Malcore's Lost bet: intermission
9:45 PM
Malcore's dad looked at the time and decided that while cuddling with the little guy in his cute outfit had been fun, he might as well carry the big baby to bed.
he naturally toyed with just waking malcore up, letting him walk (or waddle) up the stairs himself, and of course give him a chance to go tinkle or the like with his thumb in his mouth and such a peaceful look on his face daddy just couldn't bring himself to do it and scooped him up.
Malcore for his part coo'ed around his thumb and snuggled into daddy's chest which almost made the grown man d'aww out loud.
instead he cleaned the steps and softly but surly got malcore on his bed and got the bracelets and t-shirt off of him.
looking around Daddy spotted malcore's old stuffed tiger..what had he called him..oh right! Mr.cuddles and handed him to the sleeping big baby and smirked as his sons arms wrapped around it in his sleep and snuggled his face into it.
'So damn cute! if i had known diapers would of meant a lack of moodiness before this..' daddy thought but shrugged it off and tugged the blankets over malcore and leaned down, smooching his sons forehead and then tip toeing out of the room, closing the door almost all the way behind him.
Just incase malcore old fear of the dark came back.
12:07 AM
Malcore's dreams were a mess. he was going from his normal superhero dreams where him and his friends were defenders of earth to suddenly being in diapers and dresses and crawling around while everyone pointed and laughed at him, his friends, the people he was trying to save, and the aliens he'd been fighting.
while the poor teen was humiliated in his dreams in the real world he was whimpering softly, tossing and turning then finally kicking that blankets off of himself as in his dream he was being pinned by a series of josh clones who were loudly telling everyone the baby was gonna poop his diapers.
indeed, even in the real world now muffled poots were coming out of his backside, and malcore sat up, groaning and whimpering.
"what..what a poopie dream.." he mumbled to himself, dazed and wiping a line of drool from his mouth.
Stumbling to his feet, eyes half open malcore let out anther fart and giggled at the noise, then whined at the smell.
"stinky."
(It should be noted that malcore was semi well know for once he went to sleep, it took either his father, one of his friends or his screaming meanie alarm to fully wake him up before his brain decided he wanted to get up.
he'd still get up to use the potty but this state of awareness was more often then not referred to as zombie mode by his friends who dealt with it more often then malcor'e s own father did.
which is why what was about to happen really happened in a way.)
12:13 AM
Daddy was in the bathroom, heeding natures call when he heard someone fumbling with the doorknob and whining.
"Malcore, I'm in the bathroom." he called.
go figure, he had put off using the john this long and all of two miniutes later..wasn't that just the way?
"Gotta poopie!" Malcore whined though the door and tried the handle again and Daddy sighed.
"Malcore, I'm not finished yet, you'll just have to wait." Daddy said then smirked a little.
"that or just go poopie in your diapers." he added, more as a teasing joke.
"kay." malcore said.
Figuring he'd consigned himself to waiting, Daddy went back to his magazine and didn't think about malcore's tone, putting it out of mind.
"just go poopie in your diapers"
that was what daddy had said and unlike Josh and the rest of the gang, he hadn't learnt to be careful what you suggest to zombie mode malcore.
"Just go poopie in your diapers"
Had been what malcore heard as a command and so his eyelids drooping and spreading his legs, malcore swayed a little on his feet then grunted.
the final effort needed really hadn't been much, the urge to go was strong so once the slightest effort had been given there was a soft muffled poot and then the back of the poor diapered teens diaper crackled and crinkled as it expanded outward.
the sleepy teen whined softly at the feeling, and slipped his thumb into his mouth, nursing on it for comfort. He was too busy going poopie like he'd been 'told' to in this state to think about going back to his room and just swayed softly, pushing out his mess and his eyes closing as he started to go back into deep sleep.
12:20
Trying to hurry since he knew his son was waiting, Daddy flushed and washed his hands, then opened the bathroom door, about to tell malcore the bathroom was all his.. then smelled what malcore had done before he noticed the droop in the diapers.
since malcore was huffing or mad, Daddy figured the lil guy was just too tired to act like he didn't wanna make poopies and tinkles in his diapers (and from the swell in the front of them he'd done that too)
"heh. stayed here to show daddy the present you made him?" he asked with a smile on his face, a hand ruffling his sons hair and getting his eyes halfway opened.
"Thowing off pwesent." malcore mumbled around his thumb, a drool line going down his chin.
"we're getting a pacifier tomorrow.." Daddy commented and poped the thumb out of malcores mouth.
"Did you wanna come in and get cleaned up or were you hoping for daddy to change your diapers?" he asked.
truthfully he wasn't looking forward exactly to that idea, preferring josh or someone else wipe his sons stinky behind but pictured calling Josh's house at this late of hour and asking Terry (Josh's dad) to send his son over to wipe his sons ass might not go down so well.
"Daddy change.." Malcore mumbled, just repeating his father.
"...OK thats fair. i guess i did leave you out here.OK buddy. lets go back to your room for a diapie change kay?"
Malcore nodded softly, and then out of memory from years ago, held up both his arms.
the universal gesture of uppies.
"you know kiddo. Your really adorable when you're not denying what a baby you are." Daddy admitted and picked malcore up and the big baby cuddled into him, legs wrapping around his wasit as daddy put a hand under malcore squishy behind, carrying him to his room.
'maybe I'll get lucky and it'll just smell worse then it looks.' he thought hopefully, as he got into malcore's room and again got him on his bed.
reaching over and grabbing the pack of diapers and some wet wipes malcore had always kept in the room before (though now daddy knew why) he untapped the diaper and looked down hopefully.. and groaned.
"Stinky!" malcore whined and grabbed mr.cuddles, covering his nose with the stuffie.
"...no..no more pizza for you.." Daddy said then got to work.
7:50 AM
Malcore sat up in bed, panting and looking around wildly. he'd had a AWFUL nightmare of just crapping himself like the stupid big baby everyone thought he was, and worse.. oh so much worse.
his father had changed said stinky diaper!
naturally Malcore tossed back his covers and was relived to find he was in clearly the same amount of diapers as he had gone to bed with.. it had just been a stupid stupid nightmare.. and smiled and hugged mr.cuddles.
then blinked, relising that A) he was hugging a s stuffie and B) glad he was in diapers.
tossing Mr.cuddles away the stuffie landed on top of the opened pack of diapers and malcore slid out of bed and turned off his alarm before it could go off.
"man..no more pizza for me right before bed." he promised out loud then slide the diapers off and started to get dressed.
7:43 AM
"So yeah, thats what happened last night. he'll be up any second but i stayed as late as i could to let you know just how right you were about him wanting to make boom booms." Mr.Smith said, as he was getting in the car.
in the garbage with him and by the trash cans Josh could already get a whiff of what had happen but was grinning big time, trying not to laugh.
"See Mr.smith? i told you.. I'll let malcore know it's all good, you got called in early. i was gonna walk him to school anyways hence-"
"Hence you being here. your a life saver Josh." he said and then drove off.
oh..the fun Josh could have with this, though since he didn't want Malcore freaking out and huffy completely from the start of the day, he'd have to make sure he used the front door when they left, and went inside to make a quick breakfast for his best friend, and soon to be helpless little diaper dork.
