![]() ![]() "Oh, I need to hear how this happened." Clark said as he posed for a picture next to his incredulous friend. "He messed with us one too many times, now we're the babysitters and he's the baby." Tracy bragged. ![]() "Pbbbffftt! Lnnngg gmmm! Lnnngg mmm gmmm! Mmmmph! Mmmph, mmmphh!" Kyle looked down at Clark's hands roughly pulling on the bondage and shook his rattles at him, "LNNGG MM GMMM! MMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmphhh!" Kyle shook his head, and David, like everyone else, couldn't resist the chance to fill his phone with humiliating photos of his friend, "We were gonna see if you wanted to go to the movies tonight, but I don't want to have to change you if you mess yourself." "You got owned, dude!" Clark grabbed a coil of twine that was tautly looped around Kyle's thigh and gave it a pull, "Please tell me you haven't used that diaper." "Mmmmmmppph! Hlllfff mmm! Mmmmhh! Mmmmph! Mmmph! Mmmphh nmmmff fnnnmm!" Kyle lurched in the saddle, letting out indignant, incredulous noises when his friends starting grabbing at the ropes and tugging on them like they were inspecting an item on the clearance rack. "Bro." David continued eyeing his friend up and down, making Kyle squirming all the more bashfully under his gaze, "They turned you into a baby!" "Hi boys," Tracey dropped another quarter into the machine for dramatic effect, striking a flirtatious pose with her legs crossed as she leaned against the coin box. "." David walked alongside Clark until they were standing right before their struggling friend. ![]() "Mmmmphh! Mmmmph! Mmmmph mmmphhh mmmmmm! Hlllfff mmm! Hlllff mmm! Mmmhhh llll tnnff mmf! Thmm tnnnd mmm umph!" Kyle urged them to step in and save him, giving them helpless, wide-eyed looks of embarrassment while they in turn studied his outfit with equal parts amusement and horror. "Dude." Clark's jaw dropped as he slowly looked his friend up and down a dozen times. ![]() What frustrated him more than his former victims, however, was that two of his own friends discovered him shaking his rattles at his sisters and didn't bother to help.ĭavid and Clark, walking into the store in their summer shorts and t-shirts, didn't recognize him for the first few moments, but when they came closer to investigate their eyes lit up with recognition and their curious expressions turned to ones of surprise. Like the helpless little baby he'd been turned into he fussed and fidgeted to the never ending sounds of cooing, giggles, and condescending lectures from a parade of yoga pants wearing women who were all beaming at the sight of him impotently fighting against his bondage. College girls, soccer moms, and bored teens came and went, all of them congratulating the girls on their conquest while Kyle mumbled curses at them.Īs his sisters solidified themselves as girl bosses, Kyle impatiently put their rope skills on display by twisting, straining, flexing, and contorting his body as he simmered in the saddle. Still cutely tied into a neat bow around his head, the pink ribbon attached to the oversized pacifier lodged in his mouth held just as firm as the twine rope that made his skin bulge, ensuring the only sounds he made were gibberish. Kyle's legs were wide open, his skirt far too short to hide either the diaper or the waist high tights underneath. Victims of their brother's antics and curious strangers alike were all too happy to seize on the chance to embarrass the agitated boy struggling in his bondage. Daisy and Tracy became local legends that day. ![]()
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