Daily Free-Write September 7, 2020 (Patreon)

Where was it? Where was the key? He dug through the back of his closet frantically. He had to get out of this ridiculous bunny sleeper before anyone saw him like this, but the key was gone! Why did he have such convoluted ways of getting off? He heard a noise behind him and spun around.

"Mark!" He squealed. It was his little bro, dangling a key around his finger. 

"Looking for this, FenFen?"

"H-how did you...give me that!" 

"No way! I'm gonna tell mom and you're gonna be in so much trouble." 

"Get over here you little brat!" 

His brother dashed away, and ran into his room, leaving Fenton to bang agains his door. 

"What's all that racket?" said his mom rounding the corner. 

"Shit!" he yelled, tearing down the hall back toward his room and slamming the door behind him.

It wasn't too late to cut it off! Unfortunately, his scissors were gone to. Damn that Mark, he must've taken them as well. He could hear them talking in the hall, and his mom knocked on the door. 

"Fenton, you let me in here right this instant!" 

"NO!" he yelled back. He heard something clicking in the lock and the door swung open. His brother stood there looking triumphant with the paper clip still in his hand. So that's how he did it. 

"See, ma? I told you!" 

"Care to explain yourself, young man?"

"Uh, well you see, I... was cold?" said Fenton. 

"Yeah, right," said his little bro, "FenFen likes to play baby when he's in his room!" 

"Do not!" 

"Than what's this?" his bro spanked his butt which made a loud crinkle.

"Why are you wearing a diaper?!" yelled his mother. 

"I-I-I"

"He's been doing it for a while. See? Here's the pack!" His brother pulled an almost empty pack of extra thick "wooly waddlers" from under Fenton's bed. The sheep that danced across the front would fit right in in any nursery, but not an older teen's bedroom! 

"Really, Fenton. I don't care what you do behind closed doors, but do you really have to make such a scene?"

"That little brat was snooping in my room!" he yelled, pointing at his brother.

"It's my room, Mr. I own this house, and you live in it. And from the look of things, he's the more mature one."

Mark stuck his tongue out at his older brother where their mom couldn't see.

"You little, I'm going to kill you!" said Fenton. 

Mark screamed and dodged, causing Fenton to crash into his mom, sending her tumbling to the ground. They all fell into a big heap, with Fenton's butt sticking right in his mom's face. In the worst possible turn of events, fenton suddenly felt a strong cramp in his gut, followed by a very loud fart. Tangled up as they were, his mom had to endure the ear deafening sound of his flatulence as well as the terrible smell. 

"Ugh! I'm going to kill YOU, Fenton! Get. Off!" 

He crashed to the floor, too dizzy to me embarrassed. His mother dusted herself off, looking red as a tomato. He had never seen her this angry. 

"I am going to go downstairs and have a coffee. You will come down there in your REGULAR clothes in then next ten minutes so we can discuss your punishment." 

"But mom, I can't!" 

"No excuses. Ten minutes." 

She left. Fenton and Mark knew that coffee was code for a strong pull of the good stuff, and they couldn't blame her. 

"Let me out, Mark!"

"No way, FenFen! This is too funny. I can't wait to see what happens when you come down in that stupid bunny outfit!" 

"Stop calling me that, and stop goofing off, I need to get out of this!" 

"Why, does the baby need a change?" 

"Shut up!" 

"Rude! I'm leaving. See you downstairs, Fen Fen!" 

Time was ticking. What was he gonna do to get out of this one? 

The answer is, he didn't. He came downstairs looking sheepish, or bunnyish, to be more accurate. His mother didn't look surprised and his brother just stood there with the smug look on his face that hadn't left all afternoon. 

"Well, I've talked with your brother, and it's clear to me that you LIKE being a big baby, so I that's what you're gonna be from now on. Your brother is getting your room and you're going to sleep in the guest room. Your father is going to bring your old baby furniture from storage, and your big brother Mark has agreed to keep an eye on you and make sure you behave. I hope you're happy, Fenton, because you're going to get exactly what you wanted. 

"Mommm! Not Mark!"

"No back talk, baby boy," said his little brother. "Or I'll have to spank you!" 

"Mommmm!!!"

"Listen to your brother, Fenton."

She gave him the death glare, and he shut his mouth. His face burned in anger. Mark would pay. He didn't know how yet, but he swore he would get back at his brother for this. 

"Come on Fen Fen, let's pack up your big boy stuff. You won't be needing it for a long time!"