Justins Descent Part 1
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I Just Want To Grow Up by Littlemalcolm
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Malcolm woke up Monday, exactly a week from the first day of 7th grade.
He was beyond excited. He was growing up! Finally, he'd be getting the
respect he deserved. Before he knew it, he'd be starting highschool!
Malcolm was extremely short for his age. Most of the other boys in his
grade are a year older and nearly a foot or two taller! He hopped out of
bed and strolled into the bathroom to start his day. He started up the
shower and sat down on the toilet to pee. While he sat there, he got
bored immediately and started looking around like he always did. His
little sister Gabby's diaper disposal sat next to the sink on the floor
and her old diaper bag sat next to it. Gabby had just turned four,
graduating to wearing Pull-Ups to bed occasionally when needed and
hadn't even started school yet. She was staying with their grandmother
for the summer and finally hadn't needed to bring the diaper bag along
with her. Malcolm's curiosity got the better of him and he opened the
bag, peering inside. There was a thick stack of white disposable baby
diapers, a bottle of baby powder, baby wipes, a pacifier, and what
looked like a baby book and toys at the bottom. Malcolm wrinkled his
nose. Baby stuff, yuck. The mirror in the bathroom started to fog from
the heat, so Malcolm zipped up the diaper bag, stripped down, and hopped
in the shower. Just in time too, because the door to the bathroom
suddenly opened.
"Oops, sorry Malcolm!" his big sister Brittany laughed. "Just have to
grab something real quick!"
Malcolm instinctually covered his privates, even though he was behind a
shower curtain. He had always been sensitive about his size, even down
there! He heard her rummaging around the bathroom.
"I've got to babysit the Jackson's baby girl tonight and tomorrow. Mom
also told me she'll be at that conference in Atlanta for a couple more
days. You gonna be cool here all by yourself buddy?" she said playfully,
grabbing the diaper bag and stopping with her hand on the door.
"Oh yeah, definitely! How much trouble could I really get into sis?" he
laughed.
"Cool, bud! Sarah might be coming by to keep me company, maybe I'll have
her stop in to check on you," she replied, before stepping out and
closing the bathroom door behind her.
Oh no, Malcolm thought. Sarah was Brittany's best friend, but she had
always seemed...mean, at least to Malcolm. It always happened when they
were momentarily alone with each other. Brittany thought the world of
her, so he felt bad and never said anything. Still, if Sarah stopping by
to be cold and mean for a minute later that night was all he had to pay
for a night in by himself...he'd gladly take it. He finished up his
shower and hopped out. He suddenly remembered he hadn't given Brittany
any of his dirty clothes to wash and he was all out of clean stuff! Oh
well, he thought, she'll do laundry tonight or tomorrow.
Looking in the mirror, he held up his arms and flexed. His hair, which
he had been growing out all summer to look cool, was just starting to
creep past his shoulders. He was a 10 year old boy, but he looked like
he was 6 pretending to be 8. He dropped his arms in defeat. When would
his growth spurt happen like his mom promised? He decided he'd get his
long hair cut soon and quickly got dressed in the same dirty clothes
he'd slept in and descended the stairs, anxious to get outside. He
grabbed his skateboard a ran out the front door, excited to play!
Soon it was getting dark and Malcolm returned home, just in time to see
Brittany packing her purse, backpack, and the diaper bag into her little
car their mother had gotten her for college.
"Call you later, buddy!" She waved as she pulled out of the driveway.
She waited until Malcolm was inside before she drove away.
Malcolm turned the TV on and got a glass of water, tired from
skateboarding all day. He sat down on the couch and laid back to watch
some cartoons. Just then, the doorbell rang! He shot up, startled,
spilling the water he was just about to take a sip from all over his
shirt and his pants. He was soaked all the way through. Still, anxious
to see who was at the door, he quickly waddled to the door to peer
outside.
It was Sarah. Sarah was a whole foot taller than Malcolm, blonde, and
actually kind of gorgeous. She has rosey cheeks, a short hourglass
figure, and lips like a classic Hollywood movie star. She rang the
doorbell again.
"Open up kiddo," she said, staring at her phone, probably scrolling
through text messages. He slowly unturned the lock and stepped back,
opening the door.
"Finally," she said, stepping through the threshold without looking up,
"I was wondering if I'd shown up past your bedti-" She suddenly stopped
talking. She had turned around to see Malcolm, standing with his T-shirt
and pants drenched.
"What happened here?" she said with a grin. "You get scared and pee your
pants at the sound of a doorbell?" Sarah stood there for a moment,
softly smirking behind a hand she had raised to cover her mouth.
"No! I just spilled some water I was drinking!" he yelled defiantly.
"Ooohkay, I believe you," she replied, the sarcasm in her voice evident.
"I'll go change..." Malcolm replied, as he began to walk towards the
stairs. He felt humiliated already and she hasn't even been there a
whole minute.
"Brittany asked me to check the laundry and make sure you don't mess it
up. So how about you go to your room and I'll bring you your clothes,"
Sarah said suddenly behind him, not asking, telling.
"You're not my babysitter, you don't get to tell me wh-" Malcolm began
to retort.
"No, no, no little man," Malcolm winced at this, "Brittany asked me to
come over here and to make sure everything is okay, including the house
and you. I'd say that counts as babysitting. So go to your room right
now or I call your sister and tell her I caught you doing something she
or your mom will get mad about." She arched an eye brow and her lips
pursed a little. Malcolm opened his mouth to complain, but decided to
let it go. She can get his laundry, then she'll leave. Not worth arguing
with her about. He slowly stomped up the stairs.
Sarah slid her phone out again. Malcolm has always been an annoying
little brat, she thought. What a baby, it's like dealing with my sister.
She opened a text to Brittany. "Hey gurl, everything is cool over here!
I'm taking care of the wash now :) I'm not feeling too well though, so
I'm probably gonna head home after this. Hope little Jenna is doing
okay!" After sending the text, Sarah ascends the stairs to find the
washroom. She starts a load of Brittany's wash, slowly emptying a
laundry basket. She spots a cute pair of white cotton panties with soft
pink frills around the edges with a bow in the center. Brittany won't
mind, Sarah thinks to herself and smiles, pocketing the panties. She
starts the washer and stacks the basket with the others when she notices
one more. It's a basket full of what is obviously boy's clothes and they
are even more obviously dirty. This could take a while, Sarah fumed,
what a little brat! She thought, it's like he's a toddler that needs
help with everything!
She arched an eyebrow at this thought. She looked back out into the
hallway at Malcolm's door, then past it to Gabby's door. Opening her
phone, she tapped away a few texts. Then she walked down the hall and
into Gabby's room and turned on the light. The walls were painted a soft
yellow with Gabby's white frame bed against the far wall. Sarah walked
over to the white dresser next to the closet and opened the top drawer.
Two short stacks of thick disposable diapers and soft pink plastic
panties. She went down one drawer. There were several pairs of soft
brightly colored panties with cute prints on them. Sarah grabbed a few
Disney princess pairs and closed the drawer. Then she opened another,
revealing shorts and pajama bottoms. She grabbed a bright pink pair of
cotton shorts and close the drawer. Then she went to the closet and
grabbed a pink Disney princess nightie before returning to the laundry
room. She put all of the clothes she'd collected into an empty basket
and poured detergent all over Malcolm's basket of dirty clothes, making
them unwearable until they've been washed.
"Oh Malcolm, I've got your change of clothes here," she said loud enough
for him to hear as she stepped across the hall to his door. She knocked
twice and it opened just enough for her to squeeze the basket of Gabby's
clothes through.
"Uhm, these are Gabby's clothes. I think you gave me hers by mistake,
Sarah," Malcolm said as he inspected the basket he'd just taken. Sarah
softly closed the door and said, "Yeah, yours are too dirty to even
consider wearing right now and I don't think Brittany's clothes would
fit you. I thought that since you're so small, Gabby's stuff would fit
you just fine."
"What the hell? I am not wearing my little sister's panties and
pajamas!" he said, trying to open the door with the basket in his other
hand. Sarah easily held it closed from the other side for a moment
before letting it go just as Malcolm pulled hard. He and the basket of
clothes flew backwards and into the room. Sarah slowly stepped in and
pulled up her phone.
Malcolm rolled over and was picking the pair of Disney panties off of
himself when he heard shutter sounds. He looked up to see Sarah taking
photos of him covered in the pairs of Disney panties and the nightie.
"Malcolm, your mom and sister are going to be so mad when they hear I
caught you snooping through your little sister's clothes," Sarah said as
she scrolled through the photos she'd just taken.
"But b-" Malcolm stammered.
"Malcolm, shut up. I've been tired of hearing your backsass since I've
got here. You're a lazy brat that acts like a toddler when he doesn't
get his way. The only thing that makes you more pathetic is that you
actually look like a toddler. A girl toddler at that, if I might add."
Sarah laid the finishing blows to Malcolm's self esteem as she cocked
her head to the side to appraise him.
Malcolm laid there on the floor, with the little girl clothes that had
fallen laying over him, emotionally defeated. He wanted to yell at her,
call her names, threaten to call his mother. But he felt like a stupid
little kid and that she was a mean grown up. He'd felt so close to being
grown up, but now he felt like a little kid again. His face started to
get red and hot and soon tears started to form.
"Oh my god, you're not crying are you?" Sarah leaned in, a grin
spreading across her face. "You're kidding! You really are a toddler,
aren't you Malcolm?"
"S-shut up!" he said, choking through the tears that were starting to
flow. He went to sit up all the way and stand, but Sarah knelt quickly
and pushed him back.
"Oh I don't think so, sissy. You've got to get changed. And with a mouth
like that, I'd say some discipline is in order." Her grin breaking into
a small laugh as he tried to get up again, sobbing now. How was a girl
so much stronger than him? She was thinking the same thing as she rolled
him over onto his back and pulled him closer as he struggled. She
laughed a little more as she pulled his wrists up behind his back and
gripped the waistband of his pants.
"P-please no!" Malcolm yelled, his face to the floor, realizing she was
going to pull his pants down.
"Shush, you need to be taught some manners," she smirked, as she found
the elastic of his Spiderman briefs and pulled down bringing his pants
along with them. Malcolm yelled out again as his butt was exposed. Sarah
tilted her weight and pulled Malcolm even closer, wrapping her fingers
around his wrists and holding him in place with his butt angled upward
above her lap.
"Little Malcolm needs a spanking, I think," Sarah said, leaning towards
Malcolm's sobbing face before she raised her hand and brought it down
swiftly. Wack! Wack! Wack! Malcolm's cheeks started to grow as red as
his face. Wack! Wack! He cried out more and more. Then she suddenly
stopped, leaning back slowly and letting Malcolm's wrists go.
He rolled over onto his side and reached down to grab his sore bottom,
tears flowing as he sobbed. Sarah got on her knees and grabbed his left
sneaker and pulled it off his foot, then put a finger into his sock and
pulled it off his foot as well. Malcolm lay defeated and crying, knowing
what she was doing. She was undressing him. She took off his other shoe
and sock, then grabbed the ankles of his pants and began working them
down his legs. As she did this, she turned him slowly onto his back,
which made him sob harder as his behind was so sore. She put two fingers
on either side of his Spiderman briefs and pulled them up his legs and
off.
Malcolm brought his hands to his face, crying harder than ever. He felt
so embarrassed, so ashamed. His sister's best friend was changing his
clothes like a toddler and she had spanked him too. He prayed no one
ever found out. Sarah pulled out a pacifier she'd grabbed earlier and
slid it into Malcolm's mouth, before picking up the pairs of Disney
princess panties and unfolding them.
"Which ones do you think, little Malcolm? Do you have a favorite Disney
princess?" Sarah laughed, holding each of them up for Malcolm to see
even though he still hid his face behind his hand, still sucking on the
pacifier. She took a white pair with Belle on the front and gripped
Malcolm's ankles, raising them. She slid his feet through the panties
and then slid them up Malcolm's legs until they were snug around his
waist. Sarah took another snapshot with her phone.
"Malcolm, you can't even tell you're a boy in these cute little panties
of yours! You could just be a cute little girl! Why don't we call you
Missy from now on, hm?" she said, appraising her work.
"Well, I was going to give you these adorable little pink shorts with a
nightie to cover them. But since we know you're just a little baby girl
now, maybe we should get you something a little more fitting. Stay where
you are, sissy," Sarah said, getting up and walking to the door. Malcolm
laid on his back, in the Disney panties, still softly crying.
When Sarah returned, she gave a twirl to show off what she'd brought
back with her. It was a baby dress, white and frilly with red polka
dots. Malcolm closes his eyes and sobbed harder.
"Stand up, Missy. We've got to get you dressed before company comes
over!" Sarah said with a grin, lifting the dress up as Malcolm slowly
rose to his feet. This sentence made Malcolm's heart stop.
"C-comp-" he started to say around the pacifier before the dress was
brought down over his head and slid snuggly into place. The shoulders of
the dress fit his shoulders perfectly, puffing out and extenuating his
skinny arns. However, the bottom of the dress only came down to just
above mid thigh, revealing an inch or two of the princess panties he
wore.
"Oh yes, Aunt Sarah is having some guests over and she wants her little
baby girl to look adorable!" She twirled Malcolm around and sat him at
his own desk chair. Then she started to grab at his hair and twist it
this way and that. He started crying again. He knew she was braiding it.
"I miss being able to give someone ponytails! Here, we'll put some pink
bows in there too." She stepped back a few minutes later and admired her
work. Malcolm looked in the mirror. He looked like a baby girl, in his
white polka dot dress with his pantied bottom easily visible, the Disney
princess panties peaking out from beneath his dress. Just then the
doorbell rang. His heart stopped again. She grabbed him by the arm and
lifted him from the chair, him still sobbing, and marched him down the
hall and down the stairs.
"Sit," she said angrily under her breath, forcing him down onto the
couch. She then walked to the door, checked her hair in the hall mirror,
then opened it.
"Hey girls!" she squeeled at the small gaggle of girls outside. "Come
in, come in! How are you?"
"We heard you had baby over here! I came as soon as I saw your text. I
love babies!" Malcolm heard one girl say from the hall.
"Where is she? You dressed her up all adorable didn't you?" Another
excited voice said.
"Oh yeah, SHE's in the living room," Sarah's voice replied. Hurried
steps were followed by the group of girls quickly rounding the corner
and breaking into hysterical laughter.
"Oh my god, Sarah!"
"He looks like such a girl!"
"I have to get a picture of this."
"I already have, but go ahead girls!"
Some girls took their phones out to take photos and Malcolm tried his
best to cover his face before Sarah walked over and pushed him back
against the sofa.
"And look, he even put on his favorite princess panties!" she yelled, as
she lifted his dress and exposed his underwear to the girls.
"Oh my god, that's so wrong!"
"Oooh I used to wear those when I was a little girl! I thought he was
about to start highschool or something?"
The girls made him stand in front of them as they sat on the couch, with
their hands lifting his dress and groping his butt cheeks in the Disney
panties. Sarah giggled to herself. She loved to toy with boys her own
age, but having complete control of a little boy like Malcolm was
exciting. He definitely didn't have it in him to fight her.
"You can't even tell he's a boy in these panties, his penis is so small.
Thank god my boyfriend has a woman pleaser."
"He looks like my little sister. And she's about to start kindergarten!
That's soooo wrong!"
"The only thing wrong is that this baby is in panties, when she should
be in diapers!"
At that, all the girls paused a moment to look at each other before
looking back at Malcolm. Squeels of delight and laughter rang out as
they each grabbed Malcolm and marched him to the stairs.
"Second door on the right girls!" Sarah called out from the rear. As
they entered Gabby's room, one of the teens pulled the old changing
table from the wall and wheeled it to the center of the room.
"Up you go, little one!" one of the girls chided as they all easily
lifted Malcolm up to the changing table. Malcolm began to protest but
one of the girls put the pacifier back in his mouth as hands stronger
than his gripped his weak arms and held him still.
"Let's get these BIG GIRL panties off," Sarah said, lifting Malcolm's
new dress up to his belly and putting her fingers under the elastic band
of the panties and pulling them down and up, lifting his ankles into the
air as she pulled them over his feet.
"Hold his ankles up, Becca," one of them said, opening a drawer on the
side of the table and pulling out little plastic boxes and a white
bottle of something Malcolm could make out. Malcolm cried out into the
pacifier as something cold and wet wiped along his bottom. Baby wipes!
The girls carefully wiped along his butt cheeks and over his crotch
before putting the wipes away. Then he felt them powdering his bottom
and wiping it all over. He recognized the scent, they were powdering him
like a baby!
"Alright, lift his bottom," one of them said, as Malcolm's back side was
lifted off the table and gently let down onto something soft and
crinkly. He lifted his head just in time to see Sarah bringing the front
of the pink Disney diaper up and fastening the tapes on each side. He
could hardly bear it! The embarrassment! He sucked harder on the
pacifier.
"Oooh, now she's all dressed and pretty!" one girl said as more camera
shutter sounds rang out.
"Not yet! The finishing touches!" Sarah said, shaking the Mary Jane
shoes she held in her hands.
"Oooh! And you got her the perfect socks!" Becca squeeled as she pulled
a pair of white frilly socks from the pile. Malcolm felt hands on his
thighs and ankles as the girls pulled the socks and Mary Jane's onto his
feet, clasping them into place.
"Let's get Missy some formula and hang out in the living room girls,
Brittany won't be home tonight," Sarah said, grabbing supplies from the
changing table and laughing with the girls. Malcolm was led downstairs
still sucking on the pacifier, with both his hands being held like a
toddler. Becca followed them into the living room, carrying something
folded up. She bent it outwards and pulled the legs out. Malcolm
recognized it as Gabby's old baby carrier and stand, that also doubled
as a car seat. Becca turned around and lifted Malcolm from under his
arms up and off the ground, before slowly lowering him into the baby
carrier. His legs stuck out over the edge a few inches, but Becca lifted
them up and tucked them in. Then she covered him from his chest down
with a pink Barbie blanket, tucking the sides down along with his arms.
"Awww, he looks like a baby you'd see in a stroller!" she squeeled,
stepping back to take another photo with her phone.
"What should we watch girls?" Sarah chimed in, walking into the living
room with a baby bottle and a bowl of chips. She sat the bowl down on
the table and pulled the baby carrier closer to where she sat on the
sofa.
"Oh, I don't care. I just want to feed the baby!"
"You don't think he'll wet the diaper do you?" one girl said, inducing a
fit of giggles in all the girls.
Sarah threw on MTV and turned to Malcolm in the baby seat. She slowly
pulled the pacifier from his lips as she grinned. Malcolm's lip quivered
as she adjusted the bottle in her hand and slowly slid her other hand
behind his head. As she guided the bottle to his lips some of the girls
gasped and squeeled as the rubber tip entered his lips.
"Drink up baby, or we all call your Mommy on Facetime and show her how
pretty you are!" Sarah threatened. Malcolm moaned as he started sucking
on the bottle, fresh tears forming on his cheeks. Will the humiliation
ever end? Here he was, diapered and dressed in a baby carrier, tucked
into a Barbie blanket, being fed formula from a baby bottle. A few short
hours earlier, he had thought he was growing up.
Soon the formula was gone and Sarah replaced the bottle with his
pacifier. Sarah sat back as she set the baby seat to rock gently. The
girls all began to chatter as the latest MTV show played in the
background and Malcolm's sobs slowed before he fell into a deep sleep,
exhausted from crying.
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