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Malcore's lost bet OR Do your chores!

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Keywords male 967581, female 851354, human 84669, diaper 52804, diapers 14995, humiliation 9159, malcore 218, sissy baby 97, des 48
Meet the cast!
Malcore: 14 years old, Medium length brown hair, brown eyes.
Des: 14 years old, Shoulder length Blond hair, blue eyes.
Josh: 14 years old, Brown hair but usually buzz cut, green eyes.
Phoebe: 14 years old long brunette hair, blue eyes.
Chris: 14 years hold, messy red hair, blue eyes.
Malcore's dad: age 37,short black hair, gray eyes, black mustache.

Malcore huffed as he got ready in his room, for the very humiliating and upcoming web show he was going to have to put on for his friends.
He should of know better then to make bets and wagers with them, he NEVER seemed to win but it had seemed so simply, all he had to do was prove that there was nothing any of them could to make him laugh with each one of them getting a minute to try. If he had won then it he would of had Phoebe, Josh, Des and Chris as the ones being humiliated for a welcomed change.
He'd even been smart enough to add a no touching rule for it, and they had agreed that who ever was taking to make him laugh, couldn't touch him.
and there in was his fail, As the others took turns tickling him when it wasn't their turns.
"They're a bunch of dirty filthy cheaters!" Malcore huffed.
Of course he COULD of just said no, and refused to do the bet but Malcore was a boy of his word!
Though right now, he realllly wish he wasn't.

Meanwhile in their homes Malcore's friends were in the chatroom and waiting for him to sign on. they reasonably agreed to wait for him to get dressed (they weren't perverts after all!) they just loved making Malcore who acted like he was sooo tough do such humiliating things.
"I dunno guys. I doubt even he's gonna go though with it when he see's hows he looks." Josh said into his mic, naturally they had they're cam's on.
"Oh he better after how much everything cost us!" Des huffed and then giggled. "Sooo, Think he'll be mad if we take pictures?"
"Only if he finds out. " Giggled phoebe.
"Heyy come on, you don't wanna make him cry do you!?" Chris huffed and costed his arms.
"we just make him wear it this time, then NEXT time we take pictures." he added with a giggle.
"How did you and Phoebe even get some of this stuff anyways?" Josh asked. "I mean, I know we've had him in panties and sun dresses before but.."
"Never underestimate the power of birthday gift cards and the internet Josh." Phoebe said.
just then they got a alert that Malcore was signing in, and they all got ready to giggle in delight.

Malcore huffed and blushed, the thick pink diapers (and the fact it was 3 of them!)were making his legs spread out and the link pink tutu did nothing to hide them. The light purple princess t-shirt only covered his chest and the purple bow in his hair made him feel even sillier.
"You are all rat bastards." he growled into the webcam.
Meanwhile, his so called friends burst into laughter and commenting on just how adorable widdle sissy baby Malcore was.
"Such a widdle cutie patootie!" Phoebe laughed.
"I wanna huggle him!" Chris giggled.
"Awww somebody's cranky cuz dey need der nappie~" Des teased.
"So CUTE!"Josh gushed.
"I hope the voodoo vampire stalks all of you for the rest of time and six months longer." Malcore growled, his cheeks burning bright red and he was squirming like crazy, which made his diapers CRINKLE like crazy as well.
"Now now, none of that little lady. you still owe us a song and then a few playful self spanks on your bum bum and you can go and get changed." Des scolded the blushy sissy.
"that's if you wanna. who knows, maybe you'll loooove your lil outfit by then~" Josh added grinning ear to ear.
"Fat.fucking.Chance.Of.That." Malcore huffed, and crossed his arms. "Sides I got chores to do before dad gets home."
"Well then you know what that means right? time to sinnnnng~" Phoebe laughed.
"And do that lil dance i showed you." Chris added.
"..I need new friends." Gary groaned.

At that moment Malcore's dad had pulled in,and one look outside told him that his son had once AGAIN put off doing his chores.
"I'm gonna give him hell." the adult said.
it was the same thing time and time again, he had to practically yell at Malcore a dozen time then drag him to where the chore was, and tell him to get it done or else.
"I'll give him a mullgen if he's doing his homework. or the dishes. but if he's just chatting with his friends on the computer again." his dad vowed and headed inside.

Malcore meanwhile up in his room was dancing back and forth,Swaying his arms and wiggling his booty singing to the tune I'm a little tea pot, but with MUCH different lyrics.
"I'm a sissy baby, small and weak, when I makes poopies I blush and eep. bounces me on your lap and make me squirm, then argue about changing me who's it's turn~" he sang with a lil lisp to his tone.
"when i get all pouty turn me around, Spank my diapies I stains nice and brown!" he added and swatted his bottom a few times as the door to his room opened.
"Malcore you better be..doing..homework.."
"D-Dad!" Malcore yelped.
"...So THIS is what you doing when you're suppose to be doing your chores, you put on little shows for your friends?"
"N-No Daddy I can explain!" Malcore yelped and stood strait, waving his hands back and forth.
Dad, ignore him and strolled over to the chat room.
"I'm sorry, I know you must of been enjoying the show but..my little..princess here.." Dad said, eyeing Malcore's shirt. "Has to go and mow the lawn. he'll be back latter." Dad said and logged Malcore out.

As the rest of them stared at the screen in shocked silence, it was Chris who spoke first.
"Oh, Shit."
"Guys this is bad, we ALL know Mr. Smith will make Malcore go outside like that!" Josh said.
"Ok, yeah, i know this is bad..but this is also kinda funny." Des said.
"Well that goes without saying, but really..Josh you live the closet, you should run over and explain whats going on before this goes too far."
"Right!" josh said and logged off.
"...Sooo..is it wrong that I mighta accidentally record that whole session?" Des asked.

"Daddy listen to me, this wasn't MY idea. I lost a bet at school and that's all it was. I don't do this all the time!"
"Right..a bet. like you excuse for when i found those panties in the wash.. or heard about you in phoebe's backyard in a sun dress? Look if you wanna be a little..baby girl then by all means, but you get your chores done first."
"I..I"
"no more fibs, unless you want a spanking. Now come on., you need to mow the lawn."
"ngggh, Yes dad. just let me get changed and-"
"unless you mean a diaper change then don't bother. clearly you like showing off so come on princess." Dad said and then tugged Malcore out of his room as the porr diapered sissy tried to whimper and argue.
it was no good and Malcore was almost wetting himself as daddy opened the garage door and had Malcore wheel the lawn mower out.
"Now don't try and rush it and do a half ass job, or you'll just have to come out here and do it again. should only take you about half a hour if you take your time."
"D-Daddy pleasssse let me get changed!" Malcore tried one last time, and in a total desperation move added. "I don't wanna get my cute outfit all dirty from grass stains!"
"huh..Tell you what, if it DOES get dirty we'll go and buy you a new one. now march mister!"
With tears welling up in his eyes Malcore pushed the mower out and started it, looking around nervously and PRAYING that no one would see him. Though with everything that had happened so far, Malcore was pretty sure that god hated him.

Mr.smith watched though the window and shook his head. the way Malcore was always over reacting, being so sensitive sometimes and so false butch other..this totally explained everything for him.
Though the tears going down his son's cheek had him feeling bad, maybe he SHOULD let him go and take the girl stuff off. he could keep his diapers on though.
Just as he had that thought he noticed Malcore looking out to the road and turned his gaze, it was one of his friends coming up.
"heh, that's kinda cute. he's checking on the baby."

"J-Josh!" Malcore whimpered as he came running up, he wanted to jump at him, to scream at him, to hug him and try and hide behind him. he'd been mowing for 10 minutes and already two cars had drove by and he could only PRAY they hadn't taken any pictures.
"Malcore, are you alright?"
"I'm mowing the lawn while dressed like a baby girl, what do you think!"
Josh winced. "OK, yeah, I deserved that." he said. Looking over how just adorable Malcore looked.
"Did you come over to tell dad the truth? I..i don't know if it will help..I kinda..tried to tell him i wanted to change so my girl stuff wouldn't get dirty." Malcore whined.
he was still mowing, on the off chance josh couldn't help he didn't wanna waste time standing around and talking.
"Oh..heh.well yeahh.. well what if i go in and offer to mow the rest of the lawn for you?" Josh asked.
"...Well you could try and convince dad of the truth." Malcore said. "but failing on that, yeah, Maybe!" Malcore smiled and josh smirked and started to laugh.
"whats so funny!...uh..besides you know.."
"you just wiggled your butt like you were wagging a tail!"
"DID NOT!"
"Do you reallly wanna argue this or let me go and talk to your dad?"
"...Fine whatever, it wiggled, go and get me out of this! this is taking longer then normal with these stupid massive pampers!"
"Right, I'll be back soon babykins." josh said and headed for the front door.
"he's such a asshole sometimes even when he's trying to be nice."

Josh knocked on the front door and Mr.smith opened it up, inviting him inside.
"Look Mr.smith..about earlier..I just wanted to let you know..We were just helping to give Malcore a outlet for his lil girl side." Josh said. "He wants to been but he doesn't want to, so we figured it was a harmless way, and let him cover it up as bets."
Josh was naturally lying, but this was just too good to pass up.
"Well, it's nice of you but Malcore DOES have chores and other responsibilities to attend to."
Oh I agree, and i know he's actually loving all of this, but I wanna cut him a break and he's getting too scared, how about i finish mowing the yard for him."
"well, that's a very nice thing to offer, but Malcore needs to learn NOT to ignore his responsibilities. If i hadn't of gotten off today early it would of been almost evening before the lawn got mowed." Mr.smith said.
"Well..what if..I started coming here after school and making sure Malcore did all of his chores before being a lil cutie?"
"..so like a babysitter?"
"Yes! that's it. would you let me go and mow the lawn then? I'll promise all of his chores and homework will be done. "
"Hmmm.."

Malcore groaned as a group of girls, between 6-8 walked by and stopped to giggle and coo, and call out to him..thankfully no one was taking pictures but poor Malcore was getting awfully flustered and whinny, and looked back towards the house.
'At least josh has my back..' he thought, not knowing his so called savoir was setting him up. big time.

The end? who knows?  Depends on if you all want more sissy Malcore and babysitter josh XD
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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two titles for one story.
this was gonna be a one shot but i kinda let it get away from me and guess i opened it up for more. D'oh!

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male 967,581, female 851,354, human 84,669, diaper 52,804, diapers 14,995, humiliation 9,159, malcore 218, sissy baby 97, des 48
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Type: Writing - Document
Published: 4 years, 2 months ago
Rating: General

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