Revenge Via Humiliation Summary: Harry was always telling us what to do. After my sister and I had had enough of it we used some good old-fashioned blackmail to humiliate the "favorite of the family." Sarah and I (Jenn) were 12 (twins) and we lived with our single mom and our big brother (15) on our farm just outside of Houston. Our brother Harry was always my mom’s favorite because he got to do anything he wanted, like stay up late and go into the city sometimes, too. My mom made him babysit us whenever she was gone working. She worked all day long, leaving at 10 AM and coming home at about 10-11 PM. So my brother was pretty much in charge all the time. He was mean and made us do all our chores early in the morning instead of spread throughout the day. Even when we told our mom she just said he was trying to make us responsible and used to getting things done quickly. We were sick of him being the "man of the house". He was hardly really even a "man", I mean, he was only 3 years older than us and he wasn't even that much bigger than us. We decided enough was enough, so we began plotting, and by the end of the school year we had the perfect plan. We were sick of him being a "man", so we decided to make him into a baby! Here’s what we did- one morning while he was taking his morning shower we got onto his computer and looked up a bunch of nasty stuff like "rape" and "little sisters" and saved them to permanent files with passwords. we then called him into his room. He came into the room slightly bothered that we were in there to begin with. The trap was set and he was taking it hook, line and sinker "What are you guys doing in here, you little brats?!" he said with a frown on his face. We giggled and gleamed at the computer as he walked over to see what was so funny. Sarah walked over and locked the door. Just as the screen came into his view he was taken back. "What the hell is that?! What have you guys been doing?!" I beamed, "You mean, what have YOU been doing?!" "I did not look up that nasty stuff! You're gross...!" He pondered momentarily. "I’m telling mom!" "You think she’d believe WE looked that stuff up? Hahaha! That’s so funny!" I barked with glee. "Well... I don't know... goddammit, I guess not. What the heck is it that you want from me?" he asked. He was scared and knew he was being blackmailed. "I just want you to act like a baby, that’s not so bad, is it?" By this time Sarah knew there was nothing he could do and went to check where in the house my mom was, so she could keep her distracted and out of our plans way. "Huh, act like a baby??? That’s retarded. No, I won't do it. And as soon as I get you outta my room I am gonna delete all that stuff!" he said smugly. I snapped back happily, "Why wait? Try it now." He sat down and clicked "delete". A password window popped up; now he was mad. "Seriously, this isn't funny!" "Really? Because I find it hilarious!" I said, throwing my head back laughing. He was red with anger and frustration. "Okay, what do you mean -act like a baby-?" Just then there was a knock on the door and I almost jumped. "Who is it?" I called. "It’s okay, it’s ME!" Sarah called. I was so relieved it wasn't my mom that I paused instead of letting her in for a minute. "Lemme in!" she whined a little. "I wanna see da widdle baybee!" she giggled I unlatched the door and she came in. "Mom just left for work! Let’s get started with this!" Just then Harry grabbed me by the arm and yelled, "delete it now or I am gonna kick your little butt! All of it!" I pulled away and Sarah grabbed him around the waist. I joined in, twisting his arm and he yelled out loud. "Cry, little baby!" we said "Cry just wike a widdle baybee!" in a taunting voice .I twisted harder. "Let go!" he managed to yelp out again. At this point I knew he couldn't take any more and he then started, "Wah wah, there! Let go of me now!" "Not good enough, tiny widdle Hawwy!" Sarah said finally he began to cry just like a little baby. "Eeewah! whhahh!" He sounded just like an infant. We let him go and he scuffled over to his bed, beet red in the face, not out of anger this time, but out of embarrassment! Perfect! "Get!... Out!...Of!... My!... ROOM!" he screamed in an unusually high pitch for him. "Just remember, Harry, you can't overpower the both of us! So you ought not to even try that again or you will PAY for it!” We decided to leave him so he could think about what just happened. He had just been forced to act like a baby by his two LITTLE SISTERS! We went and watched TV for a few hours and recounted the events that just happened. "Did you see how mad he was?! Hahaha!" Sarah burst out. "Yeah, just wait until we get to the REALLY good stuff!" I reminded her. We both laughed. Harry stayed in his room the entire time until Sarah and I finally went back into his room. "How’s the baby?" He stood up acting as tall as he could and puffing his chest out. "I’M THE MAN OF THE HOUSE AND YOU GUYS HAVE TO DO WHAT I SAY, EVEN MOM SAYS SO! NOW GIVE ME THE PASSWORD OR ELSE!" "Or else what? It’s not like you can do anything to us. You can’t even beat us up! Haha a real MAN could beat up his two little sisters; you are pathetic!" Sarah pointed out "STOP IT! I’M STILL OLDER THAN YOU BOTH, YOU KNOW!" he said, like it meant something. "How about this- you drop to the floor and crawl like a baby now! Or else once mom gets home you are getting caught with your pervert pictures on your computer!" "YOU DID THAT! YOU LIAR! DAMMIT! YOU’RE SUCH A LIAR! I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!" He was still screaming. "Quiet down now," I said, trying to sound mature like my mom. "Yell again and you won't get another chance." Sarah, trying to imitate my “mature” voice, said, "She will never believe you and you know it. She probably doesn't even think we know what those words are, so she won’t think we would be able to look that stuff up." He knew we were right, my mom would never believe him. He finally broke down and crawled on the floor like a baby. "Follow us, baby." We went to the living room. "Now those aren't good clothes for a baby, are they?" Sarah pointed out. I agreed. "Take them off!" we said at the same time. He refused, so we reminded him again, "Do we have to tell you what happens if you don’t?" He put his head down and paused, then he reluctantly he took off his shirt and shoes, then slumped again. She noticed his loose-fitting boxer shorts sticking above Harry's pants and did something shocking. "Pants, too, little boy!" Sarah shouted commandingly; even I was surprised. We had planned to do it but I was still taken off guard by the remark. "What? You cant do that!" We glared at him and he knew what we would say, and that he had no choice in the matter. Beet red once again, he unzipped his jeans and slowly lowered them, then kicked them off. He now stood there in the living room, fifteen years old. The "man" of the house forced to strip down to his boxers by a pair of twelve-year-old girls that were his sisters. "Now pull up the sides and roll them up, so you have a nice little diaper, you little baby." He hesitantly complied. We could now see a slight outline of his privates throughout his shorts; even we blushed a little. We had never seen him naked before. He had always had his own room, and he brought his spare clothes with him to the shower and changed after. We tried not to let him see our very mild embarrassment “Now, now, little boy, you have to do all our chores!... and you can't change back into those big clothes until mom pulls into the driveway (which was a dirt road about a quarter mile long so we would notice her coming early and have time.)” He still knew he had no choice. He went through the house cleaning everything, even OUR rooms. Needless to say, we were happy. A few hours later we saw the dust from mom’s truck coming from a distance out the window. We hurriedly made him take all his clothes into his room and get changed. I sat on the couch and acted calm while Sarah went to Harry's room to tell him a few rules: "You are not to tell mom anything other than that we were well behaved, we did our chores and we watched TV-- or else-- well, you already know that part, hahaha!" Sarah met my mother in the driveway. "Mom you gotta run me to the store. The Newton’s down the hill called and they want me to babysit for little Jack, and he is out of diapers. Let’s run and get some from the supercenter so we don't forget to do it tomorrow." My mother agreed and they went off. Sarah was able to get large diapers without our mother noticing. She was really tired and not paying much attention. When our mother came in she was happy to see the house clean and the chores done, as well as seeing us sitting happily in front of the TV. "Where is Harry? In his room?" "Yeah mom, he's been in there most the day, while me and Sarah cleaned the house." "Okay, nice job with the cleaning. By the way, it’s good to see you haven't been fighting." Sarah followed our mom to Harry's room while I stayed in the living room. "Harry, how was you day?" she said as she knocked on his door. "It went fine. I’m changing, so don't come in," he said. "Well, okay then, I’m going to bed," and she walked off down the hall. Sarah inched the door open and whispered, "Remember widdle baby, or you are in deeeeep trouble, hehehe!" As she peered into the door she could see him getting into his pajamas. He was bending down, facing away from her. She could see his butt and the little bit of hair on the bottom of his inner cheeks. She focused slightly lower, then she got a great idea. She silently closed the door so Harry would know she had seen him nude from the rear. Sarah made her way back to our room that we shared. "Tomorrow is gonna be a BIG shocker for Harry!" she giggled. "I got something that we can use against him... we will finally break him!" I didn’t know what she was talking about, but I trusted her instincts. We would have our brother turned into a baby once and for all. The next day after my mother had left we snuck into my brother’s room, Sarah brought the box of diapers with her along with a grocery bag with things I couldn’t make out, and I knew that we were gonna get him good. We tied his hands together with a belt and then said, "Wakey Wakey! Little baby!" He woke up confused about his hands being tied and said, "What’s going on?" "We are turning you into a real baby!" I said. "Now stand up!" He complied and then he looked at the diapers and cried out, "There’s no way you're gonna get me in those!" We just smiled and said, "You're not the one in control, are you? ... Are you?!" I said commandingly. "Come with us to the bathroom, the baby needs a bath! Hahaha!" He obeyed. Slowly we led him to the bathroom and turned on the bathwater "Fine, I’ll take a bath, but you guys have to get out." "No," we stated simply. Sarah suddenly yanked down Harry's PJ bottoms, exposing his front to her and his rear to me. "This is what I have been talking about, Jenn," Sarah stated and pointed at his privates. I came around him and stared at the first penis and balls I had ever seen. "See all that hair? That’s man hai,r" Sarah said, "so if we want him to be a baby on the inside, we have to make him a baby on the outside first!” He stared at us, shocked, "No, I won't let you!! That’s mine! You are in big trouble just for looking at me!" He tried to run out of the bathroom, but I caught his tied-up arms. "This is why you are tied up. I am going to shave you smooth like a baby! And I knew you would fight.” Sarah put him in the bath. I pulled him over and he knew he wasn't getting away so he stepped into the bath and sat down. "Now that his privates and bottom are wet, stand him up." I lifted him to a standing position, with his arms tied behind his back I leaned him backward and forced his legs spread. This put his penis and privates presented easily accessible to Sarah, who reached in her bag and pulled out a razor and foam. "Please, I will do anything else! Please don’t take my pubic hair! Please, I'll never make you do chores again...!" He was crying and tears fell down his face. "Sorry, Harry, it’s too late for that, you are gonna be a baby no matter what now!" “Look at it, Harry; it’s the last time we will let it grow. We are gonna start shaving you every week so you will be just like a baby, and it will help you avoid diaper rash when we change you!" she said with a smile. "It does look soft, though." And just then she reached out and fondled his privates in her hand and giggled. "Lemme feel!" I said excitedly, then took his balls in my hands and did a little exploring. “Okay, that’s enough,” I said to Sarah. "Start shaving him." She lathered him up and said, "Now, don't move or you will make me cut you on accident." She grabbed a hold of his foamed genitals and began shaving the hair on his privates that separated him from babies, and soon enough, he was as smooth as a baby. We then took him out of the bath and laid him on the floor. We grabbed the powder and sprinkled it on him after we towel dried his body. When we did this he had finally calmed down into submission. We giggled as we diapered him, spreading his legs wide and still staring in curiosity at his privates, which, after he calmed down, grew to a much larger size. I played with it a little and pulled the skin on top back to see the little red part on top. Then I lifted his bottom and Sarah slid the diaper under and then strapped it around him. He lay there, a baby, a large baby, but he knew he had no power over us. His age held no authority over us ever again. we made him wear a diaper and nothing but a diaper every day that our mother was gone. He was allowed to wear big-boy clothes when mom was around only, but even then he wore a diaper underneath. He was not allowed use the toilet. He peepeed and poopied in the diapers, and was checked by either Sarah or I. He was changed by us and occasionally by one of our friends that we would invite over. He continued to grow, but mentally we had broken his will to that of a baby. Once in a while I would let him go around the house naked when my friends were over. He was made to lay down with legs spread and we rubbed the red spot under the skin of his penis. He would wriggle with a smile on his face until he peed a little white stuff, but we usually had him diapered for the most part. He didn't talk. Our mom thought he was just being a shy teen, but we knew he was our new BIG baby, like a little play doll, and we were glad he never bossed us around again.