"Richie... Time to get uuup..."

 

Richard was in bed. His wife was shaking his belly. He stayed silent. He didn't feel like talking. In fact, he didn't feel ike doing anything. He just wanted to stay in bed. His wife stood on her knees and looked in his eyes. 

 

"Richie... I know you're tired. But it's time for us to go to school."

 

Richard was visibly unhappy; not in an angry way, but a more melancholy way. 

 

"Anais, I... I don't want to..."

 

"Oh, sweetheart, I know you don't. But I promise, today's gonna be fun. My class already loves you. You just need to let it settle in."

 

"Anais. I can't... I feel sick..."

 

"You're just anxious, sweetheart. It'll go away once we get there. Now c'mon, let's get up. It's a big, special day."

 

"Mmmmm... No..."

 

"Richard."

 

Anais was stern, looking right in his eyes. 

 

"This isn't a suggestion. I need you to help with my job." 

 

His wife being so cross with him honestly scared Richard. Not wanting her to get any angrier, he sat up on the side of the bed. Anais gave him a smile. 

 

"That's the spirit. Now, today is underwear day at school, so let's get those clothes off, mister!"

 

"Underwear...? I... I dunno if I-"

 

"Richie..."

 

"I... Okay..."

 

Richard simply took his pants and shirt off, leaving him in nothing but his cotton, white undies. He was scared enough of living out a dream about being at a school in his underwear, but he was also scared about what Anais would do if he wouldn't comply. Anais took his hand and led him out into the living room, wearing those panties that could only be described as 'a bit thicker than dental floss'. Anais wrapped herself around Richard's hand, lovingly staring back up at him. 

 

"Relax. It'll be fun. You'll have fun."

 

"Okay..."

 

Richard wasn't okay with it. His mind was void of feelings other than soul-crushing emptiness. 

 

I... I can't remember anything about what happened at her school yesterday. 

 

"Anais?"

 

"Yes, sweetie?"

 

"What did you mean when I said I did good yesterday?"

 

"You don't know? Were you sleeping with you eyes open, honey? Well, if you didn't remember yesterday, it's gonna be more of the same today. My class and I will have lots of fun learning with you!" 

 

"Learning what?"

 

"About how to take care of boys, silly. What better way to learn than a hands-on experience?"

 

"I... I don't get it..."

 

"Heehee! You will once we get there!"

 

*BEEP-BEEP!*

 

"And there they are! Let's go, hubby!"

 

Anais cheerily grabbed Richard's hand and led him, like a dog on a leash, to the bus. Stepping on, all the girls in the bus marveled at him, oohs and aahs abound as they all got to see an almost naked boy walk down the aisle. Richard's heart was racing; he was scared beyond measure as Anais sat him down with her. 

 

They've all seen me in my undies... I'm gonna be put on some list or something... I can't go back in that room with a bunch of little girls looking at me!

 

Richard worried himself sick the whole ride. Anais knew her husband was having some sort of issue dealing with the past few weeks, never mind yesterday. She stood on the seat and kissed his cheek. 

 

"Richie, the girls in my class all love you. They all know what you look like naked. They showed you yesterday how much they love playing with naked boys. We can show you some pictures if you want."

 

Richard was shocked and confused upon hearing that. 

 

"I... I'm a pedophile? I had sex with those girls?"

 

"No, no, no! You're not! We didn't have sex with you! We just kissed you and touched your butt! And, uh, touched your special spots... Petunia disobeyed me and got a first hand lesson in what an orgasm is."

 

"Anais, stop, I'm gonna be sick..."

 

"Sorry, Richie, it's true. I say you did a good job because you didn't fuss and you handled it good, no unnecessary touching, no going outside what the lesson was about. I decided to save the birds and bees lessons for a few months, and I really appreciate that you kept it to yourself! Heehee!"

 

The bus stopped, and its door opened. Anais rubbed her husband's shoulder as all the girls stood up, all in varying degrees of panties. 

 

"It'll be fine."

 

She kissed him on the lips and led him out the bus and into the school, with Richard closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to see any mostly naked girls. Instead of the cafeteria, though, Anais dropped him off in her classroom. She sat him on the ground, his back to the desk like yesterday. 

 

"I'll go get our breakfast. Stay here, pleasies!"

 

Anais left the room, leaving Richard by himself for a minute until someone else came in. It was a purple fairy-looking girl, making Richard immediately suspect who she was. 

 

"You're... Petunia? Is that your name?"

 

The girl just giggled and smiled. 

 

"It sure is."

 

She moved closer, on her knees in front of him. 

 

"Say, I overheard the teacher saying that we're supposed to have a curriculum on sex in a couple of months..."

 

She put her hands around the edges of Richard's undies. 

 

"I want to skip the mushy gushy stuff. 'Respect them' this, 'they have feelings' that... I don't care."

 

Richard was getting tense, sweating nervously. 

 

"What are you talking about?"

 

"Oops, excuse me for giving a present out weeks before Christmas..."

 

She reached into Richard's undies. Richard felt faint. 

 

"Wh... What are you..."

 

He felt his undies being rolled down, then something moist and tight around his hardening cock. Petunia sighed, gently running her hands down his sides and pushing down. 

 

"I'm having my own lesson. Whether Anais likes it or not."

 

Thinking fast, Richard put his hands on Petunia's thighs, sheer fear engraved on his face. He pushed up on her, getting her off his cock and putting his undies back on. 

 

"No! I can't do this!"

 

"Oh, Mister Watterson... There's nothing wrong with a little forbidden love."

 

She spread her pussy open; Richard looked away, keeping Petunia at bay, pushing up harder than she could push down. 

 

"Y- yes there is! You're a little girl!"

 

"Have you noticed the world around you? Any changes?"

 

"No!"

 

"Someone isn't very observant. I guess Anais kept you under a rock."

 

Petunia stopped struggling against Richard and sat on the rug, looking innocent. 

 

"I guess there's no point in fucking you right now. Looks like I'll have to wait for a few months... Maybe she'll have finally told you a thing or two. She can't keep you safe from reality forever."

 

"What are you saying!?"

 

She simply giggled and stared at his crotch when Anais came in with two trays of food. 

 

"Sorry, Richie! The line was a bit longer today, and- oh, Petunia!"

 

She set the trays down on the desk and sat her nearly bare ass on her husband's lap. She sensed a bit of moisture in the cotton undies. 

 

"Petunia..."

 

Anais looked much more cross than yesterday. Petunia sighed. 

 

"Yes, Missus Watterson..."

 

"What did I tell you about having sex before the course?"

 

"That we all have to wait until we've learned about how to take care of boys before we can fu- I mean have sex with them."

 

"And what else did I say about consent?"

 

"To get the owner's permission beforehand..."

 

"That's right, Petunia. This is your third and last warning. You have to sit outside during today's lessons. And if I catch you again, and you're getting a full week of in-school suspension!"

 

"Yes, missus..."

 

Petunia sulked out of the room. Richard was confused. Anais seemed more disappointed than angry that this girl attempted to- no, raped him. And permission from the owners? What was that all about? 

 

"Uh... Anais... She..."

 

"I know, I know. I've had my eye on her since the summer program. She's talented, but she needs to learn some restraint. Her sister is a terrible influence on her..."

 

Richard realized something horrible. 

 

"Anais? You don't think... Gumball and Darwin..."

 

"No, they're fine with who they're with. They keep in touch with me on my phone." 

 

Richard hardly had any time to take in the information when girls started pouring into the classroom; some wearing panties, others wearing nothing at all. And they all stared in awe at a mostly naked Richard. Once everyone was settled in and class had truly started, Anais wrote on the board, 'grooming'. 

 

"Alright, so how many of you like sharing the same bathroom with a boy?"

 

No one raised their hand, a few giggles coming from the class. 

 

"That's what I thought," Anais continued. "But boys have to keep clean somehow, right? So today, I thought it would be a great idea to practice something... Excuse me for a moment."

 

Anais left the room for a full minute, Richard feeling deathly uneasy while the class murmured about him. He could make out a few distinct whispers - how big is his dick? Is he cut? What's his upkeep log look like? Does he tire out fast during sex? None of those whispers were any solace to Richard, who was scared thst they'd gang up on him at any moment. Then Anais came back, a bucket holding a few sponges in hand. 

 

"Alrighty! Today I'm gonna show you the do's and don'ts of a sponge bath!"

 

The class voiced their interest with the same chorus of oohs and aahs from yesterday. Anais put her hands on Richard's underwear and looked at him. 

 

"I'm gonna have to roll these down for a bit, hubby."

 

"Uh, uhh..."

 

Anais pulled Richard's undies down, taking them off entirely, showing his naked body - again - to the class. He felt like he was on a stage, with the worst outfit and the worst audience he could imagine. He felt the soft sponge against his tip, and sensed warm water running down his cock. 

 

"Now," Anais said, "the first don't is very, very important - never ever have sex after you've washed his junk with soap! Penises are all protective skin up to the tip, but of course, us girls have something different. To make a long story short, it's a great way to poison your reproductive system in what's known as 'toxic shock syndrome' Does that sound nice? No? Then don't have sex with a soapy boy!."

 

Richard didn't get to see the pretty flowers today. Instead, he stood in front of the class while his wife gave him an in-depth sponge bath. Obviously, he needed a shower, but this was something else. This was borderline humiliation while his wife cheerily continued, the whole class trained on his wet cock and balls. Some were even rubbing their pussies through their panties. And all Richard could do was stand and look away. 

 

He couldn't stop thinking about how Petunia had assaulted him a mere half an hour ago, how she was right outside the door, and how none of that apparently mattered to Anais, aside from being upset that it was outside the course. Not to mention the cryptic messages she sent about owners and living under a rock. He couldn't think straight - he just stood and embraced that today was going to be long.