Almost every morning Amanda would wake up to a wet bed. There was nothing else to be done but get her little bear Bosse potty trained.

“Now watch me and I’ll show you how it’s done,” Amanda instructed Bosse. She sat on the toilet, holding Bosse so he could observe. Soon the stream began.

“See?” Amanda said, once the last of her trickle splashed into the bowl. “Now you try.”

Amanda helped Bosse to sit. “Careful you don’t fall in,” she warned. “Okay now, piss.”

Nothing happened.

“Come on, Bosse, you can do it. Piss. Pisspisspisspisspiss.”

Amanda could hear it. Bosse was pissing!

“Yay!” Amanda said. “Oh, Bosse, you’re doing it. You’re really doing it. Such a good bear!”

She lifted him into a hard hug. “Oh what a wonderful bear you are. Oh, I could kiss your little penis.” Without another word or thought, Amanda brought the little bear to her mouth and kissed him between his legs.

But the next morning the bed was wet again. Some of it was on Amanda’s tummy. She tested the moisture with her finger. With her tongue. “Oh, Bosse,” she said, “you’re growing up so fast. If you’re going to do that, you’re going to have to get it all in my cunny. Here, I’ll show you.”

She fitted Bosse between her legs and squeezed him and squeezed him and squeezed him. “Oh, you’re such a good little bear,” she gasped. “You are, you are, you are!”