The 12 Trials of Harrison: 4. Youthened

Postby PeterPan » Thu Aug 01, 2013 3:51 pm

4. Youthened

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By the beginning of my fourth weekend as the plaything of Keesha and Valerie, I thought I had figured out the drill: Keesha would tie me up and enjoy controlling me, and then Saturday morning Valerie would find some way to make me feel silly, and then I'd be left to go home early (at least, I hoped that pattern kept up). I was mentally prepared for each of them when they came.

Which was why it was such a huge surprise to me when Valerie was the one to open the door. She squealed and spun me around effortlessly, then drawing me in close for a hug. "Harry! I've been waiting for you!"

"Where's...Keesha...?" I managed, trying to breathe.

Valerie pulled me away. "Well, I didn't really get to play much with you last week, so I convinced Keesha to switch my shift tonight with hers earlier in the week. So this time I get to have you all to myself!"

"Great," I said, rolling my eyes. I was able to get a bit bolder around these girls, since I knew they'd do whatever they wanted with me regardless.

Valerie giggled. "Oh, come on, we both know that you like it." She patted my crotch lightly, and I instantly blushed. "That's right. Now come on, I've got a lot planned for you."

She took my hand and led me up the stairs, talking all the while. "I know how much fun you had when Keesha played that slave game with you, so I figured that we'd play a game of our own."

"Let me guess," I said sarcastically. "You wanna dress me up as a little boy."

She stopped, then turned down to look at me. "That obvious?"

I pulled down the waistline of my jeans just enough to reveal the cartoon undies underneath.

Sighing, she sat down on a step. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be that focused, but...." She looked me up and down, apparently barely able to suppress the urge to pinch my cheeks. "You're just so cute like that. And I...I want to make you blush...."

She was blushing now herself. Despite her being my tormenter, I was feeling an obligation to make her feel better. "It's not a big deal. Lots of people do it. And it's not as bad when you do it because you're...fond of me."

She looked up suddenly at this, tears in her eyes. Then she smiled gratefully. "After today I promise to play with you some other way, okay?" she said, leading me into Connor's bedroom.

"Does that mean you'll let me stop wearing the cartoons on my butt?" I asked, slightly hopeful.

Valerie turned and grinned. "Not a chance."

I just groaned.

She clapped her hands together. "Oh you're just going to make the most adorable prisoner ever!" With that, she immediately pulled most of my clothes off, revealing my everpresent undies. Then she started dressing me. Before I knew it, I had bib overalls with a teddy bear on them and a red T-shirt on. I glanced over at the mirror. Yep, I looked ridiculous, exactly as I knew I would.

Without any further ado, Valerie took my hands behind my back and tied them together, followed by my ankles. With a prod, she had me march downstairs to the living room, where she laid me down in front of some afternoon cartoons. As a final stroke, she took a large stuffed white rabbit and duct taped it to my chest. "Now you have a toy," she giggled.

"Wonderful," I responded.

"Oh, that remind me." She took what looked to be an old tie and pulled it through my teeth, tying it off on the other side of my head.

"'at'th dis fo'?" I asked through the tie.

"Well, I've always thought that the way that little kids can't pronounce right is so adorable. This is the closest I can get to making you talk that way. What do you saaaaaay?"

I rolled my eyes and remained silent.

"C'moooon," she said, starting to tickle me. "What do you saaaaaaay?"

I jerked on the floor. "Dank 'u, dank 'u!" I gasped.

"Good boy, Harry," she said proudly, resting my head in her lap. We spent the next little while like that, Valerie drawing her fingers through my hair, watching kids' shows. Occasionally she would ask me a question, just so that she could giggle at my fragmented response, but otherwise, besides being tied up, I'd say that the experience was quite lovely.

After a while, she placed a towel under me in her lap, and she began rubbing something in my hair. "'at 'u doin'?" I said as best I could.

"Just adding something to make your hair nicer. Now hush," was the only thing she would tell me. It wasn't as if her fingers running through my hair felt bad or anything, so I just let her keep going. Soon she was wrapping my head in some fabric, occasionally looking under it for something.

It wasn't until later that she removed the cloth and I could barely see in the reflection of the television what she had done: my hair had turned golden blonde!

"'EY!" I yelped, trying to squirm away. "'at's da big idea?"

For that I got a swift slap on my rump. "Don't yell at me like that. You look lovely with blonde hair."

"'u didn' ask pe'msshon!"

"Oh dear, looks like my little boy is getting tired. Time to send him off to bed." Ignoring my protestations, she picked me up and carried me up the stairs and into the bathroom. I was still trying to squirm away, annoyed with this new nonsense she had done to me. How was I supposed to explain this to other people? This had gone completely too far.

But my struggles were useless. Valerie untied my wrists and removed my shirt before retying them. She undid the ankles next and, so quickly that I could scarcely believe it, removed the rest of my clothes entirely.

"'AWERIE!" I shouted.

With a fierce look on her face, she redid my ankle bindings and then sat on the toilet with me across her knees, spanking me hard several times. Tears flowed out of my eyes as I yelped from the pain and the humiliation.

She finally stopped and said, "Now that is enough out of you. You are my boy, you hear? Mine. And I can do whatever I want with you, and you are going to sit back and enjoy it. Understand."

I didn't say anything. I was spanked again. I quietly said "'es."

"What do you say?"

"'m sowwy."

"That's better. Be on your best behavior."

With tears still flowing from my eyes, Valerie reached over and started the tub running, adding bubbles for a further childish effect. As we waited for the water to rise, she rocked me, soothing. At one point she said, "I don't know why you care if anyone see's that little thing down there," which just made me break into more tears of embarrassment.

By the time she laid me in the shallow water and began rubbing me down with soap, I had managed to calm down, and I realized that what had just happened might have been what she wanted all along. She got a buzz out of punishing me just as much as she did out of embarrassing me. She was probably hoping I'd be angry and then later cry.

She was certainly something else.

Valerie washed my entire body, to my chagrin, and even my hair. I had hoped that the hairdye would come out in the washing, but no such luck. I had to admit, as young as I looked, the change in hair color really sealed the deal. I was indistinguishable from a little kid.

She further gave me the look when she pulled me out of the tub. A few brushes with a makeup tool and she had more freckles on my face and rosy cheeks on me to boot. After brushing my teeth for me and making me "go potty" (ugh), she carried me back to Connor's room.

He was there this time, sitting on the floor with some legos. He spent five minutes laughing at me, during which time I could only look at the ground in shame and twist uncomfortably. He only stopped laughing when he noticed that Valerie was doing something to his bed. "Hey, that's mine. He's not sleeping there."

"The little boy needs a proper rest," Valerie chided. "You can sleep on the couch tonight."

"Like heck I am!"

"Oh, so you want to join him, then?"

That shut him up quickly. A few sullen minutes later we had the room to ourselves.

Valerie had been searching in the boxes underneath Connor's bed, and emerged triumphant with a medium-sized set of footie pajamas. "These are Connor's from when he was younger. They may be a little small for you, but...." She untied me and put these and my cartoon underpants on me. Small was an understatement, but somehow all my limbs managed to pop through. The worst part was how obvious the tight clothing was making my half-enjoyment of the experience.

Besides tying a rope around me to the bedframe, Valerie graciously let me sleep untied, but she was going to go the full mile with the little boy thing. She tucked me in, read me a bedtime story, and kissed me goodnight. "Sweet dreams," she said with a wink, "and hopes of more to come tomorrow.

I rolled over as she closed the door. Embarrassed but comfortable, I hugged the stuffed rabbit to my chest and drifted off to sleep.

Re: The 12 Trials of Harrison: 4. Youthened

Postby PeterPan » Thu Aug 01, 2013 4:44 pm

The first thing I remember feeling when I woke up was a pressure inside my mouth. Recognizing the feeling, I jolted awake, my eyes shooting open. I was gagged all right, and quite well, too. Not a sound came through when I yelped.

I took in my surroundings. I was in the backseat of a car, which was moving at the moment. I also happened to be in a carseat, that is, a buckle-in seat used for young children in cars. It was gigantic compared to the normal size, and I have no idea where Valerie got it, but she had her ways of finding things like that at the time. Regardless, I was strapped in tightly, along with my arms and legs being bound. I was also dressed once again in those bib overalls Valerie loved so much, this time with a green T-shirt.

Noticing my awakening, Valerie looked back from the driver's seat and grinned. "There you are. I was beginning to wonder when you were going to wake up. Just in time, too."

I didn't have time to ask her what she meant. We pulled over to the curb, and Valerie got out. A moment later she was by my side, and I noticed her undoing my cords and my gag first before the straps of the seat. If I had been paying attention, I would have realized why.

Once I was free, she lifted me up from my armpits and set me down outside the car. And that's when I noticed that we weren't in some garage somewhere. It was the local park! Hundreds of families were running around outside in the sun. I instantly reacted, trying to cram back into the car.

"Oh no you don't," Valerie remarked, pulling me back out again. "We're going for a walk."

"No, Valerie! Please!" I said, feeling my cheeks going red already.

She turned around and leaned down towards me. "Look, we're here, like it or not. If you don't want to be embarrassed, act like what you look like." She took my hand again and pulled me into the throng.

I won't spend too much time describing what went on at the park, since it has little to do with tie up games, but play the part I did. Valerie seemed to get a buzz whenever I did something childish, and I eventually started doing it more, hoping to appease her and get out of there faster. I must have been the cutest boy in the park that day.

When we arrived at her house that afternoon (via the giant carseat again), I thought for a little while that I was home free. Valerie seemed to be in no hurry to tie me up again, and considering the last two weekends I'd been through, I thought she might continue the pattern of letting me leave early.

No such luck. Around dinnertime, she called me up to the master bedroom. My heart sunk as I saw ropes attached to the four bedposts. Knowing that protesting would gain me nothing, I walked over to her and prepared for my next fate, whatever it might be.

Once again, to my embarrassment, she stripped me of my overalls and underwear, but curiously she left my green T-shirt on me, not that it hid anything from her view anyway. She carefully tied each of my limbs to the four bedposts, as if she was worried I would try to escape, or as if she were prepping me for a long stint in the tied up world.

As soon as she was finished, she reached between my legs. For a second I enjoyed a half-traumatizing, half-amazing sensation. Then it was gone. I looked down. She wasn't touching me...there after all. Instead, she was placing a white object around my hips. Three guesses as to what it was.

She gagged me before I could say anything about the diaper. "Babies don't talk, remember?" she said happily, stuffing a pacifier in my mouth and tying it in with a neckerchief and tape. But right as she was completing the job, she seemed to change her mind, undoing all the work that she did. She removed the pacifier and left the room after some other object.

"Hey!" I yelled after her. Then, "I'm not a baby, you know!"

No answer.

Do you know what looks more embarrassing than a diaper? A diaper with a T-shirt combo. I figured that out as I waited. The only time a boy was normally seen with a fully covered torso and barely covered legs was when he was little. Valerie had thought this through.

When she returned, her quarry made me gag: a bottle of milk, sickly warm. She ignored my protests and pleas, stuffing the nipple into my mouth and holding my nose until I started sucking. Maybe she wasn't letting me misbehave because you can't punish a baby the way you do a little kid. I didn't, and still don't, know. But either way, the warm liquid went gushing down my throat a little at a time, filling my belly with a warm, terrifyingly homely feeling.

She went to the kitchen three times to refill the bottle before she decided she was done, then put the pacifier-gag back in. "Keesha will come in the morning to untie you," she said sweetly. "I expect you'll need to go to the bathroom in the meantime. Luckily, I've provided for you. And the dyed hair is the next thing you need to wear for us." Playfully tugging on the chain around my neck, she pinched one of my cheeks, then kissed it. "Goodnight, sweetie."

To make a long story short, I went in the diaper not long after she left me, and I feel asleep to the uncomfortable feelings of sogginess and some strange kind of pleasure. When I woke up the next morning, I was still in the bed, this time with Keesha staring at me.

Wordlessly, she took the diaper off me. I groaned, but she just rolled her eyes. "Sis has seen it, so I can too." She leaned in. "Whoa, she wasn't kidding." Pulling back, she began untying my wrists from the bedposts, then left me to deal with my ankles.

Just as I was finishing, she returned, tossing my clothes in to me. "Here. Oh," she added, looking at me from the doorway, "don't worry. I'll be here to play with you the next time. Don't think Valerie's got a corner market on you." She winked, then disappeared.

I had never had so many confused feelings in my life.