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Malcores lost bet OR Do your chroes! part 2

So friggin cute
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Keywords male 1258187, female 1144581, human 112937, diaper 84397, diapers 23381, humiliation 14123, sissy 9201, diaperboy 2473, sissybaby 382, malcore 280

Chapter the second
The girls finally left after what seemed like AGES to poor Malcore. they had hooted and cheered when he'd had to pause to tie his shone, his big diapered butt wiggling at them and Malcore was certain he was never not going to be blushing again.
'Maybe they'll name a permanent blush after me..the Malcore blush.' the poor forced sissy baby thought dryly.
Right about then the front door opened up and out came Josh.
"Hey lil lady, get your butt inside." He said with a grin.
"Wait.. really..you convinced dad to call this off!?" Malcore asked, stopping the mower.
he was about 3/4's done anyways but practically leap at josh, hugging him.
"thank you thank you thank you thank you!"he babbled and whimpered.
Josh, for his part, smirked and patted Malcore's back.
"Well there are condition's, but you and your dad can talk about that.. get inside before Blake see's you." Josh said.
instantly images of the terror of the neighborhood flashed in Malcore's mind, if that blue haired bully had seen him, no way it wouldn't of ended up all over the internet.
"I'ma dash inside now." Malcore squeaked.
"That would be for the best." Josh chuckled.
Malcore finally let go of Josh and ran for the front door, ready to give his daddy lots of hugs too and thinking Josh had just manged to get the truth into his head.

"What do you mean he's gonna be my babysitter!?" Josh heard yelled from the house as he started up the mower.
'Sheesh, what a pair of lungs on him.. I'ma need ear plugs for all his fits.' he thought to himself.
Ok truthfully Josh didn't see Malcore having a lot of fits..past the first week or so but while he was laying down the law he'd have to be firm.
Truthfully Josh had never expected this all to happen to perfectly, but clearly, somebody upstairs liked him.

"I'm NOT letting my best friend babysit me! I'm not a stupid sissy baby! I'm Not!" Malcore huffed and stomped a foot, his hands balled into fists at his his and a MEGA pout on his face.
His dad tried. he really did try, but couldn't hold back the laugh at how much Malcore was proving himself wrong with just how he acted.
"That's enough of that. I promise it won't be so bad. Josh is just gonna make sure chores get done and if your a good girl then you don't have to go back outside in your cute outfits." He said."And Josh is even willing to ch-"
"Oh HELLLL NO! I'm not going in the diapers!" Malcore huffed, cutting THAT train of thought off right where it was.
"Heh, Well that's your call, they're your diapers." Daddy said and ruffled his hair.
'...just take the win Malcore..just take the win..' he thought to himself, fuming.

Out on the lawn Josh was just finishing up when the scent of AXE body spray drifted into his nose and he turned around to see the semi well muscled bully.
Blake was there in his shorts and t-shirt and grinning ear to ear.
"alright, wheres the little sissy?" he asked.
"Little sissy? i have no idea what your talking about." Josh said with a pleasant smile on his face.
"Come on, I know you're like sweet on him in some faggy way, but I already heard about some diaper wearing sissy baby mowing the yard, and it had to be Malcore. so where the wuss?" Blake asked again.
"Well Blake, i'm the only one out here mowing. maybe you just dazed off to sleep and were thinking about something you'd like to wear." Josh teased.
Blake, narrowed his eyes and glared down at Josh.
"Sounds like your hungry for a knuckle sandwich with a side order of your front teeth." the bully threatened.
"Blake, you don't wanna do this. Let's factor in Malcore's dad is home and just in the living room. and how many grown ups are close by. Then let's factor in how many more times you can beat somebody up before you end up in juvie. THEN let's factor in the most important part of this." Josh said.
Blake grabbed josh by the front of his shirt and lifted him up.
"Oh? whats that?"
Josh Grabbed onto Blake's wrist and twisted, and flipped the bully so he landed with a thud on the grass, the air knocked out of him.
"That I'm a blue belt while your just a thug. Now pick yourself up and get out of here before someone see's me kicking your ass."
"T-This isn't over.." Blake gasped and growled, but got up a heck of a lot faster then Josh would of expected and took off.
"...That's gonna come back to bite me in the ass.."

Josh came inside shortly after that and smiled as Malcore was at the kitchen table, text book open and working on his math homework.
"How'd the talk go?"
"Well he's not happy, but he'll come around."
"I think he's still just worked up from being outside Mr.smith." Josh said and shrugged. "I'm sure he'll realize how awesome this is for him once he calms down and-"
"I Can hear you from here, stop talking about me like I'm not even here!" Malcore huffed.
"..heh. you know, Malcore is Right Mr.smith. it IS rude to leave little lady's out of the conversation." josh chuckled.
"Gahh leave me out leave me out, go talk somewhere else!" Malcore groaned.
Mr.smith did led Josh to the den, where they went over some the rules that Malcore had expanded on.
"Well I know you offered to change him, But Malcore has made it clear that he's not gonna use the diapers for that."
"Well that's just a waste of money!" Josh said, though really he wanted to watch Malcore squirm as he soaked or loaded his huggies.
"Hey, it's his money buying the diapers..Sides figured you'd be glad not to have to change stinky diapers."
Josh's mind spun fast, trying to think of a justification.
"Well I think Malcore DOES wanna go 'tinkles' and 'boom boom'." Josh said, using finger quotes. "But he's just too shy to admit it right now, double so to you. I doubt he ever wanted you to find out any of this. I bet after a week or so he'll be making 'presents' for me."
"you really think so?"
"Oh yeah..In fact I bet he'll be begging to wear the diapers all the time when not at school." Josh said nodding. "So you might have to brush up on your diaper changing too."
"...I think if that happens I'll make it clear that all his presents are for his babysitter." Mr.smith said deadpan.
"I think no matter what he says..malcore's gonna wanna stay in his diapers tonight though..you should just 'make' him.. so he has a excuse." Josh added.
"huh..with how he's been acting..I think your right. Malcore is lucky to have such a good g=friend like you Josh."
"ehehee, yeah. though I have to get going. Phoebe and Chris will wanna know that Malcore is OK." josh said, faking modesty while on the inside he was crackling like a evil genius.
"Oh right, well we'll go and let you say bye bye to Malcore, and you'll just come home with him after school tomorrow?"
"Of course!"

Malcore found it amazingly easier to focus on his homework then normal, since he was trying to do everything in his power to block out everything that had happened.
'I swear..If I end up getting my first A since 1st grade because of this..' he thought with a pout, then heard Daddy and Josh coming back into the room.
"Alright Malcore, Joshie has to go now, come and say bye bye." His dad told him.
Malcore rolled his eyes and get up, waddling over to his former best friend, wishing there was a way he could take back those thank you hug.
"Bye." he said in a semi sour voice.
"Awww Malcore, don't pout. I'd stay longer but I have stuff to do! don't worry, you and me will play lots tomorrow, AFTER all your chores and homework is done." Josh coo'ed and ruffled Malcore's hair.
Malcore glared at him but this was lost on daddy who just chuckled at how cute it was the big baby didn't wanna his his friend leave.
"See you after school tomorrow buddy. well during school too. and remember to put on your big boy undies when you get dressed in the morning~" Josh chuckled and winked, then he was out the door.
'...I'ma slug him tomorrow. a pure, sweet shoryken right in the kisser.' Malcore vowed.
"Daddy, I'm just about done my math homework, can i go and get changed?" Malcore asked, in his sweetest voice.
"Hmm? thought you weren't gonna-"
"N-Not that kinda change!" Malcore squeaked out and whined.
"Ohhh heh. OK. yeah go get your pretty outfit off. We'll get you some more this weekend...Don't worry we'll go outta town for it." Dad said. "oh, but keep the diapers on."
"W-What? Whyyyy!?"
"because you..uh.." how did josh tell him to phase it.. "look cute." Daddy said.
Malcore groaned and semi stomped up the stairs, and Daddy mistook the waddle he was forced to do as his happy butt wiggle that Malcore used to do when he was little and grinned.
'huh..josh was right.'

end of the chapter. poor Malcore. hasn't he suffered enough people? surly you don't wanna see him suffer more!!


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Poor Malcore just can't catch a break, though a new OC enters the fray.. don't count out Blake just yet folks.
Blake was recutied by the casting call i had that I reallly shoulda linked you guys too..ehehe..my bad.

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Jonikari
7 years, 6 months ago
I do want to see him suffer more. Thanks for asking :D
yamijoeysdog
7 years, 6 months ago
" Jonikari wrote:
I do want to see him suffer more. Thanks for asking :D


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