Tutoring Session

The house settled into an unusual quiet, broken only by the sounds of an unconventional learning experience. Mitchell sat in just his shirt and pampers, his shorts discarded earlier by his tutor's specific instruction.

A preschool book lay spread on the floor, its pages waiting to become an unexpected canvas. Mitchell was positioned directly on top of the book, his tutor's voice low and deliberate. "Fart," he instructed.

Mitchell's face scrunched with concentration. A deep breath. A push. A loud, sharp fart erupted—unmistakable and powerful. His pampers ballooned, filling with a substantial load. The mess spread inside, warm and heavy.

"Scoot," the tutor commanded.

Mitchell moved back and forth across the book, each movement causing the load in his pampers to shift and spread. The book beneath him became a testament to this bizarre tutoring session—pages now marked with the evidence of Mitchell's "lesson".

Gerber appeared. First, the jar was opened. The tutor poured it deliberately over Mitchell's head. Sticky. Messy. Orange-yellow streams ran down his face, into his shirt. Then, with calculated movements, he smeared the remaining Gerber across the back of Mitchell's already loaded pampers.

The potty stood nearby, a silent witness to the scene. Mitchell was guided to hug it, his body pressed close. Another push. Another load released into his pampers, performed in front of the unused toilet—a strange, intimate moment of forced vulnerability.

Finally, Mitchell was put to sleep. His shirt still sticky with Gerber. His pampers full and sagging. Another "tutoring" session complete.

The house returned to silence, holding the secrets of this unusual afternoon.