Edward's Playful Antics

Edward found himself on the floor, surrounded by a colorful array of toddler toys, ready to spend the afternoon with Mitchell. Mitchell, a two-year-old in an adult's body, was happily engaged in his own world, crawling around in his shirt, shorts, and Pampers, with a pacifier securely in his mouth.

Edward, adopting a playful yet slightly passive-aggressive demeanor, decided to dive into the toddler games with Mitchell. He exaggerated his movements, crawling alongside Mitchell and making silly faces, trying to match the carefree spirit of a toddler. However, there was a hint of mischief in Edward's actions, as he seemed to relish the opportunity to play in a way that was even more babyish than Mitchell was accustomed to.

As they played, Edward suddenly reached over and, with a playful yet rough tug, pulled off Mitchell's shorts. "Let's let those Pampers breathe, Mitchell!" he exclaimed with a grin. Mitchell, momentarily surprised, giggled at the unexpected action, his pacifier bobbing as he laughed.

During their playful wrestling, Edward accidentally let out a grunt followed by a fart, right in Mitchell's face. Both of them burst into laughter, with Mitchell finding the unexpected noise hilarious, his giggles filling the room.

A few minutes later, as they continued their antics, Edward grunted again, this time moaning slightly as he accidentally pushed another fart into Mitchell's face. Mitchell's laughter only intensified, his amusement at Edward's antics evident in his joyful expression.

As the afternoon wore on, Mitchell's energy began to wane. Unable to hold it any longer, he pooped his Pampers, a natural part of the day's playful chaos. Sensing that it was time to wind down, Edward gently laid Mitchell down for his nap.

Edward handed Mitchell a warm bottle of milk, watching as Mitchell sucked on it contentedly. As Mitchell drifted off to sleep, Edward smiled at the peaceful scene, cherishing the simple joys and playful moments they had shared that afternoon.

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