Me and my friend Falz-pc are back for another Radio and Blair Adventure!
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Blair was scuffing his sneakers along the floor of the mall at different intervals. The loud squeaking noise and the little black marks made on the floor were tantamount to his expression of once again being a little bit bored and a lot ready to create some havoc.
Moving to a magazine rack Blair spun it lazily until he found a copy of Pranker’s Weekly. Opening it up he found that his last little battle of wits with the snot-nosed little punk Radio had cracked the top ten.
“Derp In Drippy Diapers” the headline read. Blair thought it was kind of clever.
Despite the protestations of the owner of the rack that this wasn’t a library Blair leaned against the nearby wall and slowly began to read the article that told of his totally epic victory.
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“Hey! Give that back!” A nearby toddler cried with teary eyes. He was trying to grab a magazine back from a kid that had just snatched it from him.
“No way. Go read something more your speed, dumb kid.” Radio snapped, waving the magazine over his head before rolling it up and swatting the young boy with it.
The boy teared up and blubbered before running off, calling Radio a ‘bully’ and a 'meanie-face’ as he left.
Radio didn’t care. Not even a little bit.
Here he was, standing in a black shirt and a pair of green short-shorts that barely reached his hips. He was showing off a lot of leg.
Still, despite his attire, he didn’t feel very exposed. Not after the nonsense that took place at the pool the other day. When he saw that kid grab the magazine with the article about his embarrassment in it, he had to get him away from it. He didn’t feel bad about being mean about it either. That kid was probably a jerk too, maybe. Who knows? He was under no obligation to be kind either way.
No, what he needed was a way to find adequate revenge. There was definitely a lot he could do at the mall to ensure that it happened. Ice-cream stands, clothing stores, play-places, hardware depots…
A treasure trove of supplies and ideas lied within the mall.
He put his hands in his pockets and smirked before turning and walking down the hallway, unknowingly towards his rival’s position.
“When I find that loser again, I’ll make sure I’m the one who comes out on top. He’ll regret crossing me.” Radio sneered.
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Article finished, and a grin on his face.
“Shoulda called it the Drip in Droopy Diapers” Blair chuckled to the annoyed clerk of the magazine stand.
Shrugging his shoulders, he tugged up his jeans, they were too big and sagged down showing his Batman undies, Blair raised his head and looked across the mall.
There he was angrily stomping about and bullying toddlers, Radio, looking not much bigger and not much more mature; in Blair’s eyes anyways; to the little guys.
“And he wonders why he gets stuck in diapers so quickly…” Blair smirked. He rolled up the long sleeves of his red and white skater’s jersey.
Looking around for something to give him an advantage Blair saw that the food court was above the area that Radio was stomping through.
“Perfect.” He grinned and teleported up to the balcony.
Grabbing a cup of water from a side table Blair waited until the annoying little drip stomped underneath him.
“This should cool down your temper, Bully Boy…” Blair smiled pouring the cup over the side of the balcony towards Radio below.
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Radio was pouting and walking with his hands in his pockets, wondering where he should even begin as far as searching for items to exact his revenge. Sometimes having too many options was bad too.
Before he could even turn into the shop he decided on first, a huge gush of water splashed down onto his head, soaking him from head to the top part of his shirt. Only a little got on his super tiny short-shorts but it was already more than enough to get him angry.
Cool off? Nope. He heated up. The water was boiling on his steamy head.
“Who’s the wise guy…?” Radio sneered and looked up.
Of course.
It was the new bane of his existence. BLAIR!
“Oh ho ho. You’re IN for it now.” Radio sneered before spotting the escalators. He gripped his hands into clenched fists and rushed on over towards them, speeding his way up as fast as he could to reach the top part of the mall in hopes of nabbing him.
He had no trouble embarrassing Blair but the end result leaving him the official winner made all those minor humiliations moot as far as he was concerned!
He pushed other children and adults aside as he rudely made his way up. He wanted to lock eyes with Blair and have him do something magnanimously damaging right off the bat. He wasn’t even willing to play around with him at the start.
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Blair scored a direct hit with the water and could practically watch the steam rise from Radio’s head as it boiled the little pipsqueak’s blood.
Then Radio was moving like his tiny shorts were on fire as the little terror shoved and pushed and raced to get at Blair.
The taller lad sighed. “He really doesn’t understand how teleporting works…”
“As fun as it would be to teleport back to the ground floor and let the little runt chase me round like Tom and Jerry…” Blair explained out loud. “I think he could have more fun in…Huntington’s Camping Store.”
And with an almost bored nonchalance: Blair did his best mocking Prom King wave at Radio before teleporting into the store.
He planned his landing near some tents and camping equipment close enough that it would be a quick sprint to grab a nearby paintball gun.
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Radio skidded to a stop when he saw Blair’s wave and then felt himself wince and snarl like a rabid dog when the boy zipped on into the store without a care in the world. He knew this had to be some sort of trap. He was mocking him.
Teleportation was such a versatile power. Radio couldn’t counteract it with his hypnotizing eyes. His power of intimidation didn’t just work with his eyes of course. Merely touching him could instill fear within his enemies for a short period of time as well. It worked wonders on that blue-haired pansy, Arryn.
Yet, this kid always seemed to get lucky. He needed a way to close the gap. If Blair kept this thing long range than he’d win again and he couldn’t have that! No way!
Radio sighed, wiping the water from his head and tried his best to calm down. He sighed and then sauntered on into the store.
“This place has to have stuff that’d be good for combat. I’m sure he knew that too, which is why he came in here… but if I can find something quicker than he can, I might be able to snag an advantage. Just one small advantage will be enough for me to turn the tide. I just need to grab him. I’d be better if he looked into my eyes but grabbing them can have some affect. Depends on how submissive the person is…” He muttered, walking along the wall before spotting a paint-ball gun.
He grinned and reached into his shorts pockets, producing three little golf ball sized balls of a white substance strung together by saran wrap.
“Bingo… now I just gotta get him in my line of sight.” Radio smirked, holding one up between his fingers.
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Blair could almost hear the growl from Radio as his mocking wave made the rambunctious little boy spit feathers and venom in his direction.
“He’s got to know that if he keeps his distance he loses again.” Blair said unrolling a sleeping bag. “But he’s not coming steaming in this time. Maybe the little tot is learning.”
Blair shook his head with a sigh. “Shame it’s going to be too little too late for him.”
Blair grabbed a nearby paint ball gun, bright pink ammo for added humiliation, and then he tossed a thick camping pot across to where he had teleported into the store.
Yes, he’s used that trick before, but he wanted to see just how many of his usual approaches the short dweeb had picked up upon is his last two losses.
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Radio loaded up his paint ball gun with his small white orb substance and looked about the place for signs of Blair.
As he walked, he came across the pot and stopped.
Now clearly this was a trap. It wasn’t something that should just be sitting in the middle of the floor like that…
Hmm…
How does one go about this?
Radio stepped back a bit and hid by a rack of supplies, keeping the paint gun hoisted up before smiling a bit. “What’s this? A pot…? OH NO! AAAAH!” Radio faked being caught into whatever trap it was and screamed aloud. He wondered if Blair anticipated that or not. If he didn’t fall for it then he knew what his next course of action was probably going to be.
After all, he needed to get in close to use his power. Blair keeping his distance was bad for him. Closing the gap in any way would be beneficial but if it meant getting caught in a trap than obviously it was pointless.
“Come on you jerk…” Radio muttered. He could play ball.
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Blair heard Radio shout. He shouldn’t have been that confused by the pot. It was the sound that was supposed to draw him out.
“Unless…” Blair said aloud.
Carefully sneaking his nose out Blair saw the pot in the open and of course no Radio. A quick glance saw a few hiding spots near it though.
The obvious one was the tent that Blair had positioned himself near, but he had zipped it up so he would have heard Radio had the smaller boy attempted to hide in there in an ambush of his own.
“So, he’s got to be…there.” Blair said spying the rack of supplies.
The taller lad grinned. He could teleport over there, but there was something else he could do instead.
Grabbing a bottle from the rack he carefully twisted the top off and then launched the whole thing over the top of rack.
Aiming his paintball gun at the rack he let the sweet-smelling liquid fly over the top hopefully to drench the person behind it with butterfly pheromones.
“He’ll look like a proper sissy covered in pink paint and butterflies…” Blair snickered.
He still had the sleeping bag at the ready too, ready to dump the little dork in and keep him all muffled up until he decided what to do with the little tot.
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Radio stood and waited. He knew this was a bit of a gamble since he clearly had no idea what the purpose of the pot was. Shouting like that was in case something was inside it that was supposed to spring out and hit him.
If not, then he’d find out. Hopefully it wasn’t something that immediately took him out of the running.
Thankfully, Radio found out quickly that it wasn’t… and unthankfully, it was still something he hated.
The sweet-smelling liquid splashed over his still drying head, coating his hair and black shirt with a pink sheen and frilly, sissy sparkles.
Radio’s eyes got big and his pupils shrunk. His face got red, not with embarrassment, but with anger. The boiling sound could practically be heard a mile away as literal steam began rising from Radio’s head as he stared out in disbelief.
He didn’t scream though. This was the part where he actually didn’t want Blair to know his location. He was able to compose himself well enough that he grinned a little bit even.
Thanks to what Blair just did, Radio knew where Blair’s location was!
Radio quickly spun the little white ball he had in his hand and tossed it back over head. It flew right towards where Blair was and popped open, spreading the white powdery substance all over when it did.
What was inside it? Itching powder and Cajun pepper. One to make you scratch. The other to make you sneeze.
If it landed in the right spot then Blair would start sneezing and scratching, both of which would provide ample sounds loud enough for Radio to break his cover and zoom in on the jerk!
Haha! Now this was a fight!
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Blair was rewarded with a satisfying splash as the liquid hit its intended target. He had guessed correctly where that sucker was.
What he hadn’t been excepting was the return fire of the powder that exploded over him.
At first Blair paid no heed to the powder; brushing it off of his shoulders and shaking it from his head.
Then the peppery smell enter his nostrils and Blair let out a loud sneeze. It was so loud that he practically jumped out of his jeans.
Unfortunately, not only did this show off his location to Radio quite clearly the loose fitting pants showed off the top section of his Batman undies and let more of the powder flutter down his legs and next to the cusp of his underwear.
Sneezing again Blair bumbled away from Radio’s old position and raised his paintball gun. One more sneeze caused him to accidentally pop the trigger splattering the floor in front of him in wet paint.
Stopping Blair began to itch. “Awww come on…” he frowned before stepping neatly round the sloppy puddle of paint.
Scratching his arms, head and back Blair grinned. “Let’s see if you come running to get…achooOOo me…”
He let fly two more volleys of paint creating a bright pink slip and slide heading towards the end of the aisle straight into a campfire scene.
Blair tried to feel clever but as he was not so subtly scratching at his back and legs and wiggling and juggling around his menacing stance was reduced to a scritchy scratchy dance.
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The loud sneeze and the scratches that followed, hit Radio like a truck!
“AHA!” Radio blurted out. “Gotcha you bastard!” He cursed openly in the store. He was a naughty kid like that. So, what though? He didn’t care. He had Blair on the ropes now!
Spinning on his heels, Radio felt it was okay to make his move. He rushed out with his paint-ball gun pointed forward and headed for where Blair’s location was. All he needed to do was subdue him fast enough and then grab him. He’d finally win if he managed that!
“One small step for Blair. One giant leap for meeEEEEEEEK~!” Radio screamed and fell right on his butt when he stepped on the pink slick left behind on the ground. His paintball gun flew off behind him as he shot forward. “WHY DID HE SHOOT THE GROUND?! DAMMIT?!”
Radio couldn’t have known it was an accident but so what? He was sliding on his butt, getting the pink gunk to splatter all over his bum and crotch as he shot towards Blair while he did his jiggling, scritchy, scratchy dance towards the campfire scene.
Radio grunted but then forced a smile on his face. He dropped his paintball gun but that was okay. This slick was sending him right towards Blair! All he had to do was nab him as he entered his line of sight!
He was being brought closer and closer to him. Radio held out his arms and smirked.
“Come on Blair! Give me a BIG HUG old friend!” He smirked, delighting in the fact that Blair practically closed the distance for him.
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Blair watched Radio through itches and scratches. He sneezed a couple of times forcing his eyes shut so he missed the smaller lad’s epic trip onto the paintball runway.
However, his shouting and demeanor got Blair’s attention and ignoring the horrible scratching sensation for the second he also dropped his paintball gun. Radio’s momentum meant he was coming at Blair like a sparkling pink mud slide but the taller boy had a plan.
“A hug?” Blair grinned. “Nope, it’s straight to bed for you!” He said opening out the sleeping bag out ready to catch the little pipsqueak headfirst in the thick quilted sack.
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“Huh?!” Radio’s pupils shrunk and a line of snot dripped from his nose a bit. He gasped and flailed before he tried something in desperation. “Uh! Wait! L-Look into my eyes! AAH!”
That clearly didn’t work. Radio gasped as he found himself sliding right on into the bag!
With that, his body got scrunched up and he muttered out in annoyance at being trapped in this sack! GAH! How hopeless!
“NO! LET ME OUT! FUUUUUU~!” Radio screamed and pushed against the sleeping bag with immediate desperation. He managed to get so close yet was still so far away.
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“What’s that?” Blair laughed hefting Radio over his shoulder. “You want me to let you out?” He stumbled a bit with the smaller boy’s weight but easily got Radio to the campfire scene. “But you’ll need to have a rest first.”
Blair bundled the Radio bundle to a spit that had been set up over a pretend fire pit, complete with mock flames, and smiled.
“After all, we wouldn’t want you to get all in a spin now would we?” He said grabbing some thick yellow twine.
Feeding the thin rope between the spit’s pole and Radio, Blair quickly fastened the boy and sleeping bag to the pole, creating a package where Radio’s stained pink shorts, sparkly soaked bare legs were clear of the sleeping bag, yet the rest of him was packaged up in the bag and it was all tied to the pole by strong yellow twine and fastened by a big loopy bow around the shorter boy’s waist.
Blair pushed Radio on the upright poles of the spit and activated the mock fire pit’s sounds and lights. “Who ordered the roast dork?” He bellowed to the store.
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The store was a bit busy but when Blair called that out, he miraculously managed to get a few people to pay attention to him. They saw the scene before them though and were a tad confused.
Radio was livid though.
“MMMMMFGH! GET ME OUT! YOU SUCK!” Radio shouted, flailing his top half about inside the sleeping bag while his lower half with the pink coating on his baby bubble butt and his kicking legs were exposed before everyone and everything.
He was trying his best to break free by tearing away at the sleeping bag as best he could but his strength wasn’t up to snuff when it came to this. Not even a little bit. He wasn’t able to get out!
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Blair began to spin the spit round and round, faster and faster. “Step right up ladies and gentlemen, come and see the world’s first ever rump rotisserie dweeb. This succulent sissy will marinate in his own tears for mere minutes before becoming high and whiny.”
Blair stopped talking and stop turning the spit so that Radio’s annoyed grumbling could be heard by the amassed crowd.
“And those buns…” Blair said grabbing a plastic shovel. “Whilst currently wrapped and pink…” He twanged the shovel against Radio’s behind. “Are much more suited to a well roasted rump of red.” He started spinning Radio again. He offered the shovel to a couple of smaller girls. “Now would anyone like to blister a sissy’s behind?”
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“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU-EEEEEK!” Radio screamed when the shovel smashed against his booty. It bounced off and made his cheeks jiggle a bit. You could probably even make out a small sizzle from his backside too.
Radio teared up and his eye twitched. “F-Fuuuuuu~!”
The small crowd that had gathered found this rather interesting. One of the smallest girls there went up to Blair with a finger to her lips and tilted her head with wonderment. “Hmmm… I’ll twy…” She said, a bit of a lisp to her voice. It was obvious she was fairly new to speech.
She grabbed the shovel, went up to Radio’s glistening pink butt, dusted his bum off with her hand with a delicate touch… then raised the shovel before making it TWANG against his bottom!
BWWWAAAACK!
“HHHHHHMMMMMGH!” Radio scrunched up his face and his body jerked and froze as tremendous pain shot through his body. He tried so hard not to scream as he clenched his fists.
“Y-You…” He spoke with the voice of a high-pitched mouse. He had to get out of there. He tried again to bite at the sleeping bag and rip at it with his fists. He was finding marginal success too…
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Blair smiled at the first little girl, she looked pretty tiny and her lisp was just the definition of precious, but she thwacked that shovel like a master against Radio’s rear end.
“Listen to him squeak and shout, who else thinks this sissy needs some manners shoveled into him?” Blair grinned.
This time a brother and sister combo toddled up to Blair, they looked so similar they could have been twins, each smiling and raising their hands.
“Of course guys!” Blair beamed excitedly handing over the shovel.
The boy went first stretching his arms back across his body; causing his shirt to ride up and reveal his disposable training pants; before he connected with a thunderous slap that turned Radio’s rump red.
“Excellent.” Blair applauded as the boy looked pleased with his work.
The little girl went next and on her swing her dress swung slowly up revealing a slightly more mature pair of cloth trainers; which was strange considering how she was nervously sucking on a pacifier during the swing; but her swing was strong and true and gave the pink and red bundle’s bum a strong slap!
The angry noises were quickly followed by some ripping and half swearing nonsense from Radio’s sleeping bag. Blair tutted.
“So angry and noisy what should we do with the little sissy?” He asked the laughing crowd.
It had meant to be a rhetorical question but the little boy searched in his pocket and pulled out a lime green pacifier on a blue ribbon.
“Thank you, dude.” Blair said earnestly. He smiled and hooked the pacifier around one of Radio’s shorts belt loops. “We might have to wait until the sissy has emerged from his cocoon, but when finally does I’m sure he’ll love his tail!”
The quick chuckle and aww the brother and sister got as they toddled away from Radio allowed Blair to hear the not so gentle ripping of the sleeping bag.
Blair smirked, the spit wasn’t high off of the ground, but once Radio had finally managed to worm his way out Blair wanted to add something fun to his ‘escape’.
Besides Blair owed him one back for the itch and sneezing powder which was only really wearing off now.
The sticky paint and pheromones Radio was covered in gave Blair the idea, placing a cardboard box underneath the spit it was full of small very ‘pretty’ butterflies, most with pale pinks and blues and whites on their wings. The box would be hidden by the pretend flames at least.
Blair mused to himself. “If he is too quick or impatient then he’ll be followed round by a flock of them once he goes splat.”
To add another chance the taller lad set up a few rakes around the campfire. The slapstick trap might be incredibly silly but the angry little tyke would hopefully be to worried about his escape to check the way was clear before he jumped from the spit.
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BANG!
CRASH!
BAM!
Radio’s eyes crossed, uncrossed, and rolled with each hit. The grunts he made and the weird faces that followed would have made excellent pin-up pictures had anyone been able to see them. His butt was throbbing and pained by this point though. He wanted to rub it down so bad but his top half was trapped in this thing!
Radio managed to try and tear at it one more hefty time and found himself thrusting from the sleeping bag, FINALLY!
“YES! I’M OUT! BLAAAAIRRRR~!” Radio immediately screamed as he grunted and thrusted himself through the front of it, dislodging himself from the spit and collapsing on top of the box.
Once he did, the scared butterflies inside all sprung free and fluttered about his face. “What the-? Butterfl-AACHOOO!” Radio sneezed. “Uh-oh! They must be carrying some sort of weird musk. My nose is way too sensi-AACHOO! DARNIT!”
He got up and tried battling them all away, stumbling around before looking ahead. He finally saw Blair, just a little ways away from him. Radio smirked as he used one hand to rub his sizzling backside and the other to try and waft away the butterflies.
“You won’t be escaping from me now!” Radio snapped, a bead of snot dripping from his nose.
He took towards rushing forward and found his foot stepping on one of the rakes. It shot up and BASHED right into his nose!
Radio froze with a scrunched up look on his face before wobbling back and making tweeting sounds with his mouth. He tried to go around but found himself stepping on another one that bashed into his face again.
“Duurrrpp…” Radio toddled around and, surprise, stepped on yet another one. His hair went frizzy and a red mark appeared on his face now. He smiled like an idiot though. Plus, it was while his eyes were rolling did he finally notice the little pacifier tail he had.
“Ohhhh… steppin on rakes gives me a new tail… I’m learnin’ so much today thanks to my trip to da mall…” He sighed and fell onto his back, jittering with little leg and crotch spasms…
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Blair watched as the little worm finally emerged from his cocoon and immediately set about bashing into every trap he had set.
“Poor little tyke…” He said with mocking concern as he picked his way over to the discombobulated boy. “This will help you feel better.”
Plucking the pacifier up between his fingers he plonked it into Radio’s mouth before lifting him up onto his feet.
Picking his way around the rakes Blair started to guide Radio out of the store. “Don’t worry Little Sore-Butt. We’ll get you to the toy store soon.” The taller lad said unsure how much Radio was taking in due to his stupefied state.
Blair began walking out towards the concourse of the mall. He continued to lead Radio close behind him making sure to take a long and winding path to show off the pacifier sucking, butterfly covered, pink shorts wearing red butt having boy to as many people as possible.
Enjoy giving Radio his parade of humiliation Blair ensured that he walked past the toddlers who had reddened Radio’s behind so completely. Giving each a thumbs up as he lead the short lad around the store.
Then as his final insult he began to walk Radio out of the store but teleported away a step before what looked like an exit.
Instead Blair went from one side of the window to another leaving Radio to wander straight into it.
Blair continued to whistle a happy tune not bothering to look back instead anticipating the large thunk as the smaller boy walked face first into the window.
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“Oh wee oohhh~! Oh weeeeeee OH!” Radio hummed and sang through his pacified mouth. His eyes were crossed and he was watching the butterflies flutter around his head in a circle.
He was marching in lock step with each movement he made, barely catching wind of the toddlers as they giggled at him while he was led along before he was allowed to march by himself.
That’s when Radio’s face smashed against the window! The toddler walking into the store from the outside yelped when he saw this. Radio’s drooling, cross-eyed, stupid face with his tongue slobbering against the window was a really odd scene. Even odder when he slowly slid down it, leaving a trail of drool behind.
The young boy outside the store, walked in and looked over at Radio as he was face down on the ground with his big round butt sticking out.
“You okay?” The toddler asked, poking his butt. Radio’s butt responded with a fart. “EWWW~!” He gasped and plugged his nose.
The toddler turned around and saw Blair. “Is he your baby brother?” He asked, even though Radio wasn’t that young despite his size.
Radio ended up growling behind the boy and got up on his hands and knees. He coughed a bit and then turned around, wrapping his arm around the toddler and pulling him to his chest. The young boy yelped in surprise.
“HAHA! I got you!” Radio smirked, eyes glazed over and drooling like a mad-man. Maybe he thought this was Blair or maybe he was using the kid as a hostage? Either way, his brain was scrambled but the revenge rage was in full force. “Surrender!” Radio shouted, pumping his free arm up.
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Blair half turned as Radio farted in the toddler boy’s direction.
“Nope. I’ve just been teaching the little stinker a lesson.” He grinned up until Radio took hold of the younger lad.
Watching as Radio grabbed up the kid. “Woah there, Dummy!” Blair said trying to draw Radio’s unfocused attention. “Over here…” He was about to step towards the kid when he saw the toy store display beneath him.
Teleporting down Blair grabbed up a huge yellow teddy-bear, which was dressed as a giant baby complete with blue bonnet and pinned diaper, and brought it up behind his back.
Reappearing in front of the confused toddler and his would-be captor Blair smiled at Radio. “Wouldn’t you rather grab…me?” He said pretending to step forward but instead thrusting the bear towards Radio.
If it worked the smaller boy would grab the bear and release the toddler if not it would be a dog-pile of the toddler, Radio, Blair and the teddy bear just in time for the shoplifting alarm to go off!
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Radio’s hazy, glazed over eyes couldn’t make out that what was being presented before him was a teddy bear… but he definitely recognized that voice! That scornful, hateful voice.
He tossed the toddler boy to the side, making the poor child yelp with surprise, before Radio jumped and tackled into the bear.
“I’VE GOT YOUUUUUUUUU~!”
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As Radio pounced on the bear the alarm signalling that something had been taken out of the toy shop went off.
Blair’s hands moved quickly almost as if you could see tiny dust clouds as they moved. He quickly entangled Radio’s pacifier string around the bear’s bonnet ties and then he wrapped the string connecting the bear’s mittens around Radio’s wrists.
Bundling the smaller lad towards the toy store Blair began to explain to the bewildered security guards.
“It’s ok, it’s ok. We just didn’t realize how much ‘Stinky’ here loved your bear, I think he is just pleased that someone as big as himself is in diapers and pacifiers too. Isn’t that right?” He said directing his question from the guards to Radio.
To get a sound as an answer Blair yanked up sharply on Radio’s shorts giving him a wedgie before presenting the boy forward with the noise he made as his answer.
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“AHAHAHA! YOU CAN’T FOOL ME BLAIR!” Radio shouted at the teddy in his hands, speaking harshly through hazy, confused eyes as he shook and rattled it about. He then gasped and yelped when the shorts were tugged up!
“HIIIIEEEEEE!” His eyes crossed and he clenched his teeth as the wedgie dug into him. “AAAAAH! WEDGIEEEEE! WHYYYY!” He screamed. He didn’t like it! Why was this happening?!
The toddler boy looked on in confusion. Was this guy actually a big wuss?
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The shop owner, the toddler, the amassed throng of shoppers and Blair all watched Radio as the goof went from attacking a teddy bear to hopping about like a mad man.
The toddler looked across to Blair. “He’s not wearing a diaper…” The little fellow commented as Radio dealt with the end of his wedgie.
Blair smiled at the little guy. “Yet…yet…”The taller boy nodded before explaining. “He couldn’t wear a tied on cloth diaper like the bear because he’d need some plastic pants to stop him from leaking onto the floor.”
Blair looked around the toy store, Fluffems’ Super Padded Astro Diapers wear on display next to a pile of clothes and toys for the new discerning tots in the store.
“Those however, well those would just be perfect.”
Blair left the little toddler boy wandering what he had seen before Blair took a remote-control digger from the shelves. This large yellow caterpillar tracked toy then trundled and scooped Radio and the bear up. Blair used the scoop to hook around Radio’s shorts and hoist them high off the floor with yet another wedgie.
Blair then wheeled the boy slowly towards the display. “Diaper time for Radio…” Blair whistled happily.
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“WAAAAAAGH! LET! ME! DOWN!” Radio screamed, fists clenched as he flailed his arms about needlessly and pointlessly.
The toddler looked on with astonishment as Radio flailed about in front of the onlookers, blushing and tearing up from the sharp pain of the wedgie ripping into his big butt.
“You are NOT putting me in another diaper! You hear me! You do and I’ll kill you!” Radio snapped, trying to reach for Blair, anger and hate clouding his eyes as a fire burned within his irises!
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Blair smiled at Radio.
He was standing out of reach of the kids angry ranting and raving with the remote-control moving Radio unrelentingly towards the diapers.
“As you can hear, he’s been put in diapers before.” Blair said calmly. “And we’ve all seen his soggy escapades in the magazines, and online and let’s face it, as Mr. Whiny Pants looks like he is about to cry, this is probably deserved.”
Blair paused to give his speech a moment of tension. “Especially as he was bullying you younger kids in the mall today.” Blair gave a wicked grin. “I’m just sticking up for you guys.”
Blair nodded again and pulled a large croquet mallet from the shelves of sporting goods.
“So, night night time for little big mouths…” He grinned whopping the mallet against Radio’s head. “That should keep you loopy enough to get you ready.”
He turned to the toddler and knelt down so he was eye level with the boy.
“But he was bullying you, so you get the final decision, diapers or pants?”
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Radio’s head bounced like an accordion when the mallet struck his head! It bobbed up and down before it settled and he slumped where he was, drooling with his tongue out and smiling stupidly with his eyes spinning and swirling in their sockets.
“Ahm mister white Christmas~! I’m Mister Snow~! Boop! BOOP! BE-DOOP! Pumpernickel and Mud Sandwich! My favorite…!” Radio drabbled on about utter nonsense as he saw the stars and birdies float on by. His scary demeanor was replaced with an amusing clownish one.
The small boy looked at Radio and smiled. “Well of course he belongs in diapers. What a silly question.”
The kid grinned, showing his bright pearly whites.
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Blair nodded to the toddler. “He sure does…” before hefting Radio over his shoulder and then dumping the drooling dummy onto a padded mat.
Peeling off the twittering twerps pink paint covered shorts Blair grabbed one of the extra fluffy super padded diapers that were on display and unfolded it under Radio’s rear end.
“Yup, This should hold him.” Blair smiled before pulling the diaper tightly up and securing it with the tapes snugly just under Radio’s belly button. “Now these are some puffy diapers, look at how round your butt is!” Blair said to Radio not sure if the vacant stare he was getting from the other boy meant he was in dreamland or just confused by the stars orbiting his head.
“But…” Blair began talking aloud not sure if Radio was understanding. “Just cause we’ve got your soggy bum back in baby pants doesn’t mean you will learn a lesson. You practically belong in these anyway. So, let’s make sure you learn your lesson.”
Whipping off Radio’s shirt and socks Blair then took the bonnet from around teddy bears head and tied that around Radio’s head, fastening it with a complicated bow under the smaller boy’s chin.
Then he took a bib with a target on the centre and tied it around Radio’s neck. He then added a pair of mittens which lacked any thumbs and booties, both from the bear, to Radio’s outfit before he grabbed a pair of crystal-clear plastic pants from the pile of clothes next to the diaper display.
“Time for some fun, Wittle Wadio!” He snickered with glee.
Blair grabbed a water balloon quick filler which attached to a hose pipe and filled and tied eight water balloon at once and plonked it into the plastic pants before pulling the pants around Radio’s ankles and then yanking them up the boy’s legs.
Starting the water running Blair moved Radio to the large bounce house, shaped like a castle, in the Centre of the store. It was currently full of kids all running around and knocking into each other and bashing and crashing around with a din of childish abandon. Blair smiled as the balloons filled with water and popped off the hose attachment safely fastened inside Radio’s plastic pants.
When the final balloon was finished Blair gave Radio a quick squirt with the hose to wake him up before shouting to the whole bouncy castle.
“As long as nobody bursts those balloons your diaper will stay totally dry, Big Bully Radio!”
Blair then teleported into the house and gave Radio a quick shove to send him stumbling towards a group of toddler girls who had been huddle in a corner so they wouldn’t get hurt.
“Why don’t you teach a sissy a lesson?” Blair said flashing his winning smile and a wink to the girls.
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Radio was loopy and dumb throughout the entire change. When he was sprayed with water and shoved back, his brain got to chugging along yet again and he found himself sitting on his diapered rump, wobbling with a strange sense of euphoria hanging over head.
He then shook that off when Blair shouted to the girls about being taught a lesson. His eyes widened and he blinked before blushing and looking down at himself.
“EEEEEEEEK~! NO! NOT AGAIN!” He screamed and stood up, covering himself and sticking his diapered booty out for all the toddlers to gaze at.
The girls in the area stared at him before getting the okay to tease him. They all smiled and began to circle around him, giggling cutely as they stepped ever closer to the embarrassed and trapped boy.
“So, you gonna push us around and tease us looking like that?” One toddler girl asked.
Radio’s pupils shrunk and sweat covered his brow. He turned pretty pale too.
“I… uh… h-hey now… d-d-don’t do anything we’ll regret…!” Radio chuckled nervously, waving his hands out.
“We won’t.” Another girl said. Then she jumped and went to shove at Radio. The boy screamed like a scared little girl himself and turned to run. Her hands ended up pressing against his butt and popping two of the water balloons inside his diaper, making his butt flood with water immediately.
“HEEEEEK!” Radio bounced along as his diaper sagged in the back. Another girl jumped and latched onto Radio’s head, giving him a super rough noogie that made steam come from his head. “AAAAAUGH! STAAAAHP! THAT HURRRRRRTSSSS!”
“Don’t do it to us then!” She said back.
“AAAAAH! PAIN! NOOOGIE HURTIE WURTIE MOMMY!” Radio whined, flinging tears everywhere as he stumbled about. Two more girls grabbed his legs and he fell forward, smacking his face onto the floor and popping three more water balloons.
The flooded diaper sloshed about and he was plump down below. Another girl pressed her foot to his diaper and began spinning him around like a top!
“AAAAAAH! D-D-DIZZZZYYYYY~!” He screamed before she punted him, popping more of the balloons, and watching his bloated diapered self roll like a pinball around the room.
He then screamed as the bouncy castle got more and more unstable for him. He was being bounced across the area and kicked back and forth like a beach ball. He’d bounce off the floor and off the net before being kicked and punted again. Sometimes they’d hit his diaper but other times they’d hit him in the face or the jaw.
By now he was loopy and seeing stars again.
“Twinkle tinkle in my diapeee~! How I wonder what’s a dump doing in my tea party~!” Radio sang his own lyrics to the dizzy parade he was seeing in his head.
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Blair oofed and winced a little on Radio’s behalf, well through uproarious laughter, but still seeing the little bloated behind being thumped, dumped and bounced throughout the castle was a site to behold.
“Now that it was being accompanied by its own dorky theme tune it’s even better.” Blair grinned as Radio splooshed past him, soggy diaper spiraling over the smaller boy’s bonneted head.
Watching the boy pinball with a loud squish off every surface Blair grinned and prepared the next phase of Radio’s trip round the mall.
“And he’ll need a way to get around…” Blair laughed bouncing to the exit.
He returned quickly with a large stroller, a basketball net and a now stuffed diaper bag. Placing the net above the stroller’s seat Blair reclined the seat so Radio would be landing flat and therefore easier to change the tall boy shouted to the girls who were currently passing the balloon butt around the castle by bouncing his head and butt off the walls and floor.
“Ten points if you can nail the basket!” Blair said opening one of the mesh sides of the castle.
True the girls could miss and send Radio flying somewhere unexpected but Blair was more concerned as to whether or not Radio’s super saturated soggy pants would fit through the net.
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“BWAAAAAAAAH! NOOOOOOOO~!” Radio screamed while his eyes went all swirly and whirly.
He found himself spewing spit and snot from his nose as the next punt he got sent him shooting on over towards the waiting net. His bloated diaper definitely did not look like it was going to fit but when he came crashing down into it, the squishing sound and the sloshing it made almost made it seem like he’d slide through it.
Instead though, he simply got stuck half-way in. His legs were dangling up and his face was mushed against his diaper. His eyes were swirling and crossing into one another. He could hardly breath with his nose and mouth pressed against his soggy diaper crotch the way it was.
Not to mention, his hands were dangling down too, making the position ever more awkward and strange. He couldn’t figure a way out. He also looked positively ridiculous.
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The dangling Radio was ripe for the pickings, Blair spread a dry diaper under the smaller boy.
“Somebody needs a new pair of Huggies!” The boy teased Radio. “But he’s all stuck…” Blair grabbed a baseball bat. “Let’s get him through!”
He raised up the bat and with a thwack and a soggy splat connected with Radio’s head, diaper or both sending the boy down into the waiting stroller wetly and limply.
“Another public diaper change, what a wimp!” Blair chuckled as he peeled the soaked diaper from Radio.
Quickly replacing the soaked diaper with another dry extra stuffed and fluffy diaper Blair kicked the stroller back into its seated position and tightly buckled the shorter lad in.
“And I think it’s time for some-baby’s din-dins in the Food Court.” Blair said pushing the stroller past the bouncy castle. “Wave bye-bye to your baby sitters…” Blair grinned pointing to the toddler girls who had slammed the diapered derp around.
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“BWUAGAGH!” Radio fell through the hoop and was seated properly in the stoller. His mouth hung open and stars replaced his pupils as a nice clean bump appeared on his head. He sat up and wobbled where he was before facing the girls and waving goodbye, spewing drool everywhere as he did so. “GUD BYE! TANKS FER BEATIN’ MY DUMB DIAPER BUTT! DURRRRR~!” Radio called back before sighing and flopping in his stroller, twitching a bit with fluttering eyes. He was so sing-song happy in his derpy knocked cuckoo state.
Just “Cuckoo! Cuckoo!” was being heard throughout his head over and over again. It was so nice.
The girls all giggled and laughed at Radio’s send off, waving goodbye themselves. He was much better as a baby than a jerk.
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Blair paraded Radio through the mall, up an elevator to the food court, only stopping as soon as he was in the glass box with the drooling diapered dweeb to say
“I sure hope you don’t make stinkies in your diapers again…” as soon as the doors shut.
Radio’s tweeting and blurbing as a response was enough to make most of the people in the crowded elevator subtly hold their breath although several of the younger children openly pinched their noses closed just in case.
Blair then wheeled the gurgling goober into the food court and flumped him into a waiting high chair, making sure to keep his hands locked below the tray so that the smaller need could do nothing to stop his meal from coming.
“Would you like some chocolate pudding, Count Dorkula?” Blair teased the shorter boy before pulling back the waistband of Radio’s diaper and emptying a pudding cup down it. “Well it’s just gone straight through you!” Blair grinned.
Taking a rubber nipple from a baby bottle Blair snapped it in front of the trapped twerp’s nose.
“Don’t worry, if solid food is a bit rich, we can get you a nice relaxing drink instead.” The taller boy grinned evilly at Radio.
In front of the watching assembled crowd Blair then fixed the nipple to another bottle before slapping it into Radio’s mouth and ripping the bottle back.
This was no baby bottle however, this was a bottle of Captain Chilli’s Extra Hot Habanero Hot Sauce.
“Hope your hungry!” Blair snickered loudly as the firebrand of flavour worked its way into Radio’s mouth.
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“Derp Derp Doodle Doooo~!” Radio muttered out. He wasn’t able to speak without spewing spit and slobber everywhere, so that was fun.
It wasn’t until he was settled in his high chair with the pudding down his diaper did he have an immediate reaction to his surroundings. He felt a shiver go up his spine and his senses start to fluctuate between aware and unaware.
He was still in his baby brained state of mind though, so when the bottle of super spicy hot sauce was offered, he accepted it like a young baby awaiting it’s nipple would and began sucking down on it as though it were delicious formula.
Radio’s face began to sweat and then it began to redden. Eventually though, he felt his face and body heat up all at once. His stomach rumbled and roared and his eyes shot open, suddenly going swirly from a different sensation all together!
Steam shot from both his nose and his ears and with a Tom and Jerry scream of pain, he yelled to high heaven and blasted out of his seat, running in mid-air with his hands to his cheeks and spewing fire from his mouth.
“HOOOOOOT! BURRRRNSSSSS~! AAAAAAAAAAH!” Radio screamed and began running forward in his diaper with his hands flailing. He tried to find something to douse his throbbing mouth in and immediately jumped and landed inside of a slushie machine! He was spun around inside of it while it was crushing ice with his legs kicking and his diaper butt wiggling about too. He ended up clogging up the machine with his big head and was left muffled and stuck…
Everyone in the food court was staring at this with amazement. What a weird thing that just happened. It didn’t take long for most of the children to start laughing though.
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Blair watched the scene play out in front of him proudly.
“It’s just so nice when something you have planned works out better than expected.”
Moving up to the slushy machine Blair grabbed the largest sized cup he could before pointing to the pair of kicking legs.
“One Dweeb-flavoured mega size.” He said pointing to Radio’s diapered sagging behind.
The machine didn’t exactly roar into life but instead clicked, it was the sound of the clogged mechanisms trying to turn with this little twerp in the system. However once enough pressure was built in the slushy syrup swirlers they quickly spun the boy around before spitting him out the top with a pa-toot!
Blair watched Radio sail through the air in a splurge of icy blue and green splurge. Holding the bucket out in front of himself the boy grinned. “Here he comes.” And with his best Bugs Bunny impression. “I better catch him.” Blair laughed holding the bucket in one arbitrary direction as Radio’s poor battered bonce bounced off the floor.
“Ain’t he a stinker?”
Blair then watched as Radio’s momentum spun him back onto his head. Taking the cardboard bucket the taller lad slammed it all the way over Radio’s head and down over his shoulders pinning his arms.
Placing a hand on Radio’s back Blair then whispered into Radio’s ear.
“Ice won’t help with the burning in your mouth you need something thicker, like milk.” Blair then pointed to some toddlers and babies who were drinking their bottles. “You should take it. You need it more than them.”
Blair then pushed Radio a couple of steps forward and grinned. It should be fun to watch them kick Radio’s swollen round butt square.
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Radio’s brain was rattled and frozen. It was the most epic brain freeze imaginable. He shivered and his teeth chattered as he was covered in the slimey goop from the slushie machine. His body had turned blue and he was covered in frost.
He couldn’t even really react or protest when he was pushed forward towards all the little kids looking for a jerk to punt around.
His big cold butt was kicked around the food-court like a hockey puck. The ice on him made him skid along the floor super-fast too.
“YAY! This is fun!” One of the boys shouted, booting Radio in the diapered butt when he slid his way again.
“My turn! My turn!” Another kid shouted, kicked him in the gut when he was sent over towards him.
Eventually, Radio spun out of control and smashed into the slushie machine yet again. This time, the top came off and the ice poured down on top of his body.
The kids who had been kicking him around grew slightly concerned and went over to dig him out.
When they did, what they saw surprised them.
Radio was frozen solid. He was an ice sculpture with clenched teeth and crossed-eyes. He was still conscious and completely aware of his surroundings but he was stuck in a weird, almost ballerina-esque pose, unable to move.
“Whoa… he turned into a diaper baby sculpture.” One of them said, knocking on his hardened ice skin.
Radio merely murmured under his breath, trying to speak but unable to…
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Blair shook his head slowly. Radio had been trounced by toddlers and now iced by infants.
It was almost a charity what he was going to do now. Slip sliding the pirouetting pipsqueak across the mall to the daycare that was located on the ground floor Blair left Radio in the reception area.
He then filled in the application for the smaller boy paying special attention to mention the thicker diapers he required and the complaining about he wouldn’t need them once he was thawed out.
Rolling the boy to underneath a heater he then slowly turned up the heat.
“Yup, a diaper change, a bath and a nap, and that should be the first things they do to you.” Blair told the Radio-sicle.
Blair then finished the application by signing Radio in as a troublesome tot who’d lie about his potty training, be a bully and require extra spanks to keep him in line.
Then with a quick selfie, for the magazines and web sites, Blair strolled out of the Day Care with a whistle.
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The heat rising from Radio’s head melted the very top part of it just a bit but not enough for it to be anything significant.
The poor angry and bitter child was left there, frozen in his diaper, experiencing what frozen wee around your front felt like and the angry gurgling rumble in his tummy due to drinking hot sauce and knowing how fiery of an explosion his backside was about to have in a bit. That would only validate everything Blair wrote on the note.
As he was found out and cooed at by the caretaker, he let out a whining moan before being dragged inside.
He was going to really hate what the magazines on the racks at the mall had to publicize about him this time.
