It was M.C’s birthday and the party was a grand affair. Of course, by “grand” what was meant was that it was a decent enough turn out. A few people were there but the most notable and stand out addition was that of M.C’s rival, Bourbon.
The incident from last year where Bourbon pantsed him and dropped a cupcake on his head while he sang him the Happy Birthday song was drummed up immediately. Then again, Bourbon had to do very little to set M.C off nowadays. They tended to fight over anything.
Just the day before they got into an argument with one another over whether or not the day was partly cloudy or partly sunny. It didn’t really matter because Bourbon ended up pantsing him again and shoved his head into a pile of mud before sitting on his back, declaring that made him correct for some reason.
“Hello, M.C,” Bourbon waved with a cheeky grin on his face. “Enjoy yesterday’s mud ba-DUH-EE!” He gurgled when, before he could even finish speaking as he entered the party, M.C raced up to him and launched a flying kick to his face.
Bourbon spun around like a ballerina, drooling with his tongue out and eyes crossed, before shaking his bottom around a bit and falling face first into the dirt.
M.C huffed and stood over him with his fist raised and a confident smirk spreading along his mug.
That was until it turned into a goofy expression of bug-eyed pain when Bourbon kicked upward and nailed him in the crotch.
Bourbon rolled over and laughed at M.C while on the floor with a boot mark from M.C’s sneaker on his face. The birthday boy hopped around with his hands in between his legs, teary eyed and making pained faces with his pursed lips.
The greeting between them continued when he tried to leap at him and Bourbon had to quickly respond by pressing his feet into M.C’s chest to keep the punches from reaching his face, all while grabbing and tugging at M.C’s hair.
They were a mess from the outset. You could easily say that it was more likely that they hated each other but they both knew that wasn’t true. They just really liked to indulge in behavior that made it seem that way, brought upon by a desire to never lose when facing one another.
So, you know, rivals.
This went on for quite a bit before they were approached by a figure off to the side. With a sharp tug he managed to yank M.C off the struggling Bourbon and held him above the downed, panting boy.
“Oh, how wonderful,” He said with a bright and cheery disposition. “Your friend managed to make it to this year’s party too.”
M.C struggled for a bit but then slumped. “Yeah, sure dad.”
Lian, the pointy eared caretaker, smiled as he continued to hold M.C up by the back of his shirt. He then reached over and handed Bourbon a wet napkin from his other free hand.
Bourbon graciously accepted it and wiped the boot mark off his face. “Thank you sir. Beating up your son really takes it out of me.”
“Why you–!” M.C was about to lurch forward but Lian yanked his dangling form back a bit.
“Now boys,” He spoke up, unusually calm for a father in a situation like this. “There is a very clear and obvious solution to this. One that can even provide entertainment for the other guests too. Let’s have this be a competition between you two eternal rivals. At least then your rivalry can be put to good use for entertainment purposes.”
M.C sputtered his lips and looked off to the side. “I guess… it might make Nero feel better when I beat this guy to a pulp. Didn’t you whack him with a large replica of Amy’s Piko Piko hammer a while back.”
“I thought he was a new rival. It’s not my fault he didn’t introduce himself properly,” Bourbon muttered. “Also, he shouldn’t walk up behind people. You can get stabbed with a salad fork for doing that.”
M.C grinned. “Just for that, I’ll hit you extra hard for him too. So yeah, I accept. Let’s do this. What’s the challenge?”
“Pin the anvil on the M.C,” Bourbon said. “I’m gonna need an anvil, a target painted on M.C’s head, and a ladder so I can get to the roof–”
“How about instead of that we do a nice little test of endurance,” Lian interjected, nose upturned with delight at his oncoming idea. “Have you boys ever seen or heard of a spanking machine? Like from Practical Porkers?”
“Practical Porkers…” M.C muttered.
“Spanking machine?” Bourbon was intrigued. “Can I see it?”
He could see it alright. Bourbon, M.C, Nero, and the rest of the party guests were greeted by the machine being tugged out of the garage and sat in the grass for the onlookers to gawk at.
Bourbon and M.C felt beads of sweat forming on their foreheads. “So, here’s how this’ll work,” Lian dusted off his hands before leaning against it. “We hook you two up to this thing and the device will rain large spanks onto your backsides with the paddles that are attached to it.”
Bourbon raised his hand. “Right so… we’re just gonna stick our butts up and let it spank us until one of us gives up?”
“Yes. Although, we might need to start off small,” Lian pondered as he rubbed his chin. “You can let the party goers have a go at you guys first to be safe.”
Bourbon and M.C turned around and saw the grinning faces of the five other boys that were there. Nero didn’t even seem particularly picky on who he got to spank either, which made M.C slant his eyes at him and mumble “Traitor…”
“Do you accept?” Lian asked.
“I do!” Both boys turned towards him in a hurry. Neither one wanted to quit and have their pride demolished by looking like a loser. They even hurriedly tugged down their pants a bit to stick their bottoms out for the onlookers. “Hurry and smack me!”
They were obliged. The boys all lined up and started wailing on their bottoms, making both Bourbon and M.C yelp and jump with each birthday spanking.
“Haha! You–OW! Have dinosaurs on your und-EEES!” M.C winced, tearing up with each smack.
“So? It’s NOAAht as bad as those baby-EEEish rocket ships on yours!” Bourbon responded as the hits kept coming.
Pretty soon, the boys were done and had to wiggle the heat off their palms. The spankings were bare handed and hurt more than they bargained for. There was a huge sizzle coming from both M.C and Bourbon’s behinds though.
“Giving up?” Lian asked the both of them.
“NO!” They both shouted, blushing with teary eyes, as they rushed for the spanking machine next. When they got into the embarrassing position that saw their bare bottoms get pointed upwards, their eyes widened as they felt the large paddles hover over them.
The instant they had the thought cross their minds that they were making a mistake was the same instant the paddles came down and started thunderously rendering their hides to a squishy mash.
“AAAH! AAAH! OWWW! OWWIEEE!” Bourbon squealed as he was paddled.
“FWUUUAAAAH! HAAAAAGH! AAAAAUGH!” M.C cried, shaking his head around and letting his tears fling about every which way.
The kids watched with delight as they took place of course. None of them knew why these two were so certain that this was necessary but it made for great entertainment, like Lian said.
For his part though, Lian wasn’t currently watching them. He was actually dragging out what looked like a large baby bag from the garage next. The boys probably should have been more suspicious of his earlier content nature regarding their rivalry but they were too knee deep in their squabbling to care.
Now they were in too much pain to notice anything else.
The cheering went on for a while as both failed to relent. Eventually, the dual spanking just became an attraction at the party that continued on without everyone needing to stand by and watch. M.C’s birthday party continued on for the remainder of itself while it happened.
The squirming and crying lasted forever and they both ended up in a euphoric state of pain that saw their mouths hanging open with drool ebbing out and not much sound.
Lian hummed to himself as he managed to turn back to the scene and observe the spankings for a bit longer. Then he turned off the device and unhooked the two braindead imbeciles.
“Gather round folks,” Lian said to the others. “It’s time for the spoils of war. Neither side relented so in accordance with the rules I just made up, they both lose.”
He pushed M.C over so that he rolled onto his back, eyes wide and teary. Bourbon was done the same.
The small crowd of giggling kids loved what was happening. Lian got to work immediately, knowing from the outset that this likely would have been the result.
He first removed both Bourbon and M.C’s shirts. Then their bottoms came all the way off. With the two of them naked, he then moved his hand over towards the baby bag he dragged out and produced two large white diapers.
The cheering from the onlookers was palpable. They even whistled. Nero was giggling into his hands, even. There didn’t seem to be much sympathy for his brother here.
“Whaa–?!” M.C gasped, eyes widening as the pain started to settle and bring him back from the brink.
“D-Diapers?” Bourbon’s eyes widened too. They both made attempts to squirm but went limp immediately. They still hadn’t recovered from the paddling that drained their energy.
That made it rather easy for Lian to lift them by their legs and place an unfolded diaper underneath their bums. He powdered them and taped the diapers on before patting their fronts to get some nice baby powder clouds to puff out of their hides.
Bourbon and M.C sat up finally, looking down at their diapered hides and blushing with shocked looks on their faces.
“Sorry boys but I’m afraid you are what you act like,” Lian smiled and patted their heads for a bit. He then curled his hands into fists and raised them above their heads.
“W-Wait a second–!” M.C gasped.
“H-Hold on–!” Bourbon winced.
BONK! WHAM!
M.C and Bourbon’s eyes crossed and began rolling when the two fists slammed onto their skulls. They wobbled where they sat and their tongues shot out their mouths like the opening of a cash register. With a giggly sigh then fell over onto their backs, knocked out cold.
Lian hummed happily as he pushed the two of them over so that their diapered butts were in the air. He then made a final addendum by producing two large dunce hats and placing them onto their heads. They made rather appropriate replacements for party hats in this case.
By now it was the end of the party. They’d been spanked for about the duration of it and the KO hit to the heads saw them taking a nice little nap.
“See kids?” Lian said, pointing his thumb down at them. “This is what happens to babies who want to fight instead of have fun. They become the main attraction. Don’t end up like them, okay?”
The other kids nodded and laughed.
Lian allowed a few pictures to be taken of them in this position. He even allowed Nero to paint the words “Happy” and “Birthday” on their diapered rumps for a fun little snapshot of his own.
Shortly after though, Lian lifted the both of them up with one hand each resting under their diapered bums and their heads over his shoulder in order to carry them inside.
“I’m going to put these sleeping babies down for their naps. You guys can keep partying for another hour or so if you want though,” Lian offered.
The kids all cheered and cranked up the music. It was strange that M.C spent the last hour of his own party, diapered and put to bed while the guests got to celebrate it outside. At least he wasn’t alone though. The two knocked out rivals, slept on top of the same bed, with drool out their mouths and their diapered rumps in the air, completely none the wiser to what was going on.
If anything, it was the most serene they’d ever been amongst each other’s company. In that sense, it made for a wonderful birthday present.
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Gosh! I just love the diapers in this pic too! When you do them so thick/poofy with the butt, it just makes the diapers look so good! I'm absolutely falling in love with these diaper pictures!
Gosh! I just love the diapers in this pic too! When you do them so thick/poofy with the butt, it jus
