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Oh check on this story and seen it had been updated ! glad I did ! great to see it be continued ! talk about the worst of of Humiliation ! not only was he made to wear that Diaper,but now he actually used it ! Poor " Kylie ! " and yet the Baby torment doesn't end ! :D great work ! loving every bit of this series thus far !
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Love it! Hopefully he gets fed something super humiliating and messy next while he is still tied up at the girls mercy!
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Part VI: The Girls Take Charge


Hours after they'd left for their 'date' with Kyle's friends, Tracy and Daisy pulled into the driveway in David's car.

"Shit, the lights are still on, do you think Mom's still up?" Tracy asked her sister.

"How are we going to get these two into house?" Daisy glanced in the direction of the trunk, where David and Clark were busy thumping around.

Leaving the engine running, the girls popped the trunk to check on their tightly packaged cargo. There in the dim glow of the car's brake lights, they grinned down at pair of rowdy boys grunting and grinding against one another. Bound and gagged with several rolls of silver duct tape, the sweaty teens wriggled around in taut hogties, their belts entwined and buckled together at the waist to keep them face to face. Their noses, chests, and hips constantly rubbed together as the two vocally protested their predicament as the pair of smugly smirking girls loomed over them with their hands on their hips.

"Mmmmm mmm mmmm! Mmmmphh! Mmmmph! Mmmmm mmm mmmm mmm mmm! Mmmmmm!"

Tracy opened her mouth to speak but paused, biting down on her lip and watching them wrestle against their thick, sticky bindings. Starting from his ankles and following the bowed shape of his figure, she thoroughly examined the integrity of David's bindings, studying each band of silver around his shins, knees, and thighs. Her gaze lingered on his hips as he shimmied and jerked against Clark before letting her eyes wander past his helplessly flapping hands and travel up his heaving chest before finally settling on his red face.

"Sorry to interrupt your bonding time, boys, but there's a bit of a hiccup in our plan that we need to deal with. You two don't mind waiting our here for a little while longer, do you?" Tracy rhetorically asked.

The boys furrowed their brows and defiantly wiggled their bodies at the girls, both of them trying to shout over Daisy as she spoke next, "You two aren't still mad about what went down at the movie theater, are you? Why are boys always so bitter when girls get the better of them?"

"Lnnng mmm gmm! Wnnnd mmphh ymmm thnngg mmm dmmm?! Lnnng mmm gmmm!" The boys tried to make their gagged shouts sound as masculine and menacing as they could.

"Stay here sis, I'm gonna go inside and see what's up." Tracy instructed, giving a wink and a head pat to Clark before she left.

Daisy sat down on the lip of the trunk, crossing her legs and reaching inside with an outstretched arm, "Are you boys ticklish?"

Tracy quietly giggled to herself when the boys began roaring and laughing through their gags. She turned around to see the car rocking even more violently from side to side before returning her attention to the slightly ajar front door. Quietly letting herself in, she crept through the house and listened for sounds of activity. As she passed through the kitchen, she noted a dozen empty bottles of wine, and wondered whether there'd been a party or if their mom and aunt had died from alcohol poisoning.

"Anybody awake?" Tracy cautiously called out.

There in the living room she found both women passed out on the couch in a wine induced hibernation. While her mother was slumped on one half of the sectional, her aunt was slumped over on the other half with her legs resting on Kyle's shoulders with the fuming teen's wiggling head trapped between her locked thighs. Clasping both hands over her mouth, Tracy stifled a giggle at the sight of her big brother on his knees, still frog-tied with his legs splayed open wide, and fruitlessly trying to pull himself free from the head-scissor hold he was trapped in. The bulb of his pacifier rhythmically bobbed up and down in his mouth as he idly sucked on it out of what appeared to be sheer boredom.

"Oh my God, you're still tied up?" Tracy whispered at her brooding brother.

His body jerked in surprise and his face turned red at being caught in his humbling predicament, "Mmmmph! Trmmpphhmm, gnnng mm mmphh mmph hmm!"

Kyle shook his rattles and wiggled his head, motioning for help in dislodging himself from between Allison's thick thighs. Taking out her phone, Tracy began taking pictures, "This is too funny, I can't even..."

"Mmmmph! Trmmphhmm...TRMMMPHHMMM! Nnnnnng! Gnnngg mmm mmphh!"

Allison drowsily shifted her body, causing both teens to freeze in place as they waited to see if she'd stir from her slumber, but she merely shifted her curvy hips before settling back into a deep sleep.

Letting out a breath, Tracy continued, "So, big bro, what did I miss? Your tights are gone and you're wearing a different diaper, did they... change you?" Tracy covered her smile as if she'd just learned a scandalous secret, "You didn't have an accident did you?"

She watched Kyle wiggle his hips and bitterly concede that that's exactly what had happened, "Oh my God. Did my big brother wet his little diaper?"

Tracy playfully fussed with the pigtails of Kyle's wig, "I can't believe I missed it! Did they powder your butt too?"

"Fmmphh ymmph, fmmphhmmph bmmphh!" Kyle's head violently wiggled from side to side between his aunt's thighs as he pushed against the pacifier with his tongue.

"Shhh, you wouldn't want to wake up Aunt Allison and Mom, would you? You haven't even heard how our date went yet."

Letting out a frustrated groan, Kyle bitterly glared up at his cocky sister's confident victory pose. He continued to stare forward while the rest of his body gently twisted from side to side, his soft grunts and crinkling diaper the only sounds in the room as his sister relished his humiliating situation. Tracy eventually snapped out of her distraction, remembering Daisy was still outside waiting for her.

"Stay." Tracy calmly commanded as if she were speaking to a dog, patting him on the head and letting out a girly giggle before standing up and skipping out of the room.

"Nnn-mm. Nnn-mmm! Trmmphmm, gmmm bmmphh!" Kyle called after his sister, shaking his rattles at her until she was out of sight.

Left to stew in his predicament, Kyle urgently shook his rattles and forcefully wiggled his head between his aunt's thighs in one last desperate attempt to wake her up before his sisters returned. Surely, he thought, they would untie him now that he'd been kept as a bound and gagged baby all day. But no matter how viciously he squirmed, Allison's only reaction was to gently squeeze his head between her legs without any sign of waking. Minutes slowly ticked by with nothing more for him to do than listen to the sound of his own noisy diaper crinkling as he uncomfortably shifted his hips.

"Shhh! Stop squirming!" Daisy commanded from the front door.

Kyle listened to the approaching commotion coming from the kitchen until he saw his sisters struggling to carry Clark into the living room as he defiantly wriggled around in their grasp. The rabid teen had duct tape wrapped around his forehead that looped around and attached to his ankles, keeping him bowed and bent as the girls hauled him through the house. The boys made brief eye contact with one another, both of them sharing a look of mortified embarrassment as they grunted and mumbled at one another. Looking him up and down, Kyle raised an eyebrow when he noticed an unmistakable bulge in the crotch of his friend's jeans that Tracy was using a makeshift handle to help carry Clark.

Tracy smirked at her brother, who was still angrily wiggling his head between his aunt's powerful thighs and cooed, "Good boy! Stay, stay! Don't go anywhere, we'll come back for you soon."

"Tracy, shut up!" Daisy harshly whispered, "You're going to wake them."

"Girl, if they were going to wake up they would have. Those two are out. Now let's get this loser upstairs."

The girls' giggles echoed through the hall all the way up the stairs, the teens almost losing their grip on the wiggling boy several times before finally managing to carry him into their bedroom where they stuffed him head first into Daisy's laundry hamper. With one final heft, the girls shoved him into a pile of worn gym clothes. Taking a few minutes to catch their breath, Daisy closed the lid to the hamper and took a seat on top of it, crossing her legs and wiping the sweat from her brow.

"Phew! I can't believe we have to do that one more time, you boys are heavy!" Daisy teased as Clark's feet kicked against the hamper lid.

"Twice, actually. We can't risk Mom and Aunt Aly waking up and letting our big baby brother go, he'd squeal about his friends being in here with us the moment they take the gag out of his mouth."

"Mmmmmmphhh! Lnnngg mmm mmphh mmm hrrr!" Clark groaned in disgust as he demanded to be let out of his new prison.

"Deep breaths, Clark. Deep breaths." Tracy playfully coached Clark through his disgusted fit of bucking and writhing.

"Sorry about the smell, Clark. Just say something if it's too much for you to handle." Daisy teased.

Daisy was almost bounced into the air when Clark channeled his strength for a few powerful kicks against the hamper's lid. The overwhelmed boy wallowed in a confusing storm of hormones and emotions as he tried to stop himself from making embarrassing noises that made the pretty girls laugh at him. After being teased, tickled, squeezed, and humiliated, it was impossible for him to collect his thoughts. The memories of him making fun of Kyle for being bound and gagged by his little sisters were still fresh in his mind, and was the state he was left in when the girls turned their attention to getting David into the house. He listened to the girls laugh at the gagging noises he made until the only sound left in the room was his heavy breathing. In the girls' absence, the only signs of life in the room was a laundry hamper that slightly rocked from side to side.

Out in the driveway, the girls once again stood with their hands on their hips as they watched David rock back and forth on his stomach, listening to his labored grunts. Confident that the women wouldn't wake up anytime soon, they both sat on the lip of the trunk and toyed with the flustered boy. They rolled him from side to side, rocked him on his stomach, and tickled him all over. In the span of a few minutes they had turned him into an absolute mess of hormones and mixed emotions similar to Clark, to the point that he was no longer able to prevent his jeans from bulging just as Clark's were. There was little he could do to hide the impact the girls were having on him, and he was becoming less subtle about where his eyes wandered. It was in this state that the girls grabbed him up and carried him into the house, pausing so that him and Kyle could become properly humbled by the thought that three strong boys had been trussed up and gagged by a pair of girls smaller than them.

Soon after, Kyle was finally rescued from his aunt's sleepy scissor hold, but in the last way he wanted. When his would be rescuers finally came to his aid, they did so reluctantly, taking their sweet time about it. His sisters had changed out of their 'date' outfits and now sported more comfortable cotton booty shorts and camisoles, confidently posing in front of him with their hands on their hips as if they were modeling the outfits for a catalogue. Refusing to meet their gaze, he stared straight ahead at their cocked hips, watching their curves shift back and forth as they relished the sight of him on him humbled on his knees.

"What's wrong big brother?" Daisy sweetly asked, "You're still tied up and gagged? I thought you would have used your superior boy muscles to escape by now. Or maybe you're nice and comfy between Aunt Aly's thighs?"

Kyle pouted into his gag, making a show out of trying to pull his head free as his body made quick, angry jerking motions. He watched their hips shift back and forth as they both stood there taking pictures of him. Camera shutter noises and the sound of his constantly crinkling diaper filled the air for several long minutes. In what was the worst possible timing, all of the baby formula the soccer moms had made him guzzle hours earlier finally got the best of him. In the relative silence of girly giggling, camera shutters clicking, and his frustrated grunting, the soft sound of his bladder emptying into his diaper was unmistakable. Feeling his face flush with heat, he squirmed in total embarrassment as his the girls watched him soak his diaper. Shrill, excited squeals of delight erupted from them both, and he watched them point and laugh at him as the tell-tale indicators on the crotch of his diaper changed color.

"Heeheeheehee! I can't-!" Daisy switched from taking pictures to recording video, proudly posing in a wide-legged stance.

"Kylie!" Tracy mockingly gasped, struggling to catch her breath between squeals that were so high-pitched only a dog could hear them, "I guess we better put down some rubber sheets for you tonight!"

Kyle let out a long, humiliated groan as both girls used their free hands to engage in their obnoxiously long and complicated secret handshake even as he was still emptying his bladder. As he watched the insufferably cocky girls celebrate the death of his masculinity, he felt like he'd lost the gender war on behalf of all boys everywhere, and wondered how two little brats had done this to him. He'd been holding it for so long that it took at least a solid minute for him to finish. It just kept coming, and coming, and coming, making him feel like the moment would last forever.

"What do you think, sis, are you sure we shouldn't just leave our big baby here to sit in his mess?" Daisy playfully bumped her booty against Tracy's.

Tracey bumped her hip against Daisy's and responded, "I think we should take him with us and make the boys watch us change him."

"Nmmph! Nmmph! Nnn-mmm! Nnn-mm! Mmmph, mmmph, mmmphh! Mmmph! Mmmph!"

The girls carefully pried their brother's head from between their aunt's thighs, giggling among themselves as he squirmed all the way up the stairs and into the their bedroom...
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I am so glad to see this wonderful story continued! :D
And it will be just great to read about Kyle suffering the humiliation of having his diaper changed by his younger sisters with an audience to watch. :twisted:
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Another great addition! At least Kylie has some friends now.
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Wait, the girls kidnapped Kyle's " Friends " :o well, that took an unexpected turn, I hope we'll get an explanation for that next chapter, cause that's taking things to a different level ( Humiliating Kyle was one thing, but kidnapping people now ?) either way curious to see where it goes, and I do look forward to see what more things will happen to Kyle with his Babyish torments !
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Simply one of the best stories on tug stories.
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I just realized they’re going to have to untie Kylie to change his diaper. At least his legs. But the girls are certainly strong enough.
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Looking forward to the next part.
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SchooledBoys is like infmed88 returned to us, and I am here for whatever they write for us.
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G9Drox wrote: 1 year ago SchooledBoys is like infmed88 returned to us, and I am here for whatever they write for us.
Agreed! Their stories are some of the best! Its so sad that they’ve gone dark ☹️
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Really looking forward if there is another part!
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guardian741 wrote: 1 year ago
G9Drox wrote: 1 year ago SchooledBoys is like infmed88 returned to us, and I am here for whatever they write for us.
Its so sad that they’ve gone dark ☹️
Agreed. 😔
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Part Vii: The Play Date

The girls' bedroom was filled with the sound of girly pop music, crinkling diapers, and boys angrily trying to speak with pacifiers forced into their mouths. Kyle, having been changed into a fresh diaper as his friends watched, suckled on his gag while staring at the soles of Daisy's feet. Frog-tied on his knees, his torso was bound to the wooden frame at the foot of his sister's bed, his neck bent backwards with the back of his head pinned against the soft mattress by Daisy's bare feet pressing down against his face. Tamed and objectified, he uncomfortably shifted his hips in his itchy diaper as the little brat painted her toenails, quietly fuming as she used his face as her footrest. His arms were box-tied behind his back, and the rattles that had been in his hands had been removed to spare the girls from the incessant noise.

"Gnngngnphh..." Kyle grumbled, wiggling his head and hips in frustration as he pouted in defeat.

"Hold still." Daisy commanded, lightly smacking him in the face with her foot before continuing to carefully apply pink nail polish to her toes.

Still reeling from the humiliation of being changed and powdered while his friends were forced to watch, Kyle dwelled on the most recent affront to his masculinity. Clark and David had been sat on their knees on either side of Tracy, who'd kept a firm grip on their heads, pinning them to her hips so that they couldn't look away when Daisy sat on top of him and stripped him from the waist down. His legs untied, he'd kicked and thrashed and flopped around, completely exposed as Daisy had wiped him, powdered him with itching powder, and wrestled him into a big puffy diaper. Instead of dressing him in another pair of tights to ruin, she forced him into a pair of pink thigh high socks instead. Throughout it all Clark and David watched with wide-eyed disbelief, helpless to do anything as Kyle thrashed about like a fussy baby throwing a tantrum. They'd never forget the sight of Kyle flopping around as he bucked beneath Daisy, nor would they forget the sight of him turned into an ornamental addition to her bed frame.

Now, with his hips violently shimmying from the copious powder in his diaper, Kyle wallowed in the smell of his little sister's feet as Daisy sat comfortably on her bed, scrunching and squeezing his face with her toes while she painted them. His mittened hands impotently rubbed against the twine tightly wound all across him, his fake boobs were thrust forward due to his arched back, and squeezed in the taut bindings. That the other boys who'd laughed at his public humiliation earlier were now suffering the same fate was of little comfort to him. With nowhere to go and nothing to do, he bitterly suckled on his pacifier and contorted his hips.

Clark and David had lost control of their bladders shortly after Kyle had been changed, and had suffered through the indignity of being stripped, feminized, diapered, and muzzled with pacifiers. Just as they had watched Kyle get diapered and dominated by Daisy, Daisy had forced Kyle to watch his friends get babied by Tracy. With his little sister sat on the edge of her bed, she'd wrapped her thick, tanned and toned thighs around his head so he couldn't look away while each boy was exposed, imprinting the image of their wiggling bottoms forever in his memory. When Tracy was done, the girls had lined up the the trio of bullies next to one another and took a barrage of pictures and videos of them writhing in emasculated tantrums. Similar to Kyle, Clark and David were now adorned with big puffy diapers, thigh high socks, undersized t-shirts, bras stuffed with bouncy water balloons, pig-tailed wigs, and baby mittens to keep them from picking at the tightly tied twine. Kyle's attention snapped back to the present moment when Clark's irate struggling set off one of the noisy toys that were part of the bounce-and-play he now occupied.

"Mmmmmphhh! Mmmmphhh gnnng tnnngg mmmphh! Mmmmphh! Mmmphh! Mmmmphh!" Clark shook his bottom and threw his head back, spouting garbled nonsense as he lost his sanity.

Trapped in the same predicament Kyle had been when he was discovered by his mom upon her return home, Clark found himself stuffed into the rolling baby bouncer with his legs frog-tied and his arms tied up behind his back in a box-tie, mitted hands fumbling in futility at the knotted twine. He couldn't take the itching anymore, he had to wiggle free from this nightmare. The water balloons stuffed into his bra bounced along with him as he twisted and lurched in a frenzy, rubbing his package against the interior of his diaper for even the most fleeting of relief. He wished now more than ever that he'd stepped in to untie Kyle while he had the chance, now there was nobody to save him from this slumber party from hell.

"N-no, I'm not a-mmmpphh!" David flushed red as Tracy shoved a bottle of formula in his mouth.

Just like the other two boys, David's legs had been folded and frog-tied, though he was sat on his knees with his head trapped between Tracy's thighs. Facing the smug girl who sat on the edge of her bed, he wiggled his head about between her legs as she firmly forced the bottle's nipple into his mouth and held it here, patiently waiting for him to start suckling.

Cooing in a sweet, innocent voice, Tracy encouraged him, "Come on, I know baby's hungry. You're still so fussy even after we changed you, you must be hungry."

"Nnnggphh! Legph eee gooo! Lepphh eee goo ooo grnnphh!"

"Shhhh, we're the babysitters now, and you have to do whatever we say." Tracy cooed down at him.

David continued to argue with her, as if he could still salvage some aspect of his pride by fighting against his feeding. Driven just as mad as the other boys by the incessant itching, he arched his back, thrust out his hips, and angrily wiggled his bottom. It felt like a colony of ants had moved into his diaper, but the more he fidgeted the worse it itched. Toying with him in a back and forth battle, Tracy allowed him to spit the bottle out only to shove it right back into his mouth again, biting down on her lip and savoring the powerless look of humiliation on his face.

"Get that stupid-mmnngphhh...somebody help m-mmmmpphh...n-no, no-ooommphhh..."

Taking on a more authoritative tone, Tracy spoke over the sounds of David's sputtering, "If you don't drink your formula I'm going to stuff Kyle's dirty socks into your mouth instead. Is that what you want?"

Finally, with great reluctance, David gave in and began sucking on the bottle. Glaring up at Tracy with murderous intent, his face turned an even deeper shade of red as he obediently gulped down the formula, his contentious protests melting into frustrated moans and grunts.

"Good girl!" Tracy cooed in the most condescending tone she could manage, patting David on the head, "Isn't this so much more fun than that boring movie?"

David again tried to respond, "Pffbbtt! Nnnggphh...glllg..glllg..."

Daisy chirped, "It is for me!"

"Can you believe they actually thought we wanted to hook up with them after the way they've treated us? Boys are so dumb." Tracy scoffed, shooting Clark and David a judgemental scowl.

Daisy stretched out one of her legs as if examining her painted toes, teasing Clark with a view of her tight, perky figure, "All we had to do was show some skin and bat our eyes and they followed us around with their mouths open."

Clark narrowed his eyes and shook his head, fussing and cussing at Daisy, annoyed because he knew she was right. Even while he was in the throes of this humiliating moment he couldn't keep his gaze from lingering on her incredible legs. It was like rubbing salt in an open wound, there was simply no defense against it...


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Welcome back!! And yet another fantastic addition to what is already one of the best stories on this site.

Looking forward to your next chapter and your next stories!
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It's great to see you continuing this wonderful story! :D
Daisy had wiped him, powdered him with itching powder,
This is a wonderful addition to his torments. Since he doesn't have the use of his hands, and won't for the foreseeable future, the itching powder should drive him insane.
Now, with his hips violently shimmying from the copious powder in his diaper,
I love the fact that the powder used was copious, so it will itch intensely for a long time. I hope that Daisy is prepared to loosen his diaper and pour in more itching powder every few hours. :twisted:
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@SchooledBoys , welcome back friend!!! Great to see your writing and your story continued!

Loved this next part of the saga; especially the smelly foot resting in the boy’s face while Daisy painted her nails. Total brat status while making sure he suffered!

Keep up the great work!
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Great continuation! Hope that it continues in the near future.
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Finally caught up on this story :!: It has been surprisingly enjoyable so far. At one point I got confused as to how Kyle's mother's socks with which he was gagged in "Kyle gets Bottle Fed and Bounced", turned into Daisy's socks in "(Babied and Bullied)", but that's the only quibble I've got.

I love how Kyle isn't allowed to get a single word in, and is kept constantly gagged one way or another. Even if he does get a word or two in, he immediately gets cut short and gagged, any voice he may have nullified. He has no escape and nothing he could possible do or say will alter his fate. "us girls are in charge and you don't get a say" indeed!

As for Kyle's friends David and Clark, presumably also 17 as Kyle, it is hard to feel sorry for them given that they agreed to go out on a date with a 15 and 14 year old girls. Kyle, if he is to become a good and loyal big brother to his sisters, should properly admonish his so-called friends once his predicament is over.

Can't wait to see how this story evolves, and how the girls will deal with the boys as they must eventually all sleep.

Would also be interested to eventually read, in another story perhaps, about Kyle and his crush Jamie?

Thanks for continuing this entertaining take on "Girls rule, boys drool!" @SchooledBoys :!:
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Amazing
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