Playground of Power

In the dimly lit classroom, where the echoes of childish laughter clashed with the harsh reality of their surroundings, Eli strode in, a smirk plastered across his face. He surveyed the scene: Mitchell, the oversized baby, sat amongst his six-year-old peers, oblivious to the ridicule that loomed just outside his bubble of innocence. Today, Eli had a lesson to teach, one that would leave a mark on Mitchell that he wouldn't soon forget.

"Hey, Mitchell!" Eli called out, his voice dripping with mockery. "Looks like someone's pamper is stinky! Time for a little change, huh?" The other children giggled, their laughter a chorus of cruelty that filled the air like a noxious gas.

Mitchell's eyes widened, a mixture of confusion and embarrassment flooding his face. Eli approached, crumpling Mitchell's math pamper with a swift motion, the sound echoing ominously in the silence that followed. "No pamper change for you today, buddy. Instead, how about a wedgie?"

Eli's fingers deftly wedged the soft fabric of Mitchell's pamper up through his buttocks, the action eliciting a chorus of giggles from the other toddlers. "Now, crawl for me, Mitchell. Shake that pampered butt!"

As Mitchell obediently crawled, his cheeks flushed with humiliation, Eli leaned in closer, whispering with a sinister edge, "Now, try to push out another load for me. Don't squat; lift that pampered butt like you're doing yoga!"

The minutes dragged on, and after what felt like an eternity, Mitchell finally stopped. Eli's voice sliced through the tension, "Good boy! Now unload into that pamper, just like I told you."

With a deep breath, Mitchell complied, his pamper turning a shade of brown that matched the growing shame in his heart. "Perfect!" Eli exclaimed, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Now into the playpen you go."

Trapped in the confines of the playpen, Mitchell was subjected to Eli's relentless taunts. "Bounce that pamper for me! Scoot it back and forth!" The other toddlers watched in wide-eyed wonder, unaware of the cruelty hidden beneath the surface of their innocent play.

"Spit and drool for me, Mitchell. Tell me how much you want to be moved," Eli commanded, his tone a blend of amusement and authority. "Show me how you want to be a special needs baby."

Mitchell, caught in this twisted game, nodded silently, his spirit crushed. Eli continued, "When you have to fart, let it out nice and loud for your buddies. Make sure they know you're a stinky pamper baby!"

The atmosphere thickened with tension as Eli's instructions escalated. "During assignments, make a mess in that pamper. Fart and show them you want to be just like them."

As the big boys watched, Eli pushed Mitchell's math assignment deep into his dirty pamper, sealing his fate. The laughter grew louder as Eli returned from the other room, carrying Mitchell's belongings. "Say goodbye to the big boys, Mitchell! You're going to be sporting that dirty pamper with the toddlers now."

Mitchell's heart sank as he was ushered into the new room, surrounded by three-year-olds who giggled and pointed. Eli's final words echoed in his mind, "You're one of them now, buddy. Welcome to the world of dirty, stinky pampers."

The reality of his situation washed over Mitchell like a tidal wave, leaving him gasping for breath. As he settled into his new role, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of his descent into a world where mockery reigned supreme, and innocence was but a distant memory.