Daisy and Tracy became local legends that day. 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. Kyle's legs were wide open, his skirt far too short to hide either the diaper or the waist high tights underneath. 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. 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.
As 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. 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. 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.
David 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.
"Dude..." Clark's jaw dropped as he slowly looked his friend up and down a dozen times.
"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.
"What.The.Hell..." David walked alongside Clark until they were standing right before their struggling friend.
"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.
"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!"
"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.
"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."
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."
"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!"
"He messed with us one too many times, now we're the babysitters and he's the baby." Tracy bragged.
"Oh, I need to hear how this happened." Clark said as he posed for a picture next to his incredulous friend.
"Nnnn-mmm! Mmmphh nmmm fnnnffmm! Lnnng gnnngg mmm mmmph! Mmmmphhh! Mmmm mmm mmmmm mmmmmm!" Kyle made a long-winded string of angry noises as he looked down at Clark's hands testing the taut ropes.
Joining the other in a loud laugh after the umpteenth retelling of Kyle's downfall, David's gaze fell to the crotch of his friend's diaper as joked, "Wow. I mean, we were gonna see if you wanted to go to the movies tonight, Kyle. But I don't think they'll let us take a baby in with us."
Daisy not-so-subtly popped her hips and stuck her chest out to attract David's attention, "Maybe we could go with you instead..."
His attention pulled away from his frothing friend, David quickly found himself distracted by the only thing he cared more about than teasing Kyle. As the tightly trussed teen bucked and berated the boys, Daisy and Tracy flirted their way into a double date with his friends before his very eyes. Whether it was genuine attraction or just to mess with him Kyle wasn't sure, but within ten minutes the four of them wound up leaving to go walk around the store to sort out the details.
"Don't go anywhere, Kyle." Tracy called behind her, swinging her hips with confidence as she slowly walked away.
"Mmmmppphh! MMMMMPPPH! MMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPHH!"
Kyle watched his friends walk away with his sisters, already planning the words he'd have with them later. When they were out of sight, he was simmering in the saddle to the amusement of the cashiers and shoppers alike. Humbled and humiliated, Kyle idly squirmed as he blushed hot red, with nowhere to go and no way to hide.
"Mmmmpphh....mmmmphh....mmm mmmm...mmmmpphh....mmmphh mmmphhh..."
"Well, well, well..." The store manager, Monica, haughtily announced her arrival from behind him, "What do we have here?"
The middle aged manager, outfitted in figure-flattering khaki pants and a tightly fitted polo shirt, came to a stop next to Kyle with her hands on her hips and a smirk on her face. She waited a minute to watch the troublesome teen squirm, listening to him babble into his gag before teasing, "I never thought I'd get to see the day you have nothing to say."
"Pbbbffttt mmmnngg mmmm. Hnnggpphh gnnngg gnnngg gmmm gmm. Pffbbbffttt!" Kyle sucked on his binky to keep himself from drooling.
"Nope, not a peep. I could really used to this..." Monica smiled at him while he slowly shook his head and glared at her.
"Lnnngg mmm gmmph. Lnnng mmm gmmphh."
Monica raised her eyebrows as if waiting for him to say something she could understand, reveling in how her presence made him awkwardly shift his hips and noisily crinkle his diaper, "No yelling, no running around my store, no obnoxious pranks...nothing. Just a cute little baby sucking on his binky. Why can't you always be this well behaved? Do we need to start keeping you all tied up like this every time you come in here?"
Kyle growled and vigorously twisted his torso back and forth to no avail, displaying his sister's skill with rope. He had to constantly suck on his pacifier now or risk drooling in front of everybody, unsure of which was more embarrassing, "Hnnnggg gnnnggpphh! Mmmmphhh!"
"I'd ask you how you got yourself into his mess, but I like it better when you're gagged."
"Gnnggnnnggg ppffffttt! Lnnnggg gnnng llnnngg mmm lllnnnggg mmmm gmmm!"
Monica unhooked a large set of keys from the belt loop of her pants and unlocked the coin box so that she could switch it permanently on, "In fact, you're being such a well behaved little baby that I want to reward you for your good behavior. So here, you don't need any more quarters. You're free to ride, and ride, and ride, all...day...long."
Monica locked the box and returned the keys to the belt loop of her khakis, "Doesn't that sound fun!"
"Nmmmphh! Nmmph mmmphh mmm! Nmmphh! Nmmph!" Kyle shook his head, shook his rattles, and shook his hips.
"Coochie, coochie, coo! Who's being a good little baby?! Who's being a good baby?!" Monica lightly tickled Kyle's neck, cooing and fawning over him loud enough for the cashiers to hear.
"Can we keep him, Monica? I kind of like having a cute baby to keep us company up here." Jamie teased from her register, winking at Kyle when he made the briefest eye contact with her.
The manager laughed along with everyone else, doing everything in her power to make Kyle squirm. She tickled him, teased him, and fussed over him for another before his mom finally returned to the front of the store with a basket full of groceries and a hand cart loaded with large boxes being pulled behind her. Stewing in his bitter embarrassment, the teen impatiently sucked on his binky while waiting for Lisa to finish her business and take him home, a process that would take another half hour as they waited for his aunt to arrive with her SUV. When his aunt did arrive, she confidently strode into the store wearing a pair of figure-flattering leggings and tank top, coming to a halt directly in front of him. Matching the manager's stance by placing her hands on her popped hips, Allison made her nephew awkwardly squirm with a long gaze that traveled up and down his body.
"There's the bouncing little baby!" Allison shared a smile with Monica.
"Pbbffffttt! Gnngg nnggg mmmnngg! Mmmmmpph! Mmmm mmm mmmph!"
"Oh wow, what an outfit!" Allison playfully hip bumped Monica.
Monica laughed and playfully hip bumped Allison in return, "I know, right?! I never thought I'd see 'Mister Cool Guy' here wearing little pink tights..."
"...or a dress..." Allison continued.
"...or a diaper..." Monica lowered her gaze to the crinkling diaper and giggled.
"Mmmmmmmmmpppph!"
Kyle shimmied about as his aunt sauntered close, draping her arm around his shoulders and letting her chest gently press against him, "The girls really tied you up tight didn't they? I've always wondered when they'd get tired of your bullying. Are you sure you can't get out? Maybe you like being all babied up like this?"
"Nnn mmm! Nmmm mm dmmm!" Kyle tried to pull away, but Allison pulled him close and pressed her face against his for a photo taken by Monica.
Allison pressed her hand over her nephews mouth, covering up the binky and tightly clamping down over his face until his cheeks were bulging from beneath her firm grip. With her free hand she stroked his wig and played with the blonde pigtails, cooing and shushing him while Monica happily played photographer, "Shhhh, throwing a tantrum won't get you out of these ropes any faster."
"Gnngg mmmfff fnnnff mmmmphh mmmmm mmmphh mmmm! Mmmmmphh!"
By the time everything was loaded into his aunt's vehicle there was only enough room left for driver and passenger. Much to his chagrin, Kyle had to be pushed in his stroller by his sisters all the way home. The process of unloading him from the horse and strapping him into the stroller was an ungraceful one, and would have been embarrassing if he hadn't already hit rock bottom. At the end of it all, the women working the front of the store all gathered round and said their goodbyes to the pouting boy, pinching his cheeks and cooing at the sputtering teenager until he was finally pushed out of sight. As his aunt and mom drove away in the loaded up vehicle, Kyle was left with his smug sisters looming over him in front of the store.
"Did you enjoy your little pony ride, bro?" Tracy teased as she looked down on him squirming.
"Was it the most embarrassing moment of your life? I bet it was." Daisy teased.
"Fnnnfff ymm! Lmmm mm gnnngg! Lmmm mmm gnnngg! MMMMMMMPHHHH!" Kyle shook his rattles at the girls as they confidently stood over him, rocking the stroller from side to side until Daisy gripped the handles and began pushing.
"Come on, Tracy, let's take little baby for a nice, long walk."
"Mmmmphhh! MMMMMMMMPPPPPPHH! LNNNGG MMM GMMM! LNNG MMM GMMM!"
"Oh shut up and suck it, Kyle. We own you now." Tracy firmly scolded.
Kyle furrowed his brow and suffered through a walk that was twice as long as the one that brought them to the store. He didn't sit still for a moment, rubbing his shoes against the stroller and shifting around in his diaper while fuming at his sisters' nonstop teasing. First, they took him to a busy park where he was ogled at by young mothers and their children, all of them enthralled at how a pair of girls had managed to dominate and babify their bigger brother into such a ridiculous outfit. Then, they took him past an active baseball diamond where dozens of boys his age saw him wallowing in total emasculation. The worst of it was when the girls took him to Knotty High's track that surrounded the football field, walking several laps around it while the school's cheer squad practiced their routine. By the time they wheeled the wiggly boy back to their house the sun was beginning to set.
"Phew, what a day. Did little baby have fun?" Daisy cooed as she struggled with Tracy to pull their grumbling brother up the steps and into the house.
"Hnngg gnnggmmggfff. Nnn mmm. Nnn mmm. Nmmm mmm dnnnddmm. Lnnng mm gmm. Lnnngg mm gmm. Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmphh! Mmmph mmmphh mmmpph!"
Finally inside, the girls wheeled Kyle into the living room where their mother and aunt were lounging on the couch, each with a glass of wine in their hands as they took a break from assembling the baby gear strewn about. Clearly buzzed on wine, Lisa loudly welcomed her kids back, "Well look who's finally returned! Did you girls take the long way back?"
Tracy replied while helping Daisy remove the twine rope keeping Kyle strictly strapped to the stroller, "We just wanted to make sure little baby Kylie got enough sun, you know?"
"Hnnggg gmmmphh! Mmmmppphh!"
The girls unceremoniously dumped their bound and gagged brother into an already assembled play pen, both of them bent over at ninety degree angles as they leaned over to watch him flop about like a fish out of water, knocking into the netting and throwing a fit. They smirked at him, then at each other as he grew louder and louder, high fiving themselves for a job well done. His diapered bottom was on full display to the women sipping their wine, eliciting a round of giggles as they watched him indignantly wiggle his rump.
"Can we leave him with you, mom? We're going to the movies with Clark and David, and we need to get ready." Tracy asked without looking away from her brother sucking on his binky.
"Of course. You girls did such a good job babysitting your brother, we'll take it from here." Lisa stood from the couch with Allison and bent over to lean against the railing of the play pen.
For a few minutes, all four of them were leaned over and smirking down into the pen, watching Kyle helplessly roll around and knock into the sides in a futile tantrum. The four of them smugly smiling down at him was like rubbing salt into his wounded ego, and the resulting tirade of angry noises could be heard all the way from the top of the stairs when they left to get showered and dressed for their date with his friends. Left with frog tied legs and box tied arms, Kyle angrily shook his rattles at the wine drunk women stooping over the play pen, giving them both deadly serious glares.
"Mmmmphh! Mmmphh mmmphh mmmphh! Mmmmphh! Mmmmphh mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmphh mmmmm mmmphh mmmm mmmph!"
"Do you understand what he's saying?" Lisa asked her sister.
"The more important question is, does it matter?" Allison replied before taking a long sip of wine.
"Good point. He's probably just fussy because he's hungry anyways." Lisa's mirthful gaze watched her trussed up teen violently wiggle his bottom.
"Is that it, little baby? Are you ready for your bottle?" Allison cooed.
"Nnnn mmmm! Nmmphh! Lmmphh mm gmm! Lmmphh mmm gmmm!"
"Too bad you're all tied up, you can't even feed yourself, just like a baby." Lisa teased Kyle as he flexed his muscles against the twine.
"Don't worry, I'll go get his bottle ready. Try to calm him down a bit, won't you?" Allison swaggered out of the room, adding a little extra swing to her hips that didn't go unnoticed by her nephew.
Lisa tipped the play pen onto its side and watched Kyle roll out of it and onto the floor at her feet. Lifting up one of her bare feet, she pressed it down onto his face and posed over him with one hand on her hip and the other swirling the wine in her glass, "Look at me. Look. At. Me."
Lisa stood straight, watching her son's eyes travel up her figure until they were just barely able to make contact with hers past he curvature of her chest. The two stared at one another for a long moment, his head pinned still while the rest of his body twisted aimlessly, "Hnnggphh...mmmmmmphhhh...mmmphh....mmmmm gnnnngg...."
"Do I have your attention?" Lisa groped and squeezed his face with her toes, slowly sliding her foot up and down.
Lisa listened to his diaper crinkle for a few more moments before continuing, "Good. Now listen. You have two choices, you can either be a good little baby and suck your bottle when it's ready, or you can suck our toes. Take a big whiff and decide which sounds worse to you."
Lisa trapped Kyle's nose between her toes and took an extra long drink of her wine while he gagged, adding, "Hey Alexa, play 'Despacito'."
The smart device complied, and as the music began playing, Lisa smirked down at her writhing son and began bouncing her hips to the beat...