondered this while pushing around his brand new submarine below the murky depths. It was at this time his tumultuous tummy unleashed its stormy payload, a watery jet of diarrhea. It puffed around him like a brown cloud and expanded out like a mushroom cloud coloring the bath water. While normally this sort of activity, and all those prior, would be medically dangerous, it did not infect Timmy or his family at all, really it didn't hurt anyone. If you could stand the smell, if would do you no harm. For the few times they went out to public pools, Timmy's parents would be fine if he pooped a little in the pool. He always enjoyed the sensation of a couple turds floating in his swimming diaper while he bobbed around. Actually wearing a diaper into the pool was one of his favorite things to do, he loved the way the padding soaked up all the water.
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