Chester (child + molester) Part 1: Lust I was just your average everyday sweetypie. I went by Chester Nutz, a thin, brown hedgehog with an afro of quills upon my scalp. I was a teenage boy just living my life. I occasionally hung out with peers and engaged in fun like video games and sports. But that’s just how most of the world saw me; as a simple teenager. The only thing I was known for apart from everyone else was my knack for jeers. I would crack a joke about how someone else looked every now and then, but I assure it’s all in good fun. But I’m getting ahead of myself. That’s just how they see me on the outside. Nobody’s seen me on the inside, and nobody ever will. Inside of me was a diddler. Friday, June 15th, 12:30 pm. I was minding my own business sorting some photos I took, when an alarm I had set went off. I grabbed a backpack of equipment and headed out the door, telling my mom I was off for a walk. Little did she know I was planning on committing crimes. Inside my backpack was a pair of binoculars and a digital camera. I was going to go peeping, but not at the type of people you’d think. A few blocks down I spot my target: Rubyshine Preschool. I was a good distance away from it so as to not arouse suspicion, and I made sure I had a path to sneak through so nobody would see me. This day was very important to me: it was the first water day of the year. Every Friday during mid-late Spring, Rubyshine Preschool lets their pupils play in the water instead of normal playground terrain. Which meant I got a perfect view of near-naked children. I snuck up from the bushes behind the fence and came to my peeping spot. From that spot, I got a view of both the children playing and them undressing. The whole process was very technical, as I was playing with fire; one wrong move and I’d be given the chair. I readied my camera, and started snapping pictures. I came home with an exorbitant amount of pictures and even a few videos of those youthful studs. Once I knew the coast was clear, I went into my room, locked my door, and began to transfer each and every last photo & video from my camera to my phone. There, I would have a much easier time deleting some that were too blurry, or cropping out the boring parts. I felt highly aroused every time I did this, but I urged myself not to engage in any self pleasure until secrecy is confirmed. Nobody but me would ever know about this, so I spent any time outside of my facade plotting and calculating what my next move would be. And why. Oddly enough, a lot of the photos I took were very lackluster. I just couldn’t get myself off this time; I needed MORE. That’s when I began thinking… Of all the students at Rubyshine, the 6 I was filming were especially hot. And believe me, I saw everyone else. Instead of taking pictures, I took notes about what I called “the sexy six.” Some of them being easier to hunt than others. Anyways, here’s how I believe it will go down: I already took a job as a babysitter so I could get closer looks at kids. Thing is, I advertised myself as a short-term babysitter, meaning I didn’t do overnight sits. But that was about to change. The whole night to myself with my target is a perfect chance to strike; the kid will definitely be asleep, and there won’t be any parents around to catch me. My main goal was to snap more detailed pictures of their bodies, feel them up, and lose my virginity to them. That last part, about fucking them seemed very impossible at first. No matter what, they would definitely be able to feel something, even in their sleep. That’s when the idea hit me: Narcotics. I needed to find a way to slip kids the drugs so they’d pass out cold right before bed. Fortunately for me, one of my friends knew this kind of stuff inside and out, and was able to sneak me some. Let’s just say he was a real swine, that guy. I talked with my parents, and told them I’m ready to be an overnight sitter. They gave me complete approval… on one condition. I practice with Kevin. Part 2: Envy Kevin was one of the sexy six. A chubby, cowardly sea-foam green porcupine with quills all over his backside. He was also my younger brother, which meant I already lived within close proximity to him. However, I had to be extremely cautious when handling him. As mentioned earlier, he’s got a huge bed of quills on his back, meaning I can’t fuck his ass all willy-nilly. He also can’t take my dick because his front teeth are like a guillotine for the thing. I could suck his dick, but that thing is way too small to get a good look at personally. He did have a luscious body though. His belly was so smooth and plump, I called it his “backup ass.” My parents had left for the night, and wouldn’t be returning until tomorrow afternoon. To bide the time with Kevin, I treated the situation like any non-pedo would. I played with him, I made him food, etc. etc. Then came bath time. The moment I was waiting for. Kevin wasn’t the bravest, and still needed some bathing assistance. I kept my cool when stripping Kevin of his clothes, and got an amazingly close look at his rump and his belly. That was my cue to take the photos. I told Kevin I had to text our parents how we were doing, so that way the phone camera would have Kevin in frame and he wouldn’t even know it. I waited for him to get on the step stool so he was level with the camera, and then I struck. Two easy photos of my younger brother’s supple body in the nude. Now came the tricky part: bathing with Kevin. I knew that Kevin never bathed alone before, and really wanted me to bathe with him. I tried to compromise by saying I’d be standing outside the tub watching him, but he insisted I climb in with him. This was not part of the plan at all. If I got an erection and he noticed, I’d be a goner. I quickly put my phone down and hesitantly went in with him. I casually asked Kevin to face me so I didn’t accidentally poke myself on him, and then I hastily grabbed a bottle of soap and started making a bubble bath. This gave me relief from being spotted, and Kevin the enjoyment of whatever it was that got him so joyful. Even though my dick was invisible through the bubbles, I still took things cautiously and tried not to think about banging my brother yet. After about 10 minutes of playtime, Kevin decided it was time for me to wash him. His stubby arms snd lack of brainpower meant he couldn’t get the job done himself, so that meant I had to scrub his butt and his junk. The washcloth was on the thicker side, meaning I didn’t get to feel too much, but I still felt Kevin’s sexy body. I was almost in the clear, I could feel myself getting less and less confident about this. I was just scrubbing his cheeks, and now came the part where I scrubbed his buttcrack. Or so I thought. I had to abort the mission for now. I swiftly rinsed Kevin and pulled the drain plug, grabbing my towel and hiding my half-erect cock. Kevin didn’t bat an eye at this, and let me dry him off. After that tightrope-walk of a bath came bedtime. Kevin’s pajamas were specially-fitted for his quills, and to my luck, they were footie pajamas. It was dark out, and Kevin was just about ready for bed. My next step was to drug him. I had the narcotic ready in some water. I made sure the dinner I fed Kevin was extra salty so he’d HAVE to be thirsty before bed. Once I read him his bedtime story, he started to doze off. The way these narcotics worked was within a few minutes, the subject would feel very tired and effectively pass out. While in this state, their nervous system would not be active for eight hours. This meant I could do whatever I wanted to these kids and they wouldn’t be able to tell so long as I cleaned up. I carefully flipped Kevin on his side, and undid the buttons on his PJs. I was greeted with the closest view of my brother’s ass I ever got. I was so close to it and he had no clue. Nobody did except for me. I immediately took a picture of his cheeks, and decided to sniff them just for the heck of it. I put my nose up to Kevin’s crack, and took a deep yet gentle sniff of that young aroma. The smell was less “fresh” than I anticipated since I neglected to was his asscrack. But I didn’t mind. The butt flap was perfect because it meant I didn’t have to undress him, but I decided to strip him anyways. There he was, my younger brother Kevin stark naked in bed ready for me to fuck. I started with a little foreplay, caressing his beautiful body, making out with him, the works. I then decided I had enough waiting and got to the good part. I turned Kevin around to see his deliciously fat ass. I was admittedly a bit jealous of his huge butt, but I still got a piece of it. I spread his cheeks apart, and stuffed my dick inside his anus. I really wanted to go buck-wild with Kevin, but I had to remind myself of the quills. While humping, I also took a sniff of Kevin’s pajamas, reminding me of another reason why I love his thick ass. The night went on, as I got more and more rough with my brother. I felt myself getting closer to orgasm, and that was when I knew I had to pull out. I didn’t have any condoms with me, and if I really came in Kevin’s ass, I would be dead for sure. So I ran back into my room, and found my good ol’ cum rag. There I finally came to the pictures I took of Kevin’s ass, and then got to sorting out the situation. I re-applied Kevin’s pajamas, dried off any sweat or moisture from the sex, and went back to bed. Part 3: Greed I slept peacefully knowing I had my younger brother’s ass and cock to sneak pictures of at all times. The next day I resumed my babysitter facade with Kevin, who gladly told my parents nothing but positive things. It was settled then. Next time I would be babysitting overnight in someone else’s home. Up next on my list was Ketchup. A pink beaver wearing a tutu who loves to dance. If Kevin was my favorite boy, then Ketchup was my favorite girl. A few hours later I got myself ready for Ketchup. Her house wasn’t far from mine, so I could arrive by myself. Ketchup’s parents greeted me, and introduced me to the gorgeous little tyke. Almost as if I didn’t know everything about her already. The evening would play out like this: Ketchup’s parents would leave, I’d be alone with her for a while, then I would sneak pictures of her, make her unconscious so I can fuck her with no consequences, maybe steal a pair of her used panties to sniff, then go on living a quiet, peaceful life until the next opportunity shows itself. Ketchup was a very kind and loving soul, who loved to dance. She really wanted me to watch some of her dance moves, which made me nothing short of excited. I anticipated her to present herself in a skin-tight suit, putting her supple thighs on display for me to capture. However that was not the case. Ketchup got out her stereo and began playing some elegant ballet music. Being well educated on such culture, I knew the next few moments would be dull as dirt. It wasn’t until the end when things got interesting. As per dancing tradition, Ketchup took a bow, which I knew was my moment to strike. However, I was her audience, meaning she was facing me. While she was getting herself some water, I had to think: How was I going to get her to bow away from me? Then the answer came to me: Dolls. I told Ketchup she was a wonderful dancer, and that she deserved a bigger audience. I asked if she had any dolls or stuffed animals to use as a bigger audience, to which she ran up to her room to check. Ketchup then came down the stairs holding a bunch of stuffed animals to “watch” her. I strategically positioned each of them behind where she danced last time, and got my phone ready. Ketchup was confused as to why I wasn’t with the audience, but I told her I was her pretend instructor. Easy as that. When the time came, Ketchup finally took another bow and I got my picture. By that point it was getting close to dinnertime, so I resumed my facade, until she went up to change out of her ballet uniform. I figured following her would arouse suspicion, so I just waited to see what else she wore. Next thing I knew, Ketchup came downstairs wearing skin-tight leggings and a crop top. That’s when I started to feel a little flustered. I had no idea they made crop tops for kids. Were parents these days really that depraved? It was no matter, because now I got to see Ketchup’s belly without having to strip her! I suppose I haven’t yet mentioned this, but I’ve had a bit of a thing for… a few things. One of them being tummies and, more specifically, bellybuttons. I loved watching kids play and have their bellies bounce around. And the cherry on top is when the navel is involved. Seeing something get lodged in it as if it were an anus makes me giddy. But the best part is when they pick it, digging their finger in there and swirling it around… it gives me a rock hard cock! Getting a picture of Kevin’s booty was one thing, but couple that with his delicious belly and that deep bellybutton and, oh boy. The night I had sex with Kevin, during my little foreplay session, I plucked some bellybutton lint from him and kept it in a jar underneath my bed. Ketchup’s gut was obviously in great shape, but there was still her bellybutton in perfect view of me. And I may or may not have spotted some lovely lint. The day passed and night arrived. I decided now to take more photos. Ketchup bathed earlier in the morning, so my next best bet was to catch her undressing. She knew how to dress & undress herself, and the doors had keyholes in them. I connected the dots and got a nice video of Ketchup stripping down into her pajamas. I slipped her the narcotic, and away she went. I took off Ketchup’s pants and took another picture of her butt, giving it a sniff, and then I lifted up her shirt and snapped a picture of her bare chest. Her bellybutton looking so much more sexy up-close. I wanted to put my dick in it, but it was too small unfortunately. Ketchup’s navel was beckoning regardless. I took my index finger, and began to swirl it around, picking out any precious lint and putting it in my bellybutton. My penis loved the sensation. After that, I began to fuck her. Like all female children, Ketchup was too young to produce eggs, but that didn’t stop me from getting dirty with her. My cock pressed against the walls of her tight little vagina, her soft skin feeling extra magical in those moments. Her anus was equally as tight but twice as arousing. After humping Ketchup for half an hour, I pulled out and came onto her panties, marking them as a souvenir. Part 4: Sloth I left Ketchup’s house as happy as a hippo, which would, in-fact, be my next target. His name was Plippy, and he was a purple hippo. Not much was known about him aside from the fact that he had a giant hole in one of his teeth. And where Ketchup & Kevin wore clothes, Plippy and the rest of the sexy six were nudists. Once I arrived at the location, Plippy’s parents told me he was suffering some allergies. Hearing that made me jump a little. Another one of my kinks was snot & boogers. When it came from kids with normal or small noses, it was fine. But when somebody like Plippy with big honkin’ nostrils sneezed out gooey strands of snot, I couldn’t help but want to slurp it up or use it as masturbation lube. And since these were allergies, it meant I wouldn’t get sick. Plippy was up in his room, in bed not doing much. I introduced myself to him and noticed the side of his arm was shiny. That was my cue to shake hands with this booger boy. Plippy didn’t have the slightest clue I was shaking his snot hand, he just grinned at me while I wanted to lick my hand clean already. Once I got some privacy, I gave my hand a tongue bath, and it tasted awesome! Knowing this kid would be spewing mucus nonstop was making me very excited. I walked back into his room to see Plippy using his blanket as a tissue. I looked to the side and noticed a wastebasket filled to the brim with used tissues. I made sure to bring Plippy lots of fluids so he’d produce more snot. Most of my day there was just watching TV, masturbating in the bathroom to previous pictures. Once dinner time came, I called Plippy down to eat. His snout was still dripping with boogers, and I couldn’t wait to get a closer look when he was asleep. He got his boogers all over his dinner from a sneeze, and I happily swapped mine for his when he wasn’t looking. The snot really added a nice flavor to the meal. Bedtime finally arrived as I got Plippy into bed. This time I didn’t need to disguise the narcotic. I just told him it was a nighttime allergy pill, which he took. Once passed out, I simply lifted up his blanket and took some pictures of his heinie and his tummy. But most importantly, I took pictures of his big, leaky snout. Call me crazy but I really wanted to shove my dick down those slimy tunnels he calls nostrils. They were definitely wider than a bellybutton, so I gave it a shot. And boy did it feel magnificent! I made sure to try both nostrils, and they were equally as slimy and sexy as ever! Once I pulled out, I aimed for the wastebasket and unloaded in there. Part 5: Pride Next, I went on to Chubbum. A frog in rain boots, who was (what a shock) chubby. He may or may not had some kind of brain disorder, as he befriended inanimate objects. But I just dismissed it as imagination. Chubbum’s dad was going on a business trip and needed me to watch over his son. When I got to the house, I could see the fat kid already. Chubbum was a very lardy kid, and I already felt amorous looking at his big belly, that supple navel, and his gigantic ass. I couldn’t help but play the “look over there” card to get Chubbum’s ass in frame. That boy wasn’t much trouble. He’d just lay on the couch with me. As time went on, I would hear Chubbum make slight noises that sounded like whimpers. Eventually he got up and started walking somewhere. Not wanting to be deemed “irresponsible”, I followed suit. A few seconds later I saw Chubbum strugging to reach the knob of a door. I asked if he needed help but he told me he could do it himself. At first I was very confused, but then I put the pieces together: Chubbum had to pee. That awoke another fetish in me. I absolutely adored when little kids had to go pee super bad, but couldn’t. Their desperate struggles to hold it in, especially when some kind of reminder was nearby. Chubbum really had to go by the looks of it, and I wanted to intervene. First I wanted to get Chubbum on video doing the dance, which I tried to make discreet. The way he hopped from side to side, how his legs trembled, I might’ve even saw a bladder bulge too. After filming the desperate little hottie, I simply walked away waiting for him to cave in and ask me for help. The best part of watching children desperate to go is when they have no use but to publicly announce it. Hoping someone, anyone will hear them and cater to their aching bladders. That’s what I wanted to hear from Chubbum, who ultimately gave up on reaching the knob and asked me to open it. Knowing how the body works, that was only the first batch, and he’d probably have to go pee pee soon. Night time came again and Chubbum hopped into bed. A few drugged minutes later, I pulled back his blanket to see his tiny cock about to leak piss. I just had to take a picture, and fast. Lest my phone be waterlogged. The boy’s fat ass rivaled Kevin’s, which was really saying something. My dick pumped in and out of the frog’s slippery cheeks, while I was waiting for the main event. Eventually, Chubbum’s poor little cock couldn’t hold it in snd he started peeing all over me. I came from the sensation, right on Chubbum’s bedsheets. I was alarmed at first, only to see the cum stains blend together with the piss stains. Part 6: Gluttony I got myself all wet last night, but my phone stayed bone-dry. Everything was coming up Chester. My penultimate target was a green hamster by the name of Lucky. He was another green, chubby boy like Kevin & Chubbum, but this one wore glasses. I went to Lucky’s place of residence, met with his family, and prepared myself. When I met Lucky himself, he was face-down in a bowl of cheese paws. Lucky didn’t seem to take much interest in me, as he was focused on eating his lunch. Though judging by that sexy flab, I’d say his third lunch. I insisted that we at least play together. Though Lucky’s idea of “play” could’ve lead to some interesting stories. He wanted to wrestle me, not for fun, but to get me “out of the way.” I decided to go along with it, trying my hardest not to get hard. Lucky eventually pinned me to the floor, and jumped down on my face. His buttcheeks slamming right down on my mouth was the real test of endurance, and then… he let it blast. (Or he “farted” if you’re not familiar with modern slang) Smelling Lucky’s pungent rump odor got me going even more. Kevin was lactose intolerant, so whenever he drinks milk, I make sure to jerk it in the bathroom. And Lucky’s blasts smelled even better! I had to call uncle at that point, exclaiming how his blasts made me weak. That left me with all day to be a sneaky motherfucker and sniff his farts. Lucky went to go get more snacks, and clearly had no portion control. I noticed whenever he ate cheese, he let out more blasts. Typical. Being a kid, Lucky still couldn’t cook, so I whipped up two boxes of macaroni & cheese for him. I knew he liked cheese, and I knew it made him blasty. So I just waited for the moment to come. Low and behold, Lucky tucked himself in and went to bed. I snuck a narcotic in his water and took pictures of his sexy body. I wanted to get a picture of his butt while it was blasting. Which didn’t really take long as his stomach growled and groaned. After some more buildup, Lucky let one blast real hard on me. I took a picture of his rippling cakes, and then held my face real close to his windbags. It was like a tornado to paradise. Surprisingly, I didn’t cum from that. Though I was hard as a rock. Moments later, I mounted Lucky and went to town on his rump. Stuffing my dick inside his flatulent butthole, making extra sure to hotdog him when he was about to blast again. The kid’s ass was like a melody of pleasure. The vibrations from his fetid crack gave my dick the stimulation it deserved. I came probably after 2-3 dick-farts. Probably the quickest I’ve ever been with one of these children. Kevin didn’t know what would hit him next time we were alone. Part 7: Wrath At last, I had only one more kid left before I could go back to Kevin, but this one was the most dangerous one of all: Adorabat. This blue, one-legged bat was the daughter of Eugene, until one day she inadvertently became adopted by the town sheriff and his deputy. Plus she’s a screamer. This is where I had to be at my most cautious. One wrong move and I’d be done. I hesitantly went up to the sheriff’s department, to find the two already on their weird motorcycle. Adorabat was waiting in the living room, drawing some pictures. She was the sheriff’s little girl, but I couldn’t help but find her smoking hot. I just had to play it very coy. I walked behind her, admiring her ass while commenting about her drawing. She smiled and thanked me, then continued drawing. I could’ve taken a picture of her butt right there, but I didn’t want to risk her turning around, and turning me in. It needed to be the right situation. I had to distract her. But how? I noticed a crayon close to the couch, and pieced together a plan. I casually waked by her side and “accidentally” rolled the crayon underneath the couch. I thought my plan was foolproof, until she got it immediately since her wings were longer than I remembered. I started to get worried my lust would overpower me and I’d fuck Adorabat in broad daylight. Every second I saw her plump, gorgeous, delicious booty it became harder to resist. My next plan was to get Adorabat to cover her eyes. Perhaps from hide & seek. I told her I wanted to play the aforementioned game, and that I would be the one hiding. She covered her eyes, and I mentioned to count to 30. She started counting, this was it. I took a picture of her derriere up close, and booked it. I found a good hiding spot in the bathroom, and used it to look at the photo of her butt. Just as her voice started to get closer, I got an erection. I realized she was about to find me with a stiffy, and get me imprisoned. I heard the door open, and knew I had to calm my cock. I had to press my groin against the floor of the tub, and without a moment to spare, she found me. Around came dinner time, where Adorabat’s meal was a bunch of bugs. Adorabat ate a lot really fast. Her gut expanding a little bit. I tried not to stare but I did anyways. I wanted to play with that belly like it was a big balloon filled with water. Adorabat was chaotic. She was a monster who could scream someone to death if she had to. I asked if we could do anything together, but she declined and said I could stay here and relax. She said she had some kind of surprise for me… Part of me wanted it to be sex. Like she was going to be OK with me banging her 5-year-old pussy. To my surprise a ring came from the door. Still on edge from the previous few moments, I cautiously opened the door to see all 5 of the other kids greet me. This practically tore me apart: On one hand, I got all of my favorite kids with me in one spot with no adult supervision, but on the other hand I only had one narcotic left. It was becoming increasingly hard, watching all the kids play around with me. Teasing me with their bodies. Just begging me to fuck them and get me arrested for sure. I just wanted the day to end already so the kids could sleep and be unconscious. But through a combination of boogers and farts, I could barely keep it together. I told myself I did everyone else, and it was Adorabat’s turn. The narcotic was for her. But with the other kids sleeping normally, how would I hump her in private? The only way would be to drug everyone else too. I tried calling my friend for more drugs, but he said they were fresh out. I finally figured something out. I’d let Adorabat sleep in her own room while everyone else sleeps somewhere else. Numerous painful hours later, it was time for bed. I gave Adorabat her narc water and told everyone else to sleep in the living room. At long last, I had Adorabat’s sexy body all to myself. I locked the door, got my phone ready, and saw how she slept. I had forgotten that she slept like a feral bat; her wings giving her the world’s most opaque nightgown. I was at a loss. Adorabat had no kinky qualities like Chubbum’s piss or Ketchup’s navel. She was exposed to more detective skills than normal, meaning she could actually solve the case and land me behind bars with the electric chair-man, Mao Mao. There was only one thing left to do: Go to bed and try to have a lucid, wet dream. Suddenly, I was awoken by Adorabat herself. That’s how I knew I was dreaming since the narcotic would’ve still been in her system. Adorabat looked me in the eye and asked if I was thirsty. I told her I was very thirsty, to which she opened up her crotch and sat on my face with her butt facing my nose. She proceeded to pee directly in my mouth, which tasted nothing short of totally awesome. The bat then blasted a huge one right up my nostrils which made my dick skyrocket. She was enamored with my penis and started to use it as a strip pole. She kept grinding her juicy, plump ass on my cock as she licked it. Adorabat said something about more lubrication, and to my surprise she let out a powerful snot rocket right on my shaft. Adorabat began to rub her boogers all over it and even sneezed on the tip for “good luck.” Then once the foreplay was completed, Adorabat asked me which hole I wanted. I told her I wanted her navel. Despite looking normal, Adorabat’s belly button was able to stretch out and conceal my dick. It was about fucking time. Feeling my cock sliding up and down Adorabat’s bellybutton was a sensation I never knew I needed that badly. And I wanted it pretty badly. After what felt like hours of pure pleasure, Adorabat suddenly pulled my dick out, preparing me for one final act. She pulled out a mound of bellybutton lint the size of her. She commented about how it could be more malleable, so she took a piss on it, her pussy spraying like a hose. Following that she snot-rocketed the gooiest mass of mucus I’ve ever seen, and then ripped one more blast right on it. Feeling myself getting super horny over this fuzzy sludge of sexiness, I tried to run to get it, only to be stuck in place. The lint mass then turned into another Adorabat, but with an even bigger butt. I was only able to stand up when the lint began to speak, telling me “just one more push, Chester.” Which I interpreted as one final thrust before the jizz storm arose. As I stuffed my penis into the snotty, pissy lint, it made one last farting noise before I could feel myself awaking mid-orgasm. It was almost time for everyone else to wake up, and I had a few minutes to clean myself up. I grabbed a box of tissues, and wiped myself clean. My life was finally complete. I was certain that that dream was merely a coincidental fluke. So I treated the rest of the day like any other non-pedophilic babysitter would. I came home with Kevin, and it turns out my parents helped Kevin plan the slumber party at Adorabat’s. I was glad I made it out alive. Not a single soul knew.