Me and Falz-pc are back to continue the war between Radio and Blair. Who will win this time?
It was a bright and beautiful day at the Cathartic Carnival Theme Park. This was an especially good day to be at the park since it was actually a Monday. People didn't usually go to these kinds of places at the beginning of the week. Even when it was Summer Vacation, Fridays and Saturdays were still the time to watch out for.
That said, the place still had a ton of people around. Thankfully, the elbow room wasn't lacking and the lines were actually reasonable in their length. Sounds like an Urban Myth, but it was true.
That made it all the more mystifying why young Radio was cutting the line.
"Hey!" One smaller little boy spoke up when Radio scooted in front of him.
"Sorry. Did I bump into you?" Radio turned back, pretending that something else entirely was the problem.
"You just-! He just cut in front of me!" The boy snapped and pointed at Radio. Radio smiled and shook his head, eyeing the woman in charge of the ride.
"Sorry about his loudness ma'am. He's trying to cut the line so he feels he can blame other people for doing it first. It's a little trick I see kids do all the time." Radio said with a fake sigh. He sounded so sure of himself and convincing that it was easy to believe him. Not helping was the fact that Radio was clearly the older of the two. People usually tended to think the younger children were whiners while the older ones acted more mature.
Radio was taking full advantage of that. Pretty much all the kids in this line were younger than him. Or at least all the ones who were ahead of him were. He managed to cut to the front with only this kid having the nerve to speak up. The rest didn't want a bigger kid hitting them.
"Calm down kid. He's just one space ahead of you. It's fine." The woman responded.
The little boy behind Radio whimpered and pouted. Radio turned to face him and stuck out his tongue, making a mean stink face at him.
"Bleh! Too bad. If only you weren't a little brat compared to me." Radio teased, happy that he managed a successful cut in front of a medium sized line. It was petty but so was he...!
Blair tugged at the strap of the shortalls he was wearing. It was coming to the end of summer and his mother had insisted that he “get the wear” out of all his old clothes before back to school shopping next week.
And that was how he found himself in the theme park wearing a pair of light denim shortalls and an old wrestling shirt. At least his boxers were his usual mostly mature Spider-Man ones.
Traipsing along, scuffing his bright white sneakers, as he decided what to do. Blair found himself at the back of a line of smaller kids, many of whom were wearing outfits not too dissimilar to himself, and most of them seemed quite unhappy.
“...just cut in line...”
“Stupid smug bully...”
“...made me sound like a stupid baby...”
“He’s the whiny baby”
Were the fragments of sentences that the taller boy heard. Looking to the front of the line Blair saw that the culprit was that little kid who kept getting stuck in diapers...Rambo? Roddy? Rally? Radio… at the start of summer.
Blair had been in such mischief and had some other adventures of his own that he could only just remember the name of the kid who’s summer vacation he’d probably ruined.
“Well, if it’s a whooping he’s a wanting...” Blair said to the line, who looked back at him either disinterested or disbelieving due to his outfit. “It’s a whooping he’ll get.”
Blair started to move through the line to get at Radio only to find himself rebuffed by some of the kids not willing to give another big kid free cuts in line.
“Nice try shortalls, but we’re first...” Came the call from a pocket of little girls ahead of him.
Blair blushed and frowned but stayed put. He was going to use his teleportation power but there was no need to cause a scene yet.
If Radio didn’t notice him then he would get the little brat on the exit to the ride.
Finally, the ride was accepting new riders. The coaster had come back and it was time for some more seating.
Radio practically pranced his way in first, sitting at the very front with a wicked smirk on his face. He had to sit next to the disgruntled boy who he cut in front of but at least being second in line meant he still got the front car.
The other boys and girls behind him weren't as happy since the seats they thought they were getting had just been pushed back an extra person because of Radio's persistence. It wasn't the best way to start a ride that was supposed to elevate you to heights of epicness and happiness.
Radio was beaming though. At least someone was happy.
He was grinning as the bar lowered and he turned to make a stink face at all the kids who didn't get on this particular coaster ride. As he made the face though, his eyes managed to catch a glimpse of his old rival, Blair.
Unlike Blair, Radio remembered both his name and face and seeing it made his blood boil to a volcanic overflow. As the coaster was about to take off, he tried his best to flash his eye power into Blair's head to get him under his control.
If he got him in time, hopefully the mental hypnosis power Radio had would make Blair desperately need to guzzle truck fulls of water.
A suitably chastised Blair slumped his way into the back of the coaster. Sure, it wasn’t the front of the ride but at least it was the second most exciting place in the ride.
He stared across the cars at Radio, trying to think of an ingenious way to make the little squirt pay for pushing in line. He would have to wait for the pipsqueak to make a mistake...but Blair knew that wouldn’t be long.
His eyes seemed to meet Radio’s at just the wrong second. For the smaller kid appeared to have an aura pulsing through his peepers that shot straight down Blair’s optical nerve to his brain.
Suddenly his mouth was as dry as the Sahara and all he wanted to do was down a bucket of refreshing ice cold water.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option for most kids as they were being securely buckled into the ride. Blair wasn’t like any other kid though. Whilst his initial thought was just to leave the line instead he used his teleportation power to crackle to a bottle of water just in his eye line, swipe it, and then crackle back to his seat in the coaster.
Rubbing the bridge of his nose, close to his eyes, Blair tried to figure out what had happened as he mindlessly began guzzling down the water.
With a shrug he finished the bottle and tossed it into a nearby trash can but almost instantly regretted it. He was instantly thirsty again...
“Can’t do much about it now...” Blair coughed as the ride began to trundle off. “At least this will be fun.”
"Ah damn." Radio muttered, leering behind him with a disgruntled angry glare. He couldn't exactly make complete eye contact with Blair while they were on this fast moving coaster and because Blair was so far in the back, there were too many heads in the way that doing so and landing on the one he wanted would have been impossible.
Still, from the way he went to snag that water, it told him that his mental suggestion had been a success. Good.
Radio smirked as the ride took off and the kids got to yell and scream, enjoying their dangerous looking loop-de-loops and all the corkscrews they were going through. It was fast. It was intense. It made Radio a little dizzy too...!
Eventually, the ride came to a stop and Radio stumbled out of it like a drunk, eyes rolling and hair all messed up.
"Uuughh... th-that was... something... gotta steady myself fast though. I know for a fact that was that asswipe Blair...!" Radio snarled, wobbling about as though he had two left feet.
Blair had cheered, called and coughed his way around the ride. Whilst he and Radio were probably the oldest two on the coaster it still looped, dived, and plunged its way around the track. And yet! As most kids were wobbling off on jelly legs, Blair had a purpose in mind.
Well, two. The first was to get a drink of water. The second was to get Radio.
The wobbling little jerk had taken smaller less steady steps than Blair who managed to cut the distance between the two.
He was almost close enough to grab the short ass but Blair’s attention was totally diverted by the drinking fountain next to a teenage girl dressed as a butterfly fairy.
Blair turned his head as if to leer dopily at the girl but instead moved straight to the water fountain and to a large thirsty drink.
Lifting his head up after a long drink he saw the girl smile at him and Blair returned with his finest smile back. The character actresses expression totally changed as she saw the confident Blair move from behind the water fountain.
Instead of looking at him as if he was alright, her expression changed as if he was an oochie-coochie cutie pie in his shortalls.
Blair felt his confidence take a hit as even his ears blushed. Turning away quickly he realised he had completely lost sight of Radio.
That was what needed his attention, not the gnawing knot in his stomach that wanted more water.
Radio had quite the hefty dizzy spell but it cleared up rather fast. Lucky for him, he managed to sneak in that suggestive hypnosis on Blair fast enough for it to not come back and bite him in the butt when he got off the ride.
Now that Radio had recovered, he was on alert. That's why he managed to duck and cover behind some bushes before peering through them to take a gander at his surroundings. He made sure to locate Blair and did so rather quickly.
Just catching the sight of Blair's backside in those shortalls that made his butt look like the bubble bottom of a toddler made him giggle.
"I don't know what happened to him since the last time we met but he's downgraded to toddler clothes... somehow." Radio smirked. "Oh well. Just makes observing what's going down easier... now then, time to see if the water boy can spring a little leak."
Radio snuck through the bushes and grabbed a large feathery leaf off a nearby bush. With it, he snuck through the bushes and managed to end up right beside Blair as he sucked down that water at the fountain.
With a quick little swish of his hand, Radio pushed the large leaf through the bushes and began to lightly brush it against Blair's backside in an attempt to tickle him.
Blair’s red hot blush from the combination of the water fountain, the character actress, and his own shortalls definitely dented his usual danger detection sense.
The denim which was stretched so tightly around his waist and legs was slightly looser around his backside due to the fact that they were too small for him.
Of course that meant on the initial swipe of Radio’s tickling touch the older boy barely felt a thing. It was akin to a fly or other such insect brushing past Blair. As the feather’s light tickling continued Blair began to squirm about uncomfortably, his face betraying the ticklish side of him as he swung around to find the culprit; his waterlogged stomach feeling like it was sloshing around as he did so.
Due to the speed of his movement Blair grabbed for the leaf. As he whipped around Blair would have looked like an uncomfortable toddler squirming as he got a drink before turning about with his hands over his crotch trying to prevent an accident.
The red face from the blush would only have added to the look so Blair attempted to confidently grab for the leaf.
What he wanted to do was assert some level of authority over the situation. Instead his voice sounded like was a rather frustrated little kid when he squeaked.
“Stop tickling me!”
It couldn’t have been less mature if Blair had stomped his foot at the same time.
Radio couldn't help but giggle. Unfortunately for Blair, he made a huge mistake reaching for that leaf. Now he was at eye level with Radio again!
"BOO!" Radio popped from the bushes and spooked Blair before his eyes flashed into Blair's yet again. This time he added to Blair's desire for water with another one! Blair was now to constantly spread his legs and to never try and hold himself when doing the potty dance. It was a very specific order. No doubt people would wonder why Blair would now be walking around with his legs spread.
However, so long as Radio knew, that was enough.
Blair jumped back with surprise as Radio whammied him again with his power. Unfortunately, the taller boy had leapt straight back against the water fountain.
What was even worse was the fact that someone else had been using it. Even worse still was the fact that the girl who had been standing at the fountain was filling a water bottle. So as Blair flew backwards the rear of his shortalls splashed into the water flow soaking him from back to butt.
Blair’s momentum meant that even his hair was wet and as he stood up he affected the bow legged stance that he was now compelled to do.
Blair’s luck, the fluke of dumb luck, meant that not only had most people in the vicinity seen his little dive but the splash all over his back meant that it didn’t look like he had an accident.
But with the way Blair could feel most peoples questioning eyes on him, with his outfit and his stance, the taller lad could almost feel those questions building in their minds.
Now he had Radio in his sight, exposed and in the open. Blair’s desire for water drove his next move.
Snatching the water bottle from the bemused girl he threw the contents at Radio, the girl and some of the crowd.
Trying to sound as cheerful as possible Blair tried to recover with a yell of, “Water-FIGHT!”
Radio was busy giggling to himself when he saw Blair react the way he did. However, he gasped in surprise when the water bottle was tossed at him rather than guzzled down like he expected.
Radio practically had to duck and dive forward in order for the bottle to miss... unfortunately, it didn't completely. The water ended up spraying out and splashed against his butt too.
Radio stood up and looked behind himself with an angry gasp. He even blushed a little.
"Oh... you're so gonna pay for that!" Radio snapped and ran right at Blair, tackling him and tumbling along the ground. "I'll give YOU a water fight!" Radio snarled and snatched a water pistol from one of those carnival games where you have to spray water at a moving target to get it to fall and win a prize. He snatched it while a kid was about to pick it up and play which meant it was full of water to spray.
Only, it didn't end up going towards the targets in the booth. Instead, Radio angrily shoved it into Blair's mouth and pulled the trigger, filling him up with water like Blair was some kind of balloon!
Blair glubbed as the water pistol was shoved into his mouth and the trigger was pulled. Whilst some the water was drunk, there was no physical way that he could have swallowed it all.
His stomach was already sloshing about like some sort of over full water balloon. Instead, Blair coughed and spluttered the water exploding out of his mouth and even some coming out of his nose.
Fortunately, as Radio was standing, it was a simple act to bring his feet up under the smaller guy’s legs and toss him backwards, straight into the pistol shooting gallery!
With a cough, wheeze, and a snort Blair handed the pistol back to the kid Radio had snatched it from.
“That little butt looks like a target, right?” The black haired boy asked affecting his bow legged stance.
As the kids took aim, Blair’s bladder began to sing out for relief. Casting a look around the teleporter began to search for the nearest bathroom.
Radio yelped as he was violently flipped into the carnival game. His face smashed into the target set up and his body slumped over it with his plump butt sticking out.
When Blair made the comment about his butt being a target, the disgruntled boy with the water pistol smirked and happily took aim at Radio’s behind.
"OooOoOOoooohh..." Radio groaned, his eyes rolling in their sockets and his tongue out. He was hearing little bells in his head right before he was snapped out of it when a deluge of cold water sprayed against his bum! "AAAAAAAAH!"
Radio screeched and began kicking about. The adult behind the counter found this funny and gave the boy a plushie for successfully hitting the much bigger, much rounder "target" on his game.
Radio snarled with rage and pushed himself off, falling onto his wet bottom and sprung up. He was dripping wet down below but it was all in the back. It'd be easy to play off falling into a puddle or something. However, if Blair made it to the bathroom then he'd waste his intended revenge!
Radio jumped over the counter, ignoring the boy that was hugging his new plushie, and rushed towards Blair, pumping his fists while seething in anger. He tried to jump and wrap his arms around his neck for a head-lock. No way he'd make it to the bathroom under his watch.
Blair hadn’t been idle whilst Radio was finding his butt in the firing, watering line.
The teleporter had spotted the bathroom and used his power to disappear with his usual crackle of energy. What he hadn’t been prepared for was the sudden charge from Radio with his wild eyes pouncing at his neck.
The shorter boy was either a fraction too late or just a fraction too short, as instead of wrapping his tight, vice like grip around Blair’s neck, his arms passed through as Blair disappeared to his target location.
The only thing that Radio managed to grab was the collar of Blair’s shirt.
With the straps on his shortalls no longer occupying the same space it meant that Radio had pulled the garment off of Blair when the taller boy landed in his target location at the Boys Toilet.
Not that Blair was particularly worried that he was now dressed as a lil country bumpkin as he dashed to the urinal. He was already fiddling with the buckles on his outfit as he turned his back on his opponent.
Radio looked over the shirt in his hand with mild confusion on his face. He growled and rung it with his hands in anger before hoisting it over his neck and stomping his way into the bathroom.
He'd be damned if his carefully planned out humiliation was ruined like this. What would be the point of the last two commands? He was walking along the area before he caught wind of Blair trying to unbuckle the shortalls.
Radio grinned and rushed forward. He whirled the shirt around like a lasso and flung it around Blair's neck before pulling back. "Ah Ah Ah. Who told you that you could enter the toilet?!" He sounded so menacing. The limit on Radio's commands hadn't yet been reached just yet. He could initiate another one if Blair looked him in the eye again.
Blair had his shortalls unbuckled as his own discarded shirt whipped around his neck. Letting go of the garment, the shortalls fell to the floor and pooled around his feet.
As he felt the extra weight trying to drag him backwards the commanded bow legged stance he had been forced to adopt gave him quite a solid base.
Not that it helped as the shortalls around his feet and Radio around his neck yanked the boy onto his boxer shorted backside and he landed with a heavy thump.
Had the fall been any higher or onto anything harder Blair would have not been able to maintain control of his bladder as it was. There was a tiny release of pee into his boxers but it should have been so small as to not be noticeable.
Blair grasped the shirt with both hands and instead of looking back, he pulled the whole thing forward.
“Nobody tells me what to do!” He snarled defiantly trying to pull Radio off balance.
"Whoa! AAAH!" Radio yelped as he was tugged forward. He stumbled and ended up smacking against Blair's body from behind, slumping over his head. "Urgh! Bad move bringing me closer to you!" Radio snapped, now wrapping his arms around Blair's head to hold him in a headlock. "I'll put you to sleep and make you wet yourself while unconscious if I have to!" Radio laughed to himself just imagining it.
He wasn't put off by how ridiculous this struggle was looking between the two of them.
“Funny how the little diaper boy’s brain went straight to his bedwetting...do you have a problem?” Blair growled.
From his seated position the headlock that Radio had Blair in wasn’t as debilitating as the shorter boy would have liked.
With a gentle kick off his feet Blair freed his toes of the shortalls and then quickly yanked the whole thing over Radio’s head!
“Let’s keep those eyes of yours out of trouble...”
With Radio now trapped in a denim shortall sock, Blair boosted himself and the struggling lump that was Radio, back towards the sink.
“Now, as you didn’t want me to go into the stall, let’s give you a little bath in the sink!”
Radio squirmed around, stepping about like a drunkard as he couldn't see through the denim of the shortalls. "HEY! KNOCK IT OFF! LET ME GO!"
He screamed this as he was pushed forward, trying to jerk away. Each time he did, he did so with caution. Due to his lack of eyesight, his willingness to just shoot off from Blair was being hampered.
"AUGH! Forget it!" Radio snapped and decided to take his chance anyway. He roughly jerked away from Blair and, as he feared, ended up bashing his face against the rim of the bathroom door. Blair could see the stars floating around Radio's head as he stumbled back and fell into Blair, now being pushed forward.
Blair struggled to keep control, mostly of the jerking fish in the sack he was holding onto, but also of his own bladder which had gone past the point of singing for relief and was instead screaming.
A couple of Radio’s more violent jerks caused a few more almost-whimpers and definitely a few more losses in control resulting in Blair’s boxers having a very distinct wet circle on their crotch.
But as the smaller boy went limp, Blair draped Radio over the sink, pouring him out of the shortalls as he did.
Blair quickly finished relieving himself in the urinal before returning to the little problem in the sink.
With not much option Blair redressed himself in the outfit, minus his now ripped shirt and checked that the wet spot wasn’t visible.
“At least not on me...” Stuffing Radio’s round rear under the faucet Blair turned on the water as he decided what else to do to get revenge.
"AAAAUGH!" Radio scrambled about, flailing as he had water poured onto his butt and due to the scrunched up nature of the sink, was now coated in water from butt to head. "AAAUAGH! GLUG! GLUG! GLUG!" Radio gasped and stammered as the water from the sink flowed into his mouth and made him swallow it in order to keep from choking.
He tried his absolute best to force his way out and eventually managed to reach over and grab the suspenders of Blair’s shortalls. He angrily yanked Blair forward and made his face smash against the mirror in front of the sink!
Blair had been slowly looking for things to do to Radio, all the while trying to deal with his insatiable thirst for water.
He had almost wished he had ran into the family bathroom as he could have found some diapering supplies for the little squirt.
Although, at that thought, Blair once again looked down at his shortalls to try and check that there was no dark telltale circle around the crotch of his own denim outfit.
Seeing a Whack-A-Mole game outside the bathroom Blair was about to teleport there and grab a mallet when he heard Radio shout as the water hit the shorter boy.
“Everything ok, my little drip?” Blair asked trying to sound more confident.
Then he felt the two strong little hands on the suspenders of his shortalls. With no time to set himself to hold his weight against Radio, Blair was spun and crashed bodily into the mirror.
At least he was no longer thirsty for water. Being as Blair was now smashed head first into the mirror. His momentum caused him to take one step back and he stood with a gap-tooth looking, funny smile, dazed at the reflective surface.
Radio panted and growled at Blair, still angry. However, his anger subsided a tad when he saw the goofy look on Blair's face. With an evil grin, Radio scrambled to sit himself up right in the sink and stood on the counter with his hands on his hips, dripping from head to toe in water. "I'm just fine. You don't look so well though."
He jumped off the counter and grabbed Blair by the straps of his shortalls, pulling his derpy, loopy face closer to his. It was so close he could steal a kiss if he wanted.
"You wanna have more fun? Let's go for a ride!" Radio smirked and began to harshly jerk Blair out of the bathroom, watching with amusement as the dizzy boy stumbled by his feet. He went on over towards the teacup ride and saw the operator of it checking on the controls.
Radio smiled and stomped up to him. "Hello there. My friend is an idiot. Can he ride your ride so that he can shake the rocks out of his skull?"
The teacup operator raised a brow. "S-Sorry kid. We're just doing maintenance on this ride. It's closed for today. Were I to turn it on, it'd probably send kids shooting out of it like baseballs."
"Perfect." Radio smirked, flashing his eyes into the eyes of the man. "I want you to turn the ride on and let it spin at its fastest setting and have no problem with it!"
"Okay." The man nodded. "Sure. Whatever." He sounded bored. It was funny because he didn't sound hypnotized but most never did. People were usually aware of the hypnosis unless Radio specified that they weren't by saying that they'd have no problem with what they're doing.
Radio pushed Blair forward and dumped him into the first tea cup he saw so that his legs and butt stuck out of it. Radio then hopped off the area and gave the okay.
The man at the controls turned the teacup ride on and rather amazingly, they began to speed into a spinning frenzy almost instantly. Things turned faster and faster as Radio watched on, grinning as he drummed his fingers together.
Blair could only slurp and nod at Radio’s words. He was lost in a haze of floating stars and swimming vision.
The shortalls and his glazed expression meant that even if the man in charge had questions about his mental faculties Blair wouldn’t have been in a position to argue the point.
As he was bundled into the teacup, Blair could hardly find the intelligence to right himself in the seat let alone stop Radio. So as he was dropped face first into the ride he quietly chimed in, “Hold tight, everybody!”
As Radio stepped back, Blair began to spin faster and faster. He became a blur of motion caught up in an almost cloud of dust as the unsecured ride began to whizz faster than it was ever supposed to.
“Aieeeeee!” Blair howled at first enjoying the ride before the terror of being out of control hit him.
With a woosh Blair skidded to the edge of the teacup. Then; the very next second; a slight mechanical jolt of the cup caused Blair to be launched skywards.
The taller boy arched upwards and away from Radio. He was shot through the air, covering a lot of distance until he began his downward descent heading towards a small train style roller coaster, designed for the youngest members of the family.
Blair hit the dirt feet first, then went over his head, over his feet, over his head, over his feet, and over his head like a stiff board until he finally came to rest at the back of the line for the ride with his tongue hanging out of his mouth and his eyes still spinning uselessly.
Radio belted out a round of laughter as he watched Blair fly. The way his body flopped about before ending in that line for kiddie coaster rides was priceless too. Radio knew in his heart that he had to keep this going.
The red headed boy trotted his way forward and poked at Blair's butt several times to push him forward, urging him to keep walking as the line closed itself off as each child got onto the ride next.
"This ride coming up looks like it'll be a ton of fun. I bet a dumb idiot boy like you will get a kick out of it." Radio said, harshly booting Blair in his butt to make sure he fell into the coaster.
Radio then smiled and yanked Blair up by his suspenders. "Whoops. Almost forgot. You get a special ride unlike any of the others here."
When the person in charge of securing the kids came around to Blair's kart, Radio quickly flashed into her eyes and made them walk around them. HE was handling this.
With that, he unbuckled his suspenders and tied them to the safety bar, pulling it down and "securing" it for him. "This little baby is all set. Get the ride going!"
With that, ride began to start. Radio, of course, didn't secure the bar to Blair's body. Instead, he tied the suspenders to them. It was dangerous, sure, but if Blair flew out of his suspenders and smacked into the cars behind him in his soaked boxers, he'd put on a glorious show for all those watching and waiting to get on next.
And if he just straight up fell from the coaster... well, he'd probably have a pretty bad headache. It'd be revenge for freezing him into a block of ice back at the mall!
Blair would have said he had been knocked gaga-loopy only his addled brain currently was unable to process the word loopy.
He offered no resistance as he was prodded along into the baby-coaster and even less as Radio sabotaged his shortalls and deposited him in the cart.
The baby coaster would normally only provide mild thrills and even less spills but today it was providing a real show.
Sometimes Blair would bundle up revealing some of his wet undies, other times he would practically show the entire train his soaked boxers.
Each bounce, trundle or tug would also enforce his almost defeated state. Then came the final twisting corkscrew.
The entire ride swung down and to the left and Blair pendulumed to the right and up, up, and up...!
… and AWAY, out of the shortalls, away out of the coaster ,and away out of the safety rails that would stop him from bashing and crashing into something hard and embarrassing.
But with the air whooshing around his ears, Blair’s survival instincts kicked in.
“Got to move...” He gurgled aloud.
There, just beyond the coaster, was a hall of mirrors. Picking a landing spot Blair crackled for the entrance and scrambled in. He had to do something to win back control. This could be his last chance.
Radio giggled and laughed as he watched the glorious show take place before him. With his butt plopped on the seat, he clapped his hands with excitement at the display of showmanship that Blair unwillingly did before him.
When Blair was flung out of his shortalls and spiraled in the air for all the onlookers to see, Radio snapped pictures of it with his phone. He was hoping to see Blair smash face and body first against something flat and hard before sliding down it like a cartoon character.
Or maybe smash through the ground and leave a body sized hole like Wil E. Coyote...
However, Radio's smile faded when he realized that Blair was making aims to clear his senses and have a significantly less hilarious landing. Radio growled to himself. This wasn't a happy instant of realization for him.
"Oh no you don't!" Radio snapped to attention, trudging back through the crowd and almost tripping over people's feet to try and reach the Hall of Mirrors to oversee his continued torment. He had a leg up on him. He couldn't lose it now!
Radio panted and gasped with his hands on his knees when he reached the Hall of Mirrors. When he wiped the drool from his parched mouth, he took a step inside. He was kind of thirsty after running through the park so much. Although, his cute little pot belly was sloshing about because it was full of sink water from earlier...
... Radio might find himself dealing with a bit of an ironic punishment soon if he weren't careful.
Either way, he didn't consider this at all before entering the Hall of Mirrors, stomping forward with determination and gritted teeth.
Blair’s landing had been less spectacular and more a stumbling mad dash. He was taking more steps now and even though he was naked, save for his wet boxer shorts, he still tried to keep his cool.
This was not easy as the warping mirrors simultaneously began stretching out his reflection revealing the very obvious accident to everybody or squashing down his reflection to the sort of toddler-like proportions he currently felt like.
Finally though he found himself heading towards a maze of mirrors with the exit at the far side. Sure, it would be a humiliating dash through the gift shop but if Blair was quick there would be shirts, possibly even shorts, to wear.
“And beyond that...possibly even a family bathroom to ditch these wet undies in!”
Blair muttered to himself as he skirted round the first three easy corners of the maze.
Radio shifted about the Hall of Mirrors as well, his plump stomach jiggling every which way as he went down the hall. It sounded like a little jug full of water. Each step Radio took made another bead of sweat appear on his forehead. He really was starting to feel the strain coming.
There was probably a bathroom in the gift shop coming up but if he stopped to use it, odds were he'd lose sight of Blair and he really didn't want to do that. He needed to find him and ambush him before that...!
Radio took a different path in the maze and turned 3 easy corners as well... right before bumping noses with Blair and falling onto his butt!
"OW! Hey! Watch where you're... AH!" He gasped and pointed at the wet boxer-clad boy before him.
Blair hadn’t found the maze as easy as he had hoped. This was mostly due to him trying to avoid any of the mirrors that stretched out his reflection rather than showing him as a tall looking almost adult figure instead. It just seemed to highlight the wet boxers that were so clammy around his waist.
Rounding some corners and trying to avoid anybody else so that they wouldn’t see his wet boxers, Blair was bundled into by a small lump of a boy who landed on his backside whilst making a familiar complaining noise.
“Radio?!?!” He exclaimed. “Awww, did you fall down and go boom?” Blair temporarily forgot his own state of dress when he saw the round little belly on the floor in front of him.
Blair grabbed Radio’s ankles and then pushed his feet up to his stomach squeezing Radio’s shoes up to his waist to compress the smaller boy’s tummy.
“So you wanted a war? Well time to get one.” Blair said trying to sound confident. The major problem he realised was that with Radio’s powers coming through his eyes and reflections everywhere it gave the shorter kid the advantage.
And as Blair didn’t see a landing point and couldn’t tell what was a reflection or not in this maze he may have nullified his own ability as well as boosting Radio’s!
Not that the taller boy was going to let Radio have a chance to whammy him again.
Grabbing hold of Radio’s shoes, Blair began to drag Radio along the floor, trying to bounce his back and head along it to keep his eyes unfocused, while heading to the exit of the maze.
"AAAH!" Radio yelped, scrambling in surprise when Blair began to drag him along. Radio winced, feeling the desire to go pee strike him hard suddenly. The water sloshing about in his gut was making him desperate, and his attempt to rub his legs and knees together to quell the pressure was being disrupted by Blair dragging him along like this. He had to turn this around!
That's when he noticed his advantage in this place. It hit him at just the right time too. He was about to seriously leak. He grinned though and focused his eyes onto the mirrors, smirking as his reflection leered the hypnosis signal all about the room in an attempt to lock onto Blair's line of sight.
If this hit, he knew what he'd force Blair to do. The desire for water was still chugging in Blair's mind most likely. It had gotten a tad weaker but with this suggestion, he was going to make it so Blair had a mission in mind. The ultimate clown show.
A nice hunt for a diaper at one of the gift shops and an epic display of wetting it before everyone. Than Radio would administer punishment accordingly. The whack-a-mole game was going to come in handy here.
He just had to make sure he didn't pee his shorts first.
Blair was trying to only look at his own reflection whilst trying to navigate his way through the maze.
He would give Radio an occasional but infrequent squeeze to make sure that the red haired boy would be off balance but also as uncomfortable as possible.
“It would also help if that little round belly would go splash...” Blair said looking down at Radio.
It was then that his foot hit a different feeling flooring. It was clean polished linoleum, the kind that was on the gift shop floor. He had made it out.
Grinning, Blair lifted his head to turn and push open the door behind him only to be greeted by his own reflection.
The end of the maze also had a mirror on it!
There, in the bottom corner of the mirror, was Radio’s eyes and his uncomfortable, pained face staring up at him.
Blair was a half second too long in looking away. The commands, the voice, they both whammied him and rattled around his brain.
With no other choice Blair pressed down on Radio’s stomach once more but he could feel the instruction take hold.
Blair suddenly felt the need to search the gift shops for a diaper for himself.
Radio was a bit panicked when he realized how close to the exit they were. All these mirrors and not one of them had his face locking eyes with Blair? The idea seemed so tailored to work against him, he thought he might be cursed!
Thankfully, an angel smiled upon the little demon child when the last mirror landed a direct hit. His new hypnosis suggestion hit Blair head on! Radio grinned and was about to uproariously laugh in Blair's face before he felt Blair smash down on his water jug of a gut!
"HOOOOF!" Radio's eyes crossed and he felt air expell from his gut... as well a trickle of pee coming out into his shorts! "HEEEEEEP!" Radio screeched, pupils crossing and face covered with sweat!
He needed to get to that gift shop too...! His need for a bathroom was overclocking! Both Blair and him were on a mission now. Radio scrambled about on the floor and kicked Blair away from him before scrambling to his feet and grabbing his crotch with both hands. "GOTTA PEEEEEEE~!" Radio screamed as he ran like Brook from One Piece whenever he'd run across the ocean; his legs were in a hilarious looking cartoon blur!
Blair’s mind took Radio’s instructions and when he landed on his backside with the red haired boy rushing past him, he let him go with only a dull thud.
Moving slowly, with purpose, Blair began to search the shelves of the gift shop for a diaper. Unsurprisingly, he didn’t find one in the first gift shop, it being designed to sell toys for the mirrors and mazes.
This meant that the teleporter had to move quickly from one shop to another searching each and finding nothing. He did however get himself a long shirt to wear which at least covered most of the stain on his boxers.
It was only at the final gift shop that which was closest to the entrance that Blair found any supplies which may have been promising. However, despite the gift shop selling outfits and bottles and souvenir bibs there were no diapers to be found for sale.
The thought, nay, the suggestion in Blair’s head though would not go away. Radio hadn’t commanded Blair to buy a diaper, he had been commanded to find one.
And in this gift shop full of baby accessories were plenty of families with babies and toddlers still in diapers exactly as Blair required.
Moving stealthily the black haired boy snuck to a stroller which housed a tall toddler, his hand slowly unzipped the diaper bag and reached in.
Failure… whilst the disposable texture and feel was definitely padding, the pull-up design was most definitely that of training pants, not a diaper.
Blair replaced the failed hunt item back into the change bag when he felt long thin strong fingers on his shoulder.
“What do you think you are doing, young man?” Asked the stern faced mother with her severe tight bob-cut.
“I’m hunting for a diaper.” Blair replied quickly and matter of factly.
The mother looked Blair up and down, lifting his ill-gotten shirt and nodded. “I see you are...” She said, not releasing her grip for one second. The woman directed Blair across to the wall which was full of souvenir towels. “These should do for you.”
The woman didn’t explain anything as she took three large white towels from the rack and then bent down next to Blair, who just adopted a wide stance like the voice in his head was commanding him too.
The mother took a pacifier from her bag and placed it in her own toddler’s mouth before folding one towel inside another to act as a soaker pad.
With a harsh stare the stern looking mother then applied baby powder to Blair’s backside. Lifting the towel around Blair’s bum she held it place as a makeshift diaper.
That was all the diaper Blair needed though. The words “before everyone” came to the floor and even though he had not long been to the bathroom, not long wet his shorts he took a deep breath and tried to pee.
Managing a slight dribble into the soaker pad just made the cloth diaper heavier and saggier. And the mother didn’t fail to notice.
Taking up the final towel she wrapped it around Blair as well before using a grabbing fastener to pull of the cloth diapers together and hold them tightly around Blair’s waist.
“No pants means no wallet I suppose.” The mother said grabbing Blair’s hand. “Then you are coming with me. I will pay, then I am taking you to the lost and found!”
As this was going on, Radio was on his own little adventure. He regretted not being there to lay witness to Blair's embarrassing escapades but the fact of the matter was that he was overflowing! Worse still, when Blair's commands were done, he'd return to normal. The command that he'd be thirsty for water was about a minute from being up too. He really had to hurry!
"Potty! POTTY! POTTTYYYYYY~!" Radio screamed, holding himself as he scurried through the first gift shop. When his mission for a bathroom failed, he rushed out, holding himself while leaving drops of pee in a trail behind him! His bladder was failing him. How ironic to pee his shorts when he did everything he could to make sure Blair did it first.
"Uuuuughhhhh~!" Radio whined as he found himself in the middle of the park, looking around while clenching his teeth. His eyes crossed and he bit his lip, feeling the pee seeping through his shorts and now his hands. His knees knocked together and started to pool a bit around his legs. "AAAAAAUGH!" Radio blushed, looking around and realizing that a few people were starting to give him weird looks! What could he do?!
Then... salvation! There in the distance, he saw something in the bushes. There they were. The shortalls that he mocked Blair for wearing earlier were laid there!
They were a little dirty and roughed up but that was expected due to having been tied to a coaster and then flung off from repeated friction!
Radio rushed on over towards it and nabbed them quickly while ducking behind the bushes. "AAAAAAAAAH!" Radio gasped, letting his tongue flop out as he let it all go and wet himself right there. "Ohhhhh yeeeaaaaaahhhh...."
When he was done he blushed a bit and started to change. He couldn't relax like this forever. A few of the kids he cut in line were watching this happen, much to his ignorance. They giggled as they stood at a distance, seeing him through the bushes as he undressed and tossed his wet shorts and undies behind him so that they'd flop onto the waste basket next to the bushes.
He then scurried and got the shortalls on. His socks were wet so he discarded them too. Unfortunately, his shoes were pretty expensive so he had to keep them and hopefully he'd be able to dry them off somewhere.
When he stepped out, he was ambushed by those kids and immediately shrieked! "EEEEP! Y-Y-YOUUU!"
"Heya!" The little boy who was at the front of his first ride waved happily at him. "Look at you. All dressed in a baby outfit like the brat you are!"
"Did you have a nice time peeing your shorts!" Another kid giggled.
Radio twitched and felt his face flush super red. "... A-Alright... f-fine... you win this round Karma..." He muttered to himself. "Out of the way. I've got somewhere to be!"
"Sure thing!" The boy smiled and walked past Radio, slapping his butt as he rushed off.
Radio jolted and grabbed his behind while standing on his tippy toes. "YEEP!" He hated this. How'd he find salvation wearing the same shortalls he mocked Blair for earlier! Was this some sort of sick joke! These things even looked a tad like they had been slightly wet in themselves... though whatever wetting spell happened earlier was assuredly dry by now.
"Whatever! No time to think about it. I have to find Blair before those commands end and finish this!" Radio snapped, rushing off while pumping his fists.
Blair’s insatiable thirst was finally starting to feel satiated. Now that he was in the diaper, and a wet one at that, his quest to find one was over. Even the desire to stand with his legs wide and apart was fading although with the triple thick cloth diaper pinned around his hips there wasn’t any other way for the boy to stand.
Whilst humiliated he still had a chance if he could at least break free of this severe annoyed mother he had bothered. Unfortunately, she hadn’t so much as let her iron grip slacken slightly as she dragged Blair to the front of the store to pay for the towels she had so effectively diapered him with.
Judging by the tightness of the straps on her own toddlers stroller she wasn’t of the opinion of letting “ Little ones” roam free.
So Blair found himself being frog marched across the Main Street of the amusement park, much to the amusement of parents and children alike, until the mother bodily lifted him up onto the counter.
“I’d like to report a missing child.” She prodded Blair’s backside with a humiliating squish. “This one.”
She didn’t even lower her volume when there was a distraction caused by a gaggle of smaller kids crowding around Radio not too far from the Lost and Found.
“He was hunting for diapers, and is already wet so will need something to keep these waterproof. But my big boy is already in trainers so I don’t have the plastic pants he needs.”
The amused girl behind the counter simply laughed as she saw Blair before looking through some supplies. “Weirdly I have just the thing.” She grinned returning with a form for the mother to sign in Blair.
As the severe woman did that, the teen on her vacation job, pulled out a large pair of white plastic pants with cars, planes and trains designs.
“These should hold you just in case there are any skid-marks coming, right Sweetie?”
She asked not talking to Blair but waiting to get a reaction from the mother.
The mother tittered and filled in the form. “I’ve left the name blank, but I’m sure he’ll talk to you.”
And with that she finally let go of Blair who turned and started to look for an exit point only to notice how close he was to the commotion that was Radio.
“Are they friends of yours, Cupcake?” The purple haired girl asked before waving over to the kids who had just slapped Radio’s round butt square.
“I was just trying to help them...” was all the dazed Blair could manage to say.
Radio gasped and skidded to a stop when he was in the line of sight of Blair and this odd woman. The other kids weren't too far behind him so they were able to catch up rather fast.
Radio was mostly stunned though. He looked Blair up and down and then scrunched up his face before laughing his butt off. "Ahahaha~! I made it in time! Awesome!"
The kids looked at Blair and stood with astonishment at his stature. They caught a glimpse of him earlier but could have sworn he didn't wear diapers before.
"Sorry ma'am. That's my delusional baby friend. He thinks he's a big boy so he'll probably tell you that he doesn't need diapees but all he does is use them like a broken water fountain!" Radio pointed, teary eyed with amused laughter. "Where are you taking him, if I may be so bold to ask?"
He didn't want to take Blair from her if where she planned to take him was somewhere he'd like to see him go.
The sour faced woman looked from Blair to Radio with a condescending unamused glare.
“I don’t know what silly games you are playing...” The mother said sternly. “But if I was to stay here any longer you would both be getting the spankings you deserve.”
And with that she trundled her own toddler in the stroller straight at Radio as she left to head back into the park.
Blair found the distraction enough that he was finally able to slip down from the counter and, despite his new attire of an over-large shirt and bulky cloth diapers and plastic pants, still thought that he could take Radio even when covered in flapping cloth and restrictive diapers.
Toddling towards his rival, Blair had to get through the throng of kids that had been chasing Radio. Surely they would part to let Blair through and be their hero.
Radio smiled brilliantly with his hands on his hips. "Quite the look for you. I appreciate how adorable you've made yourself look for me. It suits you."
The kids had to giggle a bit at this. Blair did look funny to them. Still, Radio was the line cutter. They didn't really like the idea of being friendly with him.
That was until Radio spoke up next. "This place has a lot of annoying lines and junk. It can drive a kid to do stupid things. I'm really sorry about what I did earlier. You guys are missing out on a lot of stuff even now."
The kids looked at one another. That was true but it was because this scene looked so interesting. Radio knew it too. He was gonna use that. "It's because this scene is enticing, isn't it? I know a way to make up for cutting in line. I'll put on a show and make a brand new awesome game that you can't find at any old park. Do you guys wanna see an awesome new game called Human Whack-a-Mole?"
The kids perked up, facing Radio with peaked interest.
"Well, then grab him so I can show you!" Radio smirked and pointed at Blair.
The kids all gleamed with happiness, grabbing Blair by his arms and legs to restrain him. If Radio was being honest about making up for it by entertaining them, then so be it. Really, they couldn't recall Blair's face anyway. He was just one kid out of thousands here at the park.
Radio snorted so that steam would shoot from his nose and like a raging bull he charged and rammed his head right into Blair's gut!
Blair thought that the throng of kids would part and he could walk through them like a hero.
“Doesn’t matter how I look it just goes to show that anyone can kick your butt.” He said trying to stride confidently and keep his toddling to a minimum.
He did, however, start to feel the crowds willingness to let him through stiffen at Radio’s words. Blair had not been seen and if he had he hadn’t been seen to have been winning against Radio. He still had the bruise marks on his backside to prove it.
He felt hands grasp at his ankles and wrists and soon he found himself pinned by the hands of the kids he was trying to protect.
This many hands holding him down meant he couldn’t teleport away as he couldn’t physically lift all of those who had hold of him.
“Wait, I’m trying to stop him from line cutting and talking down to you guys. I’m in the right here.” Blair said struggling against the other kids.
And Blair was in the right. Right in the path of the charging Radio.
As the shorter boy built up a head of steam he hit Blair splat in the guts sending him airborne.
Blair flew backwards as his body was pushed from the crowds’ grasp. He moved butt first and landed splat into a photo standee.
The plastic pants around his diaper provided a nice slick surface so Blair slid straight up to his waist through the hole. This left his legs, tired upper body, and head stuck wiggling on one side of the standee and his large diaper poking out the other.
The boy was well and truly stuck.
Radio smiled brightly and strutted up to the stuck Blair while twirling a mallet he stole from the High Striker, King of the Hammer game. You swing the hammer down and you ring the bell! Only this time, there was going to be a neat twist on it.
One of the kids giggled as they went behind Blair and saw his huge white diapered butt poking out. "Wow. So poofy~!" He smiled and gave it a few swats.
"Now gather round kiddies. It's time Blair here got himself a bit of time alone with a neat and creative Carnival game. It's Whack-A-Baby the game!" Radio smiled and twirled the mallet before raising it high, dangling it right before Blair's face. "Demonstration...!"
Radio smacked him with the mallet and smiled before handing it to the little girl next to him. "Go ahead. Give it a try!"
The girl nodded and decided to do so. "Okay... here I go!" She smiled and smashed it against Blair's head next. "Hehehe~! Whoa! That's cool!"
"How do you tell when we win?" The boy behind Blair came out and asked, curious.
"I dunno. I guess when you can knock something out of his body and into his diaper." Radio stuck his tongue out, playing coy.
Blair was stuck, stuck fast and quickly running out of options. Radio had a gaggle of kids following him and, whilst the tall boy was trying to find a way to free the poofy mass of diapers from the stand he was trapped in, Radio approached him weilding a mallet.
Blair thought he felt a little give so tried to yank himself out of the stand but instead only presented a more proud target of his head for the mallet!
Instead of looking for a location to teleport too so that he could escape and plan his revenge attack all Blair was now looking at was a constellation of pretty stars running around his head.
“If the purple touches the blue you make sand...” the tall boy gibbered.
His gibberish became a lot less thought out when the next mallet blow bashed his noggin. Through the kaleidoscope of stars and colours, Blair was almost reduced to whistles and grunts.
Then, with Radio leading the head bopping like a demented ringmaster, Blair’s world devolved into moments of bright sharp pain and the dumbest gurgling of a head that was reaching its numbest point.
Still the kids came. Some of the blows were weak, almost playful. Some of them were brutal thunderbolts but through them all Blair’s diapers, safely and snugly secured in his plastic pants remain unchanged.
That was until she turned up. The girl who had been dressed as a butterfly fairy, the character actress who had stared at just how cute Blair had been in his shortalls moved through the pile of kids cutting in line and bursting into laughter as she took the mallet from Radio and brought the hammer down on Blair’s skull.
Blissful agony struck Blair and the pain shot down his spine. Parts of his body were told to relax and parts were told to wake up. All the messages were backwards.
Blair’s eyes rolled back in his head as his bladder released in an almighty torrent.
His diapers sagged. The wetness soaked and saturated the white cloth while clung around his thighs but the rest of the thick poofy garment dropped down low. Blair was done, defeated, and ready to be put to the sword. The girl who had inflicted the final blow returned the mallet to Radio with a slight smirk, and a “Nice shortalls” before leaving the red haired terror with his victim.
Radio graciously accepted the mallet and smiled. "Ah. What a lovely day at the park. Come one, come all. My mallet hasn't worn itself out just yet."
Pretty soon, Radio had himself quite the lovely little crowd. No one had even heard of this version of whack-a-mole before. They all made sure to capture pictures and get the scene taped on their phones for safe-keeping. This rare occurrence was a once in a lifetime deal as far as they knew.
Eventually though, the allure of this new game diminished bit by bit and then Radio's crowd dispersed. That was okay though. Radio had made the children happy for once in his life of being a bit of a jerk.
He found that he liked doing so for a change and got an idea.
"Well, that was fun... but we can't let the kids at the amusement park hog all the glory." Radio smiled and raised the mallet once more before bashing it into Blair's head hard enough to finally get him through the standee the rest of the way. The constant bashing had loosened him up quite a bit so Radio couldn't exactly take the full glory on that one.
Still, the loud squish that was made when Blair landed on his wet diaper butt before flopping there like a limp noodle was satisfying.
Radio bent down to his knees and brought Blair up by his armpits to smirk and leer into his rolling eyeballs.
"This should be an easy command for you to follow since your mind is no doubt pretty loose and derpy right now. You're gonna continue entertaining the kids on your way out of the park. Head on out, go to your neighborhood, go to the park, go wherever you can find them while hitting yourself with this mallet and doing a cute diaper butt dance with your drooling tongue out. Don't forget to sing the praises of your master, Radio, when you do it. Oh, and be sure to press your finger to your cheek like a cute wittle baby when you thank the kids for enjoying your company."
Radio smiled, putting his full energy into that last command. He'd make it so it lasted until sunset. Radio wouldn't be able to use his power in that time since it was a command that was going to take hours to fulfill but that was fine. He'd be happy knowing he made the most unique, babyish clown to ever come from the amusement park this day.
With that, Radio got Blair onto his wobbly feet and handed him the mallet.
"Now go! You've got a mission to complete. Make the children happy my dumb, stupid, idiot baby diaper butt!" Radio smiled, patting Blair on his wet behind to send him on his way while waving happily.
Blair landed like a wet sack of laundry as the blissful explosion of agony sent him onto the floor.
He was almost aware of Radio talking but it seemed so far away, like the noise of a train in a tunnel heading away from him. Blair found himself being lifted up and the mallet placed in his hand.
The black haired boy lifted it up and then found his arm bringing it back down onto his own head.
He began dancing his way towards the exit of the amusement park tumbling, rolling and toddling between children as he went in a vain attempt to entertain them.
Finally his brain enabled the bamboozled boy to form some words and he began to attempt jokes and words to get some smiles or laughs from the already smirking crowds.
“And don’t forget how cute little master Radio is in my shortalls I peed in.” Blair said before thumping himself with the mallet again. Smiling and thanking the kids with a cute little dopey bow he gave a shake-shake of his diapered butt as he toddled away towards the town and further humiliation…!
Radio then smiled and turned back to the rides and sighed. With a tug at the straps of his shortalls, he grinned. "She was right. They are nice shortalls..." He muttered with a blush before going off to finish his day at the park. He didn't even feel the need to cut in line anymore.