Fairly Odd Parents Porn Story: A classic fairly odd parents story

Timmy Turner, just your average thirteen year-old teen. And being your average thirteen year-old boy he thought of one main thing, which I’m sure anyone can figure out. Sex. Of course, most people above thirteen think of it some, but thirteen is when the hormones are just starting to do their work in most people…which gives new thoughts to the mind of the person. In other words, thirteen year-olds have much less control of their…’emotions’ than older, more matured people. Now, with that out of the way we can move onto the story.

Timmy Turner is your average thirteen-year old teen; we’ve been through that. He is different than he used to be, so to speak. His pink hat, which he wore for so many years, was removed from his head some two years ago. He no longer wears a pink shirt; instead he usually wears a dark red one. Buckteeth, another of his trademarks, that he once had were gone as well. Dr. Bender is probably still rejoicing, even as we speak. His hair is the same messy, brown that it was and even in the same style. His pants and shoes were the same, merely bigger to fit his now much taller body. How tall you ask, over twice as tall as he used to be, only slightly taller than Trixie Tang.

Currently, we join Timmy as he sits boredly in his eighth-grade science class, staring off into space as his teacher talks on and on about remotely true facts of the universe no one is going to use in the real world. Can anyone here guess what he’s thinking about? …if you guessed ‘having sex with Trixie Tang’, you win. If you didn’t, you were probably close enough for partial credit. While Timmy was off in his own little perverted world, the teacher began asking the class questions.

“Mr. Turner, can you come up to the board and answer the question?” The teacher asked, snapping Timmy out of his arousing fantasy.

“Huh, what?” Timmy asked.

“Could you please come up to the board and answer the question.”

Timmy squirmed a little in his seat, and for a brief second his eyes flashed down to the bulge forming in the front of his pants.

“Uh…can I do it from my seat?” He asked.

“Mr. Turner, get up here right now or you’ll get a zero!” The teacher scolded.

“Um, well…I think I’ll take the zero.

There’s a lesson in there somewhere…but we’re not here for lessons. Later, Timmy is sitting at lunch with his friends, Chester and AJ. Chester hadn’t changed too much. He had braces now, instead of his retainer. He was taller of course, and had a different hairstyle, not much else had changed. AJ was only a larger version of his ten year-old self, with glasses after the eye-test in sixth grade. What are the three talking about? I think we can guess.

“That girl from my History Class is so fucking hot!” Chester said, making a rather suggestive face.

“The one with the brown hair and big tits?” Timmy asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, who always wears the tight shirts and short skirts?” AJ added.

“And too much make-up?”

“Yeah, she’s such a slut.” Chester said, going off into ‘his own little world’.

“Yeah, she is. So anyway…” AJ begins, but is cut off by Timmy.

“Oh shit!” Timmy said loudly, but not loud enough for any teachers to hear.

“What?”

“Hide me!”

Timmy ducks underneath the lunchroom table, and AJ looks at him questioningly. But then he looks up and notices why he hid. It was Timmy’s number one stalker and Vicky’s little sister, Tootie! If there’s anyone who’s peeping in on Timmy, it’s almost always Tootie. I say almost because Veronica has been known to watch him sometimes, but she retains her watching to in-school only. Neither Chester nor AJ was sure exactly how much Tootie watched Timmy, or what she’s seen. Timmy doesn’t say, and doesn’t seem to want to say…so AJ and Chester don’t press the subject too often…

“What the hell are you afraid of? She’s not going to come over here and try and rape you or something!” AJ said, glaring down at Timmy.

“Timmy, where are you? I want to go to where you are and try to rape you or something!” Tootie said in her shrill, annoying voice.

Some of you may think this is weird, no wonder…it’s not exactly normal. But, oh well. Dimmsdale Junior High had long since blocked everything Tootie said out of their minds, so no one seemed to notice what she said…even the teachers. Tootie was literally the same as she was three years ago…almost. She had the same pigtails, glasses, braces, clothes, and annoying voice. But, she had got taller and grown in some ‘other areas’ too, if you know what I mean…and despite her best efforts, and tennis ball-sized breasts, she was yet to get Timmy to do anything with her…including a polite conversation. Of course, with her old-style fifties school-uniform she concealed her body without even wanting to.

“I stand corrected. Be afraid, Timmy! Be very afraid!” AJ yelled into the air.

“Timmy, why don’t you just tell her off?” Chester asked.

“I do! She just says I don’t mean it, and I’m being shy.” Timmy said, still under the table.

“I know you don’t mean the awful things you say, Timmy! You’re just being shy!” Tootie yelled into the lunchroom, looking around for Timmy.

“See?”

Tootie looked around the lunchroom, and saw Chester and AJ sitting and talking to the floor. She trotted over to them, making the strange sound she always makes when she walks. She stops in front of them, standing very close to the table. Timmy watches closely from beneath the table, getting a rather good view inside of Tootie’s skirt in the process, and averting his eyes as quickly as possible…then realizing what he was doing, and looking again with a perverted grin. Take any chance you get, Timmy always says.

“Timmy’s friends! Where’s Timmy!?” Tootie practically yells in their faces.

“We have names, you worthless hoar.” Chester said, glaring daggers at Tootie.

“Timmy told you to say that, he’s so shy and sweet!”

“Uh, yeah…sure, let’s go with that.”

“Where is he? Is he making a present for me?”

“Hell no he’s not, he hates your guts.” AJ said dryly.

“And the rest of you too.” Chester added.

“He told you to say that too! We all know he loves me!”

“Sure…yep. He loves you, now why don’t you go tell him how much you love him?”

“Where is he?”

“Not under this table.”

“Dumbasses…” Timmy mutters from under the table.

“Darn, I’ll find him! He must be in the restroom; I’ll go wait outside until he comes out! Or maybe I won’t…” Tootie giggles to herself and bounds away.

“You two are complete idiots.” Timmy said, sitting back in his seat.

“Yeah, I know. But at least she bought it.” Chester said in a matter-o- factly sort of way.

“Why do you hate her so much? She would fuck you anytime you wanted.” AJ said, questioning his friend’s views.

“I prefer hot chicks, not ugly annoying bitches with cleavage problems.” Timmy explained.

“Yeah, but ugly annoying bit wit with cleavage problems is all you can get right now, Mr. Unpopular.” Chester said with a sinister smirk.

“Ahem…” Timmy said, suggesting something.

“Oh right, Veronica.”

“She so wants me…”

Meanwhile, Veronica was sitting with Trixie at the popular table. She, as well as Trixie, was unchanged. Same clothes, same hair, same popular attitude. The only difference? Bigger boobs of course! Why do you think Timmy is still so in love with Trixie? She has the biggest breasts in the whole school, and dresses in those skin-tight pink sweaters that left nothing to the imagination. Hmm…Some of you more perverted people may be asking ‘how big exactly?’…About the size of softballs, and she was only in eighth-grade so she had a lot of growing to do. Veronica still wore her cheerleading uniform, which was much better at concealing her enormous tits, but not much better. She had smaller boobs than Trixie, only slightly though.

“I so want him…” Veronica said to herself, watching Timmy from the other side of the lunchroom.

“Um…what are you talking about?” Trixie asked, raising an eyebrow to Veronica.

“Uh, nothing…”

After lunch, Timmy went to his most hated class of the daynglinglish. Why did he hate it? Trixie wasn’t in it. Veronica was in it. Trixie wasn’t in it. Tootie was in it. Trixie wasn’t in it. Chester and AJ weren’t in it. Did I mention that Trixie wasn’t in it? Well, she’s not. Veronica sat two seats behind Timmy, and Tootie sat to her right. Timmy could hear the two whispering to one another, which happened every so often. He knew what they were talking about, since there is only one thing those two speak of together, and that’s…

“Timmy is so hot.” Veronica said, leaning over to Tootie.

“I know, he has the best body I’ve ever seen!” Tootie said quietly, making sure no one besides Veronica heard.

“Really? I’ve never seen him naked.”

“Well, granted that he’s the only boy I’ve ever seen naked…he has to have the best body, since I’ve never seen anyone else.”

“Is it big?”

“Is what big?”

Veronica raised an eyebrow, and said…

“You know what I mean…”

Tootie looked confused for a moment, then it hit her…

“Oh…” She said, trailing off.

“Well?”

“Not now! Fantasizing…”

Tootie put on a dopey, seductive smile and her mind floated off into space. Veronica however, didn’t have anytime for this.

“Hey! Tell me!” Veronica whispered loudly, snapping her fingers in front of Tootie’s face. “Hello! Earth to Tootie! Come back to us!”

“Why? I’m so much happier here…” Tootie said slowly and mindlessly.

“Just tell me.”

“Oh, it’s big.”

“How big is big?”

“Giant, large, huge.”

“Any certain length?”

“I’m not too sure, but it’s way too big for his body size that’s for sure…”

“But, judging by his size it shouldn’t be any more than…”

“I know, I know. But I remember once, I was at the doctoroffioffice and overheard the results of his physical…”

“Overheard, or eavesdropped?”

“A little of both.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

“Anyway, the doctors said Timmy Turners ‘anatomy’ was nearly twice as large as it should be…”

“Twice as large!? Are you kidding!?”

“No, and this was only a few months ago.”

“How does he keep that thing hidden…?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t really believe it until I saw it for myself.”

“Was he…’ahem’…excited…when this took place?”

“You know how frisky Timmy is, of course he was!”

“I would pay to see that…”

Timmy, who was unaware of the conversation being had at his expense, sat quietly and looked at the board as he had in Science class…well, he was paying a little more attention than he was in science. It was going to be a long day…

“It was really a long day…” Timmy said to himself as he walked out of school.

Suddenly, Cosmo and Wanda, Timmys Fairy Godparents, appeared out of nowhere and floated in front of him. Obviously, they hadnt changed one bit over the years…at all. Oh well.

Really, Timmy? What happened? Cosmo asked.

Nothing! Thats why it was such a long day. Timmy mumbled, mostly to himself.

Oh, dont worry, sport. Its the weekend now, so youll have all the time in the world to have fun. Wanda told him, and Timmy smiled sinisterly.

Oh yeah…you know what that means. Timmy said, still smiling.

No, what? Cosmo asked.

All weekend to surf the web! Quick godparents, to the computer!

What are we going to do? Play a game?

Uh…sure…Were not going to be looking at porno if thats what you think.

Okay, good. For a second there I was afraid we would be.

Dont worry, Cosmo. You and Wanda can go into your fish bowl while Im on the web. And I dont want to be disturbed for quite a while…or all night.

Which is great, because we dont want to be disturbed all night, either. Wanda said in a very suggestive tone.

Oh oh, I call the top! Cosmo exclaimed, and Timmy just acted like he didnt hear anything.

Its going to be one fun weekend. Timmy said to himself, smiling.