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New Education
By: Cya Date: October 2, 2018, 3:58 am
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"Woah, it's huge!" Daniel gushed.
"I know, I hope grandma doesn't expect me to pay this off
anytime soon."
The mother and son shared a giggle as they pulled into the
cement driveway. Daniel couldn't hold back his new found sense
of excitement, he hopped out of the passenger side door of the
car, leaving his mom parked in front of the garage, and took
off, running around the half acre lawn.
"Daniel, I don't want you to tire yourself out, we have to
unpack and move furniture." The boy's mother called out to him
as she walked over to the porch.
"Aww man, alright. I'm coming, mom!"
The boy walked slowly up to his new house, slightly dejected. He
didn't want to spend the rest of the already dwindling day
unpacking boxes. Daniel noticed that his mom was stuck standing
in the doorway after she had opened the door. She was staring
inwards at her new home.
"Daniel, I can't believe it." She muttered, surprised.
"What can't you be-" The boy looked past where his mom stood,
gazing past her at the fully furnished home. He noticed that the
couch, side tables and various family pictures lined the walls
in the oversized living room. Their old tube television looked
right at home in the corner, perched atop a low table at an
angle.
"I knew that grandma had hired movers to move everything, but
she didn't tell me that she paid for everything to be unpacked
and put into place."
"So, I don't have to do anything?" Daniel stated in excitement.
"Looks like you don't." His mother mused. "Go take a look at
your room. I'll go check out the kitchen."
"Kay!" The boy happily darted past his mother and bolted up the
staircase. He looked to his left as he crested the stairs and
saw a door that was slightly open. Curiosity getting the better
of him, he ignored the other side of the hallway and went
towards the door. A slight push revealed the room to him.
An orange hew, from the setting sun, bathed the simple master
bedroom in a warm light. Daniel noticed that the room was filled
with furniture that he recognized from his old apartment. Taking
its rightful spot against the wall was the large king sized bed
that belonged to his parents. It instantly reminded him of all
the times he spent with his parents, during fitful nights, when
bad dreams had plagued his normally tranquil sleep.
Daniel felt an odd feeling within, it was a mixture of emotions
that he couldn't quite describe. He wasn't exactly proud of all
those nights where he had to seek shelter from those dark
dreams, but another part of his being told him that he missed
that kind of safety and security. Such things had seemingly been
taken for granted.
Shaking his head, the young man decided to turn away from his
parent's new bedroom and find his own room. A change of scenery
would help rid himself of these feelings that were bombarding
his mind. He made his way towards the closed door furthest from
the master bedroom. 'Let's see how lit my new room is!'
A quick twist of the knob yielded him access to a tiny, tiled
room which was home a toilet and bathtub. Daniel frowned,
instantly realizing that he found the bathroom. 'Okay, there's
only one room left.'
He stepped back, making his way to the door that stood in
between his parent's room and the bathroom at the end of the
hallway. He didn't realize it, but he was holding his breath as
he entered his new bedroom. All of his suspense faded, much like
a deflating balloon, as he took note of the furnishings in the
modest bedroom: A desk and flat screen computer occupied the
corner by his closet while his bed lay on the other side of the
room. Nothing really caught his eye and he honestly wondered why
he had gotten himself so worked up. 'It wasn't like I was going
to get a bunch of new furniture or anything.'
Daniel took a few steps over to his closet and found a cardboard
box laying on the ground. It was the box that he had packed full
of his posters, comics and video games. Sure enough, when the
flaps were ripped open he saw a stack of comics and a few
posters rolled up opposite a stack of physical copies of Xbox
games. He always found it funny how his mom or grandparents
would buy him these games from the store. Didn't they know that
you could just get this stuff off the web?
"Daniel, I'm ordering a pizza!" His mother hollered up to him
from the bottom of the stairs.
"Sounds good!"
"You want pepperoni and pineapple?!"
"No way, mom!" Daniel grimaced. "Just pep and cheese!"
The young mother grinned. She knew that her boy hated fruit and
always liked to throw it out there whenever she could. "Sorry,
baby. I forgot that you don't like pineapple!"
"That's okay, I'm going to decorate my room, call me when it's
dinner!"
A half hour had elapsed but the tween felt like he had
accomplished much. His room was decorated in a manner he
preferred and to put it simply; it was looked good. He couldn't
help but feel like he was at home in his new room as he admired
the Fortnite poster which he had just finished taping above his
bed.
'Finally, I can relax.'
*DING DONG* The door bell chimed.
"Honey! Pizza is here!"
Daniel raced down the stairs, just in time for his mother to
close the door and turn around to face him, holding their box of
pizza in her hands.
"Can I take a few slices up to my room?!"
"Don't be silly." Daniel's mother looked at her son with an
expression that said it all. "We finally have a nice house and I
think we should sit down for a good old fashioned family
dinner."
"Aww, mom." The boy gazed at his mom, wondering why she wanted
to have a formal meal. "Seriously?"
"Yes. Seriously." She stated in a no nonsense tone. "Besides,
it'll be just like old times or were you too little to remember
how we used to sit at the table before your father left to
Iraq?"
Daniel blushed slightly. "I'm sorry, mom. Just wanted to enjoy
my new room."
"I understand that, sweetheart."
Daniel watched his mom set the pizza box on the middle of the
table and put out the paper plates for himself and her. Once the
table was "set" she turned around surprised the boy by giving
him a hug, patting his back gently.
"We need to get back into a routine. There needs to be structure
for both of us. It's the only way for both of us to be happy and
succeed in this new town." The young mother explained, speaking
gently into her son's ear as they hugged.
"Okay, I'll do my best." Daniel felt awkward. He wanted to make
his mother happy, but he also was almost a teenager. An urge
within him always slithered beneath the suffer of his pysche, a
desire to assert himself. Still, he didn't want to upset her,
least he lose all of his games or get punished for being a jerk.
Finally, the hug ended and the mother and son sat at the table.
The meal went by in relative silence, but was punctuated with
simple questions about if the boy enjoyed the house or his new
room. However, such pleasantries were short lived when the young
mother breached the elephant in the room, the reason for their
relocation: his grades.
"Now, Daniel." A stern tone marked the change in the dinner
table discussion. "I just want to let you know that I've already
reached out to the school and they've agreed to let me get
weekly updates on your grades."
Daniel sighed. He knew that she'd do something like this, but it
was a bit of a shock to hear her utter those words. Hoping to
get her to dail things down, Daniel merely nodded before
speaking. "I know."
"These weekly progress reports are just so your teachers and i
can gauge how you're doing. So, we can step in and help you
before it gets marked on your report card."
"I know, but mom..." Daniel paused lookimg away from his mom.
"I'll probably have trouble until I get settled in."
"Don't you worry about that. Your principal is quite confident
that you'll do great. All the other boys and girls are doing
very well. I didn't know this until I chatted with her, but she
says that the town has quite a unique culture that is geared
towards educational success."
"I guess. I just hope that I can pass." Daniel took a bite of
his slice of pizza, unsure of what his mother was talking about.
Maybe all of his future classmates were bookworms? Either way,
as long as he could make some friends he'd be happy and maybe
they could let him copy off of their homework or something.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I am confident that grandma picked out
the perfect school for you. I mean, it's the only school in the
town, but I think you'll do just fine."
Once that seemingly unpleasant conversation was out of the way,
the rest of the meal breezed by. hungry from the long car ride
and not eating since breakfast, Daniel had absolutely demolished
the pizza. Only one slice remained and he left it for his mom as
he left the table. He turned to his mom. I'm going up to my
room, mom. Good night!"
"Young man. I know you think you're getting a bit too old for
this, but mommy want to give ya good night kiss."
Once again, Daniel sighed. "Fine."
He over dramatically grumbled and walked back to his mother's
side of the table. A quick peck on the forehead was given, but
to Daniel, it may as well have been a wet kiss.
"Good night, sweetheart. Sweet dreams!"
Happy to have finally gotten his after dinner ritual over with,
the preteen ascended the stairs and went to his room. Full from
the pizza, Daniel decided to get into a few matches before bed.
One match soon turned into ten and before the boy knew it, he
was already an hour shy of midnight. Still, that didn't stop him
from creating walls out of thin air and shooting random enemies
in the virtual world.
An occasional yawn escaped him as he continued to play. It was
his body's way of telling him that it was getting late, but he
ignored it until he pulled out his cell phone to check the time
in between matches. "Oh shit, it's twelve thirty!"
Daniel turned the TV and Xbox off before hopping into bed. In
the back of his mind, he was apprehensive at the idea of
starting fresh at a new school. 'What if I don't fit in? What if
I get a mean teacher?' This line of thought stalled him from
going to sleep. Despite the fatigue of a busy day, the restless,
nonstop queries kept him up until an hour more.
To Be Continued...
#Post#: 3--------------------------------------------------
Re: New Education
By: Cya Date: October 3, 2018, 6:10 am
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Daniel raced down the stairs, just in time for his mother to
close the door and turn around to face him, holding their box of
pizza in her hands.
"Can I take a few slices up to my room?!"
"Don't be silly." Daniel's mother looked at her son with an
expression that said it all. "We finally have a nice house and I
think we should sit down for a good old fashioned family
dinner."
"Aww, mom." The boy gazed at his mom, wondering why she wanted
to have a formal meal. "Seriously?"
"Yes. Seriously." She stated in a no nonsense tone. "Besides,
it'll be just like old times or were you too little to remember
how we used to sit at the table before your father left to
Iraq?"
Daniel blushed slightly. "I'm sorry, mom. Just wanted to enjoy
my new room."
"I understand that, sweetheart."
Daniel watched his mom set the pizza box on the middle of the
table and put out the paper plates for himself and her. Once the
table was "set" she turned around and surprised the boy by
giving him a hug, patting his back gently.
"We need to get back into a routine. There needs to be structure
for both of us. It's the only way for both of us to be happy and
succeed in this new town." The young mother explained, speaking
gently into her son's ear as they hugged.
"Okay, I'll do my best." Daniel felt awkward. He wanted to make
his mother happy, but he also was almost a teenager. An urge
within him always slithered beneath the suffer of his pysche, a
desire to assert himself. Still, he didn't want to upset her,
least he lose all of his games or get punished for being a jerk.
Finally, the hug ended and the mother and son sat at the table.
The meal went by in relative silence, but was punctuated with
simple questions about if the boy enjoyed the house or his new
room. However, such pleasantries were short lived when the young
mother breached the elephant in the room, the reason for their
relocation: his grades.
"Now, Daniel." A stern tone marked the change in the dinner
table discussion. "I just want to let you know that I've already
reached out to the school and they've agreed to let me get
weekly updates on your grades."
Daniel sighed. He knew that she'd do something like this, but it
was a bit of a shock to hear her utter those words. Hoping to
get her to dail things down, Daniel merely nodded before
speaking. "I know."
"These weekly progress reports are just so your teachers and i
can gauge how you're doing. So, we can step in and help you
before it gets marked on your report card."
"I know, but mom..." Daniel paused lookimg away from his mom.
"I'll probably have trouble until I get settled in."
"Don't you worry about that. Your principal is quite confident
that you'll do great. All the other boys and girls are doing
very well. I didn't know this until I chatted with her, but she
says that the town has quite a unique culture that is geared
towards educational success."
"I guess. I just hope that I can pass." Daniel took a bite of
his slice of pizza, unsure of what his mother was talking about.
Maybe all of his future classmates were bookworms? Either way,
as long as he could make some friends he'd be happy and maybe
they could let him copy off of their homework or something.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I am confident that grandma picked out
the perfect school for you. I mean, it's the only school in the
town, but I think you'll do just fine."
Once that seemingly unpleasant conversation was out of the way,
the rest of the meal breezed by. hungry from the long car ride
and not eating since breakfast, Daniel had absolutely demolished
the pizza. Only one slice remained and he left it for his mom as
he left the table. He turned to his mom. I'm going up to my
room, mom. Good night!"
"Young man. I know you think you're getting a bit too old for
this, but mommy want to give ya good night kiss."
Once again, Daniel sighed. "Fine."
He over dramatically grumbled and walked back to his mother's
side of the table. A quick peck on the forehead was given, but
to Daniel, it may as well have been a wet kiss.
"Good night, sweetheart. Sweet dreams!"
#Post#: 26--------------------------------------------------
Re: New Education
By: Cya Date: October 19, 2018, 6:42 pm
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5)***WORK IN PROGRESS***
A mother believes her son is failing at school because of how
distracting the city is so she decides to move to a small town.
After a week and seeing no improvements in his grades (He keeps
getting D's and F's) she meets another mother (Named Samantha)
that tells her that boys just aren't that smart and the best
grade she could hope from them was D's unless you made their
life easier.
She was a bit confused by what Samantha meant but later at the
park it became crystal clear when she started to see other boys
getting diaper changes out in the open on benches and some
wandering around without any shorts on in just diapers.
Realizing that the majority of moms in the town (If not all)
were using this "new" parenting technique and not wanting to be
the odd one out she decides to try it out.
Upon seeing the report card and seeing his grades improved (Up
to straight C's) she decides to invite Samantha over for more
advice on how to improve his grades further. Samantha tells her
that only way to do that is to take away stuff that is
distracting him or stressing him out in other words to baby him
even more.
Story ends with the mother and son on tv (The son is wearing
thick diapers and a onesie while sucking on a pacifier) where
the mother is being interviewed on how her son became an
absolute genius. She of course tells them how.... Two brothers
sitting and watching the news with their parents start to get a
really bad feeling...
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Re: New Education
By: Cya Date: November 8, 2018, 3:29 am
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A short time later, Michelle entered the local park, Samantha's
words of advice still fresh in her mind. She couldn't help but
wonder what her neighbor meant by "make their lives easier". It
was akin to a riddle, but she knew that the women meant well.
Still, the young mother was lost in her thoughts until a series
of angry shouts caught her attention.
"Mattie, sweetie." A middle-aged house wife cooed sweetly.
"Mommy's gonna get you out of this icky poopy diapee soon, hun."
Michelle stared at a rather bizarre sight which she never
expected to encounter. A boy of about twelve or thirteen laid
sprawled out on a park bench, wearing nothing but a large white
disposable diaper. His face was red from yelling and his mother
merely continued to try to soothe him.
"Just look at this! You really packed your pampers full of big
poopies, haven't you?" The woman cooed loudly, causing the boy
to renew his screams more, helplessly throwing
an enraged tantrum.
The young mother took a few cautious steps forward, unsure of
what exactly she had come across. 'Maybe the boy was mentally
challenged in some way?' She thought as she stood behind the
woman who was about to open the teen's diaper. The boy on the
bench immediately locked eyes with Michelle and started pleading
for help.
"Please, lady! You got to help me!" The boy was urgent and spoke
quickly. "My stepmom's crazy! She literally turned me into a big
baby when my dad and I moved to this town! Call the cops! You
have to do something! This can't be legal" The boy cried, but
the stepmother pushed a big pacifier into his mouth, silencing
his rant.
The older woman didn't even turn to face Michelle,
instead opting to begin with the job she had set out to do:
change her step son's bloated pamper. "Don't mind him. He's just
a cranky boy."
"I- I have to ask. Is he autistic or something?"
"No, this is just a fine way to discipline wayward boys who
cause trouble and fail their studies. Isn't that right,
sweetie?"
The mother rubbed the boy's small belly before she untaped his
diaper. Michelle averted her gaze, but could still hear the
older woman tending to her son, cooing sweet nothings to him as
she wiped his bottom. "It's okay, my poor boy has a case of icky
tum-tums, huh? Yes, that's it, isn't it? Mommy
is going to have to help clear out that constipated
tummy when we get home. Oh, yes she is!"
Sulking, the teen merely suckled on the white pacifier with blue
trim as this deranged woman changed him. He couldn't do much
else since the newcomer hadn't taken his pleas seriously.
Needless to say, he could she the woman looking away from him,
for which he was grateful, but ultimately it didn't matter.
Every day for the past two months, he had been changed publicly
and pushed through town in an oversized umbrella stroller
wearing nothing other than a diaper and t-shirt.
A loud raspberry being blown caused Michelle to look back
towards the bench. The step mother was blowing kisses onto the
teen's stomach while the boy struggled not to laugh. Finally,
the mother helped her son up off of the bench and he quickly sat
in a large, off white stroller with blue trim, machine his
soother. Michelle had to know more, this was much too bizarre
and she wanted to understand why this woman was doing this.
"So, your step son doesn't need diapers?"
"Not in the traditional sense, but as I said, they helped put
him in his place. No more skipping curfew and going out with
girls. I'm much to young to be a grandmother." The step mother
chuckled.
"I guess I can understand that, but why all the baby stuff and
where do you even find this giant stroller?"
"You must be visiting our fine little town." The house wife
stated.
"Actually, I just moved here with my son, but I still don't
understand why you need to parade him around like this."
"You see, it is somewhat of a cultural thing in this town. Most
rowdy boys have found themselves spanked and diapered for
decades by their mothers, my brother was one such case.
However, sometimes things need to be taken to the next level in
our modern age. Once I caught little Mattie here sneaking out,
breaking curfew to meet up with some hussy, I had decided to
start babying him. From that day forward it has been cribs and
24/7 supervision for my overgrown baby."
"I see. And you said that this can also be used on boys who are
failing their studies?"
"Most mothers do resort to using it if their sons are falling
behind." The woman smiled as she continued. Boys simply just
aren't as smart as girls and it is a good way to motivate our
sons to achieve. That way, they can earn back their big boy toys
and privileges." The woman knelt beside the huge stroller and
pinched her step son's cheek.
"Except for my little Mattie here, he's proven that he can't be
trusted. Maybe I'll start potty training him when he turns 18.
That should keep the girls away, won't it, baby boy?"
Mattie started fidgeting and kicking hose legs angrily. Michelle
could see that he was a troubled teen and, if what this woman
said was true, this punishment was a good way to help her own
son's educational problems.
"Stop that!" The middle-aged house wife barked. "Someone has
earned some time over mommy's knee when we get home, yes he
has!"
"I am sorry for bothering you."
"Nonsense, I am always happy to help a fellow mom. My name's
Ellen by the way."
"Michelle."
The two mothers shook each others hand in a gentle, feminine
fashion before Ellen stepped behind the stroller and began
pushing it towards the front of the park. She started lecturing
Mattie as they went past Michelle. "You really ought to know by
now, that bothering strangers is naughty, young man!"
Michelle started to understand what Samantha meant. It took
seeing the literal simplification of a troubled boy's life to
gain a better perspective on the whole situation. However, as
she made her way to the center of the park, a few various scenes
played out before her eyes: boys clad in only diapers and
t-shirts played tag with one and another around a jungle gym
while a few onesie wearing boys occupied the sand pit.
At that moment, it became crystal clear to her. She didn't need
to punish Daniel for falling behind in his classwork. What she
really had to do was return him to a simpler time in his life.
One removed from electronic gadgets and distractions. Then, he
would be able to succeed and finally get the grades that she
knew he could achieve!
#Post#: 73--------------------------------------------------
Re: New Education
By: Cya Date: November 25, 2018, 2:53 am
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A lone envelope sat on the kitchen table in front of Daniel's
mother. It had been a week since Daniel and the young mother had
settled down in the countryside hamlet of Greeneville. The whole
reason for the move, the hope that a change of scenery would
greatly improve Daniel's grades, the realization of everything
the woman had sacrificed for her boy was waiting for inside that
simple enveloped addressed for her eyes only.
'To Michelle Harper.'
Taking a breath, Michelle opened the envelope with a quick tear
and unfurled the progress report. She read over it slowly,
noting the marks he recieved in each subject during the past
week. Failing and below average was the theme of the letter,
which was far from the grades she had hoped for. However, she
did find some solace in the notes left at the bottom of the
letter from his teacher.
"Daniel's current grades could be below average due to moving to
a new school and the fact that my class may be ahead of where
his classes were before he moved. Ultimately, I recommend that
he uses his time at home to review what we've gone over in
class. Personally, I think that in time, and with more studying,
he could get decent grades. Also, I recommend setting up a
bedtime for your son, he's always yawning in my class."
Michelle sighed and hoped that Mrs. Wellington was right. A
bedtime couldn't hurt and she knew that she needed to set up a
more rigid routine for her son. She'd been much to lenient,
letting Daniel run practically wild in the city since his father
was deployed. However, it wouldn't be easy to reel him back in,
the young mother knew this from how stubborn her son could be.
*Ding Dong*
Michelle laid the letter on the counter and proceeded to the
front door, wondering who was ringing her doorbell. She opened
the door and was greeted by a middle aged woman.
"Hi there!" The older woman smiled.
"Good afternoon." Michelle replied.
"I apologize for not stopping by sooner, but I didn't know if
you all had settled in yet."
"Everything is in order here." Michelle answered and asked a
simple question: "And you are?"
"Oh, where are my manners? I'm Samantha Maxwell, your next door
neighbor!"
"In the cream colored house or the one with green trim?"
"I'm right next door in the cream colored house, darling. I just
wanted to introduce myself, but I hope I'm not interrupting
anything."
"No, you're alright. I was not doing anything important."
Michelle stated.
"You seem a bit down, did you recieve some bad news or
something?" Samantha questioned.
"It's my son. I moved us out here to get a fresh start and he
isn't doing any better out here." Michelle explained, feeling
frustrated.
"I see." Samantha thought for a second, trying to think of just
the best way to explain it. "This is going to come off as very
rude, but hear me out."
Michelle cocked an eyebrow. "Okay. Go on."
"Boys just aren't that smart. This is true especially nowadays
thanks to all the modern distractions and instant gratification.
I mean, the best grade you could ever hope for from these boys
nowadays is a bunch of D's."
"Is that so?" Michelle looked at the woman like she was speaking
another language. She knew that her son was a smart boy, not an
idiot.
" I know you're skeptical of what I'm saying. You've probably
sat down and talked with your son's teacher, seen that the other
boys all have C's or better. But that's only due to the fact
that those other boys have a much easier life. A simple life is
the best life for a boy."
"What do you mean by that?" Michelle was genuinely curious.
"It's hard to explain without shocking you outright." Samantha
answered.
"Should I take away his TV? Video games? What should I do to
make things simpler for him?" Michelle practically pleaded.
"I take it that you haven't gone for a walk around town? Seen
how the other mothers raise their boys?" Samantha thought out
loud.
"No, I can't say that I have."
"Then I recommend taking a walk down to the park. Seeing is
believing after all."
With that said Samantha stepped away from the door, walking back
to her home, leaving Michelle to think about what her neighbor
had just said. Curiosity ultimately got the better of the young
mother and she found herself locking her front door as she
decided to take a walk to the park.
A short time later, Michelle entered the local park, Samantha's
words of advice still fresh in her mind. She couldn't help but
wonder what her neighbor meant by "make their lives easier". It
was akin to a riddle, but she knew that the woman meant well.
Still, the young mother was lost in her thoughts until a series
of angry shouts caught her attention.
"Mattie, sweetie." A middle-aged house wife cooed sweetly.
"Mommy's gonna get you out of this icky, poopy diapee soon,
hun."
Michelle stared at a rather bizarre sight which she never
expected to encounter. A boy of about twelve or thirteen laid
sprawled out on a park bench, wearing nothing but a large white
disposable diaper. His face was red from yelling and his mother
merely continued to try to soothe him.
"Just look at this! You really packed your pampers full of big
poopies, haven't you?" The woman cooed loudly, causing the boy
to renew his screams more, helplessly throwing
an enraged tantrum.
The young mother took a few cautious steps forward, unsure of
what exactly she had come across. 'Maybe the boy was mentally
challenged in some way?' She thought as she stood behind the
woman who was about to open the teen's diaper. The boy on the
bench immediately locked eyes with Michelle and started pleading
for help.
"Please, lady! You got to help me!" The boy was urgent and spoke
quickly. "My stepmom's crazy! She literally turned me into a big
baby when my dad and I moved to this town! Call the cops! You
have to do something! This can't be legal" The boy cried, but
the stepmother pushed a big pacifier into his mouth, silencing
his rant.
The older woman didn't even turn to face Michelle,
instead opting to begin with the job she had set out to do:
change her step son's bloated pamper. "Don't mind him. He's just
a cranky boy."
"I- I have to ask. Is he autistic or something?"
"No, this is just a fine way to discipline wayward boys who
cause trouble and fail their studies. Isn't that right,
sweetie?"
The mother rubbed the boy's small belly before she untaped his
diaper. Michelle averted her gaze, but could still hear the
older woman tending to her son, cooing sweet nothings to him as
she wiped his bottom. "It's okay, my poor boy has a case of icky
tum-tums, huh? Yes, that's it, isn't it? Mommy
is going to have to help clear out that constipated
tummy when we get home. Oh, yes she is!"
Sulking, the teen merely suckled on the white pacifier with blue
trim as this deranged woman changed him. He couldn't do much
else since the newcomer hadn't taken his pleas seriously.
Needless to say, he could see the woman looking away from him,
for which he was grateful, but ultimately it didn't matter.
Every day for the past two months, he had been changed publicly
and pushed through town in an oversized umbrella stroller
wearing nothing other than a diaper and t-shirt.
A loud raspberry being blown caused Michelle to look back
towards the bench. The step mother was blowing kisses onto the
teen's stomach while the boy struggled not to laugh. Finally,
the mother helped her son up off of the bench and he quickly sat
in a large, off white stroller with blue trim, matching his
soother. Michelle had to know more, this was much too bizarre
and she wanted to understand why this woman was doing this.
"So, your step son doesn't need diapers?"
"Not in the traditional sense, but as I said, they helped put
him in his place. No more skipping curfew and going out with
girls. I'm much to young to be a grandmother." The step mother
chuckled.
"I guess I can understand that, but why all the baby stuff and
where did you even find this giant stroller?"
"You must be visiting our fine little town." The house wife
stated.
"Actually, I just moved here with my son, but I still don't
understand why you need to parade him around like this."
"You see, it is somewhat of a cultural thing in this town. Most
rowdy boys have found themselves spanked and diapered for
decades by their mothers, my brother was one such case.
However, sometimes things need to be taken to the next level in
our modern age. Once I caught little Mattie here sneaking out,
breaking curfew to meet up with some hussy, I had decided to
start babying him. From that day forward it has been cribs and
24/7 supervision for my overgrown baby."
"I see. And you said that this can also be used on boys who are
failing their studies?"
"Most mothers do resort to using it if their sons are falling
behind." The woman smiled as she continued. Boys simply just
aren't as smart as girls and it is a good way to motivate our
sons to achieve. That way, they can earn back their big boy toys
and privileges." The woman knelt beside the huge stroller and
pinched her step son's cheek.
"Except for my little Mattie here, he's proven that he can't be
trusted. Maybe I'll start potty training him when he turns 18.
That should keep the girls away, won't it, baby boy?"
Mattie started fidgeting and kicking his legs angrily. Michelle
could see that he was a troubled teen and, if what this woman
said was true, this punishment was a good way to help her own
son's educational problems.
"Stop that!" The middle-aged house wife barked. "Someone has
earned some time over mommy's knee when we get home, yes he
has!"
"I am sorry for bothering you."
"Nonsense, I am always happy to help a fellow mom. My name's
Ellen by the way."
"Michelle."
The two mothers shook each others hand in a gentle, feminine
fashion before Ellen stepped behind the stroller and began
pushing it towards the front of the park. She started lecturing
Mattie as they went past Michelle. "You really ought to know by
now, that bothering strangers is naughty, young man!"
Michelle started to understand what Samantha meant. It took
seeing the literal simplification of a troubled boy's life to
gain a better perspective on the whole situation. However, as
she made her way to the center of the park, a few various scenes
played out before her eyes: boys clad in only diapers and
t-shirts played tag with one and another around a jungle gym
while a few onesie wearing boys occupied the sand pit.
At that moment, it became crystal clear to her. She didn't need
to punish Daniel for falling behind in his classwork. What she
really had to do was return him to a simpler time in his life.
One removed from electronic gadgets and distractions. Then, he
would be able to succeed and finally get the grades that she
knew he could achieve!
#Post#: 85--------------------------------------------------
Re: New Education
By: Cya Date: December 9, 2018, 5:54 am
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Over the next few weeks, Mrs. Harper had asserted herself a lot
more. She imposed a bedtime and limited Daniel's time on his
consoles and mobile devices. In response to these measures,
Daniel's grades definitely ticked up a bit. They weren't exactly
what she wanted to see, but at least he wasn't getting anymore
failing marks in his classes.
Everyday at work, she thought she heard whispers or catty talk
about her. It didn't help that on her drive home from work,
around three o'clock, she'd notice most moms already had their
sons out of their school clothes and put back into diapers,
being pushed around in their strollers. Needless to say, the
young mother felt left out and didn’t want to be the odd mom in
the small town.
So, one bright Friday afternoon, she had just finished reading
Daniel's latest progress report and noticed that his improvement
was starting to stagnant. All his grades were hovering at
average, straight C's. Michelle decided that she had to amp
things up and walked over to her neighbor's house. The young
mother knew that this woman would be able to help teach her what
she needed to do to get Daniel's grades higher.
*knock Knock*
"Hey, Michelle. How's everything going?" Samantha questioned as
she saw who was at her door.
"Things are fine, but they could be better." Michelle stated.
"I see. Is your son still failing his classes?"
"No, but I know he can do better than the grades he's bringing
home." Michelle sighed.
"I see. Anything I can do to help?" Samantha wondered aloud.
"Yes, can we continue this at my house? I can make some coffee."
"Sure, that sounds nice." Samantha smiled, letting Michelle lead
the way.
"Good, I want to know how the moms in this town take care of
their boys." Michelle explained as the two women walked back to
Michelle's house.
The cups of coffee sat idle as the two women talked for almost
two hours. Daniel had to be turned away, told to go to the park
by Michelle so that the two adults could iron out some things.
By the end of their meeting Samantha had taught Mitchell
everything she could about how her own mother had disciplined
her brother. She even added in some more "modern" approaches to
the old fashioned techniques since Michelle had repeatedly
stated that she wanted to be just like all the other moms in
town. Samantha, having lived in the town for her whole life, was
rather well connected and provided Michelle with the insight she
needed, as well as numbers to local craftsman and the woman who
made all the custom strollers.
However, one obstacle stood in her way: money. Her new job
helped put food on the table and pay for the utilities, but it
surely wasn't enough to cover the costs of diapers and a slew of
new furniture that had to be custom built for her son. Michelle
had no choice but to call her mother and ask her what she
thought of her plans for Daniel.
Michelle dialed her mom's number, breathing deeply, hoping that
she'd be willing to help.
"Michelle!" The older woman gushed when she picked up. "How's
everything? Enjoying the house?"
"Everything's great, mom!" Michelle smiled. She loved hearing
her mother's voice, it soothed her anxiety a tad bit. Still, the
young woman had been so busy with work that she hadn't called
her mom since her first week in the new house.
"That's good to hear. How's my grand baby doing?" Michelle's mom
seemingly cut straight to the point.
"Actually, that's why I'm calling. He is adjusting to things
here, but his grades are still not as good as what we discussed
shooting for."
The phone was quiet for a few seconds. "I thought such a place
like Greenewood would whip that boy into shape. When I visited
the town, before I bought your house, I was amazed by how well
behaved the boys were and how they listened to their mothers."
"Wait, you saw how the moms treat their sons here?" Michelle
asked, feeling more than surprised.
"Oh, of course!" Michelle's mom chuckled. "It's a bit
unorthodox, but I had spoken with the school and they claimed
that they have the highest grade point average in the country
thanks to the parent's style of discipline."
"Yeah, but Daniel's grades anywhere near what the other kids are
getting." Michelle explained.
"I see, and how long have you been babying him for?"
"I- ugh, I haven't. Honestly, that's why I called. I need to ask
you for some money to buy him a crib and some diapers..."
"Sweetheart, don't sound so shy." The older woman laughed.
"I just didn't want to come running to you every time I need
something, mom."
"Nonsense, think of this as an investment in Daniel's future.
This isn't something frivolous like that car dad bought you for
you sweetie sixteen."
"I know, I know. I blew out the engine two years after it got
it..." Michelle sighed.
"Don't be upset, honey. I highly doubt anything will be blown
out in the furniture I'll be built for Daniel. Well, maybe some
diapers."
The two women shared a long fit of laughter after that little
joke. From that point, the conversation switched to details such
as numbers to reach certainly manufacturers and companies that
would supply Daniel with plenty of disposable diapers. One thing
that Michelle wanted to try was cloth diapers, but her mother
talked her out of it, insisting that disposables would
ultimately be less laundry to wash and save her time in the long
run.
Needless to say, when she Michelle got off the phone with her
mother's, she felt relieved. No longer did she worry about the
costs of altering Daniel's lifestyle to that of a baby. However,
with the monetary stress behind her, she realized that she would
have to convince her son to go along with it. Suddenly, she knew
that this wouldn't be easy.
Michelle had drove to the nearby megamart and picked up an extra
large sized bag of Pampers for her boy. She waited anxiously for
Daniel to come home for dinner. The moment her son walked
through the front door, she had called him over to the living
room sofa.
"What is it, mom?" The boy asked, having taken a seat on the
couch, across from his mother.
"Daniel, what I want to propose is a bit of change, but I truly
believe that it'll make sure your future is as bright as
possible." Michelle explained.
"Umm, does this have to do with all the guys around here wearing
diapers?"
Michelle blinked, momentarily startled by her son literally
cutting right to the heart of the matter. She hoped he hadn't
seen the package of diapers next to the armrest.
"Well, yes. Yes, it does." Michelle answered. "Why do you ask?"
"I kind of feel like I'm the only guy in school who's not
wearing diapers. I'm like the freak or something, mom." Daniel
looked down.
"You're not a freak, baby." Michelle stood up and sat next to
her son. "According to a lot of the other moms around here, it's
a great way to help with studying and grades."
Daniel blushed, realizing where his mother was going with this
whole impromptu talk. Still, he was also sort of relieved by it,
he wanted to fit in and make friends. For what ever reason, the
other boys at school made fun of him for not wearing diapers.
"I know where you're going with this, mom." Daniel paused,
blushing and trying to avoid eye contact with his mother.
"So, you understand that I want you to go back into diapers?"
"Yeah." Daniel murmured, his voice cracking slightly.
"Baby. I'll think nothing less of you. I'm only putting you back
in diapers so you can focus on your studies and make me proud."
"I know, but I'm ashamed of the fact that I want to wear them so
I can fit in here." Daniel explained.
"It's okay, sweetheart. I'll make sure that everything works out
for both of us." Michelle smiled, bring Daniel in for a hug.
The mother and son held each other for what seemed like a long
time as Daniel gently cried. It wasn't tears of sadness or
sorrow, but tears of relief that he could be given a judgement
free opportunity to wear the garment he needed to fit in woth
hos peers, all without his mother thinking any less of him.
Meanwhile, Michelle felt like all the stress and anxiety had
left her body the moment her son accepted her hug. She knew
things could only improve from here on out.
Michele picked her seventy eight pound son up and knelt down on
one knee, lowering him to the carpet of the living room, laying
him down onto his back. She quick reached out to the bag of
Pampers and tore the top open, causing a strong, infantile scent
to waft throughout the room. Both Daniel and Michelle knew that
smell. Daniel knew it from when his mother used to babysit the
neighbor's babies at the old apartment for extra money. However,
to Michelle, it reminded her of when Daniel was her little baby.
She quickly pulled off Daniel's shorts and then went for his
spiderman themed underwear, leaving him naked from the waist
down. Michelle wasted no time powdering his bottom, remarking on
how cute his butt was. Next, she lifted his lower body up off of
the floor and slid the babyish diaper underneath him. She pulled
up the front of the disposable and tapped him in.
Daniel couldn't believe hot hot his face was from blushing, he
swore that he had never felt this humiliated and awkward before
this moment in his entire life. Unbeknownst to the ten year old,
this was just the beginning. His life from now on would be
filled with stroller rides, public diaper changes and long
afternoons in the park, chasing after his new friends. They'd
run around or play on the play set in just their diapers.
What mattered the most to Michelle was that her son was now
happy and his grades were steadily improving. Still, once a week
she'd invite Samantha over for a sit down. The two mothers would
talk while Daniel sat in his playpen, doing homework. Each
discussion led to more and more of Daniel's big boy toys being
taken away or restricted. At first, this bothered the tween, but
he simply dove head first into his books, hoping to earn back
his Xbox and cell phone.
His grades only went up from there while more infantile measures
were stipulated and out into place. It didn't take long before
he was basically an overgrown toddler, playing in the sand with
his buddies while his mom hovered over him like a hawk. Soon he
was recognized as, not only the smartest kid in the school, but
in the entire state!
-A few months Later-
Michelle stood in front of a news reporter with Daniel on her
hip. The boy was dressed in a white and baby blue onesie that
did nothings to hide the massive diaper which bulged outwards
from his crotch. He currently suckled on a dark blue pacifier
while his mother faced the camera, explaining how he had become
the smartest kid in the country.
"I just started to make things easy for my son." She explained.
"And how did you do that?" The blond reporter in a red blazer
asked.
"Well, it wasn't easy, but I started limiting his time on
electronics, encouraging him to get lots of exercise outdoors
while taking care of his every basic need."
"And this outfit- the diapers helped facilitate that?" The
reporter questioned.
"It all serves a purpose." Michelle stated before adding. "The
only thing my little boy has to worry about is what's on the
tests, not what's in his diaper. That's mommy's job." Michelle
smiled and gave Daniel a gentle bounce on her hip.
"So, by raising your son like a baby... you've managed to get
his failing grades up and now he's a certified genius?"
"Yes, ma'am. I highly recommend this method of parenting to
anyone who wants their child to not only succeed, but excel!"
"You heard it here, folks. Michelle Harper, mother of the
smartest child in America claims that this parenting plan can
work for your kids too!" The blond reporter proclaimed.
"Uh-oh. I think my little thinker made a stinker in his diaper!"
Michelle announced to the audience inadvertently.
In a living room far away free Greeneville, a family was
watching the nightly news. Steven and Blake were seated besides
their parents, looking shocked by the rather strange sight that
they had just watched on the television screen. Suddenly, the
brothers started to get a really bad feeling.
The End!
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