Tommy's Playground Day w/ Mitchell

The summer sun blazed overhead as Tommy and Mitchell arrived at the empty playground. Mitchell, a grown man trapped in a two-year-old’s mind, was thrilled to skip his boring field trip and spend the day with his young friend.

“We’re gonna play the freeze game!” Tommy shouted, his energy bouncing off the playground equipment. His eyes were super serious, filled with the kind of intense concentration only a child can muster. “I’m gonna make the coolest pose, and you have to copy me exactly!”

Tommy twisted his body into the weirdest shape ever. One leg up, arm twisted behind his back, tongue sticking out to the left side. As he struck the pose, he let out a loud, rumbling grunt. A small fart escaped, loud and proud, right in Mitchell’s face.

Mitchell didn’t even flinch. Instead, he burst into laughter, then carefully copied exactly what Tommy did. He didn’t move. Not even a little bit. Tommy watched in amazement. Mitchell was gonna stay just like that for twenty whole minutes!

The excitement was too much for Mitchell. In his pure, childlike joy, he couldn’t help himself. Warm and wet, his pampers filled up as he stood frozen in Tommy’s crazy pose. Another fart escaped from Tommy, this time even louder, right into Mitchell’s face. But Mitchell didn’t care. They were alone, and he was having the time of his life.

“You’re doing it!” Tommy giggled, his face red from the effort of holding his ridiculous pose and from the sheer joy of his bodily functions. “You’re the best at freezing ever!”

When the twenty minutes were done, Mitchell smiled. His pampers were full, his face was covered in the remnants of Tommy’s gassy display, but he had never been happier. “Your turn to play!” he said, feeling comfortable and completely uninhibited.

Tommy ran wild on the playground. Slides, swings, climbing things - Mitchell watched and laughed. Sometimes being a two-year-old in a grown-up body was the most fun thing ever! The empty playground was their world, filled with nothing but pure, unfiltered joy and the occasional grunt and fart.