Chapter three: the revenge of the 100 dead ninja
malcore huffed as he got the outfit off, save for his pretty pink pampers and looked at himself in his mirror, sure that the redness in his face was basically PERMANENT by now.
"I can't believe that stupid Josh would go and set me up like that.. i bet this whole diaper sissy thing was his rat fink idea the whole time too!" he he was grumbling.
waddling over to his dresser malcore bent down and fished though the drawers, hoping to find SOMETHING that would fit over his stupid stupid puffy diapers, the idea to just remove the outer two layers never once crossed the poor guys mind.
The first thing Josh did after getting home (Well, after checking in with his folks and letting them know about his new after school job) was go and call phoebe, Des and Chris to let them know the 'good news'.
Des naturally was laughing her butt off and begging that josh had managed to catch a picture of the look on malcores face, and called foul when he replied he hadn't.
Phoebe signed and crossed her arms, and took a semi motherly tone with josh, telling him that that wasn't cool and he had better treat widdle princess malcore right, then snickered.
Chris.. oddly was semi quiet, and muttered a lot, and signed off of the chat, almost as if he was.. jealous.
"Anyways, me and malcore might not be hanging out a lot after school with you guys for awhile was what i was getting at. I think a good solid week or two to get him used to the new lifestyle he's gonna be 'enjoying' is a good idea." Josh was saying to des and Phoebe.
"Awww but i wanna see the baby and pinch his cheeks!" Des pouted.
"Andddd that's why he's not letting you come over." Phoebe said dryly. "But come on, i won't be a butt like des! let me come over!" Phoebe as Des stuck her touge out at Phoebe.
"Ladies, No. Have pity on poor widdle Malcore here. and that means NO bugging him at school tomorrow..and..Don't be shocked if he gives you the cold shoulder." josh chuckled.
"Hey! if that BUTT thinks he can ignore me, he's in for a surprise!" Des said and grinned evilly, then a crash was heard in the background. "Ahhh frak. my little sister is into something.. talk to you guys later!" Des said and signed off.
"Sooo..Was it just me or..was how Chris reacted weird?" Josh asked phoebe, now that it was just them.
"Eh, I kinda figured he'd react like this to be honest. he's jealous."
"...Jealous?"
"Yeah he would LOVE to be able to dress like a..baby..girl..andddd fuck. you didn't know that." Phoebe said, talking as if it was common knowledge and then trailing off.
"You can NOT tell him i told you! I just thought it was so obvious that-" phoebe started in a panic., her glasses almost falling off.
"Hey hey hey, it's ok, relax.. I won't say a word.Scouts honor." Josh said. "so..Huh. Chris wants to be a baby girl..that..Actually explains SO much!" he added and chuckled.
"I KNOW right? pretty sure he's been wearing a pull up a few times he's hung out with us too..But yeah. mention it and he'll get super blushy and give a weak argument..then start crying. I lost three hours and blouse when i confronted him about it.. he needed lots of hugs and then well..with the booger and all." Phoebe giggled.
"Awww your a good aunty." Josh teased and Phoebe stuck out her touge.
"and don't you forget it!"
Blake stormed into his house, Pissed off and headed for the basement where a punching bag was.
How DARE that little shit make a fool out of him just to protect a little diaper sissy!?
One thing was for certain, while Blake couldn't risk anything while at school (he was already close to getting expelled for fights) that didn't mean he couldn't turn the attention of some other bullies Malcores way.. and shit for sure,he was gonna be a easy target on the walk home.
"Enjoy your pampers and your boyfriend..your both going down." Blake promised and fired off a heavy blow at the punching bag and while he was smirking, it came back and knocked him on his ass.
grumble he punched it again and predictably, it came back and smacked him in the kisser, leaving him dazed on the floor for a good five minutes.
Waddling down the steps Malcore huffed and pouted (it was almost his default actions at this point!) as he poked his head around the corner to the living room.
"Daddy, are the curtains closed?" he asked then saw that they were.. and then came out from the wall.
his diapers were still on, but he was wearing a black t-shirt with 'fuck fear' written on it (his most badass shirt, in his opinion) and had gone and put on his studded wrist bands and a pair of black socks as he came over onto the couch.
"Interesting choice of attire." his dad commented and then ruffled malcore's hair.
"Daddddd!" the pamper boy whined.
In his fathers eyes, the fuck fear t-shirt meant that malcore was saying he was getting over his fear of being seen as a widdle diaper sissy. and the bracelets and black socks was him just trying out new styles.
Naturally malcore was just trying to protect a image that he wasn't a sissy.
"I went and ordered us some Pizza tonight, for a treat. it should be here soon." Daddy said and malcore paled.
a semi job of his was to be the one to answer the door and handle the money when they ordered out, since usually daddy just wanted to relax on the couch.
reading the look on his son's (Daughters?) face Daddy chuckled.
"Don't worry princess, I'll get the door this time. you've had a big enough day as is." He said then put a arm around malcore and gave him a half hug.
malcore, hugged his daddy back and nuzzled into his side, oddly feeling very much like a little guy.
they watched tv in silence for a few more minutes before the doorbell rang, then daddy got up and headed for the door while Malcore got up and headed for the dinning room.
Daddy was super traditional that they eat their suppers at the table.
A bit of a back and forth with the delivery guy and the front door closed and then malcore head daddy calling for him from the living room.
"Daddy I'm at the table!" Malcore called back.
"Well get your butt in here unless you want me to eat this whole thing myself!"
Waddling to the living room Malcore had a shocked look on his face, indeed daddy had the large ham and mushroom pizza on the coffee table with a six pack of root beer for them to share.
"What? I can't spoil my little princess on a big day?" Daddy asked and malcore mentally groaned.
'figures it would take being a pamper princess to get the stick out of his butt.' he groaned mentally,.
But hey, pizza in the living room, watching tv, who was he to argue?
3 slices and 2 cans of pop later and Malcore was snuggled back up against daddies side, yawning a little and hugging him.
he had some pizza sauce on his chin but either didn't notice or care and really was just fighting to keep his eyelids opened even though it was only going on 7.
'must just be from everything that happened.' he thought to himself. 'I'll just close my eyes for a few seconds.'
Malcore dad had been about to reach down and get anther slice of the pizza, when a soft snore made him stop and he looked down.
there was Malcore, snoozing away and the little guys thumb was making a b line for his mouth.
'I'll have to add a pacifier to the list of things he needs.' he thought, then relaxed. he could hold off on claiming the last bit of Pizza for awhile, if it meant his clearly exhausted little guy got some shut eye.
Awww malcores such a lil cutie isn't he? and Josh and Pheobe are so nice to the little dorks in their lifes.. and Blake.. isn't very good at his bullying XD
