This story is written by Elfy
Just like the previous day, Steven spent the day in his room waiting for Ritchie to go out. Ritchie would have football practice today, he was a formidable goalkeeper, and that would be in the evening so Steven knew that he would have time to plant a new message in Ritchie’s game. Steven knew just what to put, a message that would humiliate Ritchie, a message that would make sure that Steven was no longer seen as the baby of the family.
Eventually, similarly to the previous day, Steven saw Ritchie walk past his open door. This time Ritchie was sipping on another bottle of cola, clearly Ritchie had been playing his game because the message that Steven planted seemed firmly stuck.
As soon as the front door open and closed, Steven grabbed his USB stick and hurried into Ritchie’s room again. Booting up the computer he went straight into the subliminal program and deleted the previous message. Steven typed in a new sentence, a sentence that, if the programme was successful, would cause a very embarrassing problem for his older brother.
“You will wet the bed.”
Steven clicked save and closed the programme. Taking his USB stick he walked back to his own bedroom. He felt a few pangs of guilt about what he had done, perhaps he should forget the whole thing. Then he remembered Ritchie’s taunting, remembered all the things Ritchie was allowed to do and he wasn’t. Steven’s resolve got harder and he walked into his bedroom to play his own game. A small smile crept across Steven’s face as he thought about what would happen the next morning. He couldn’t wait!
The rest of the evening was filled with anticipation of what the morning would bring. Steven struggled to concentrate through dinner as he couldn’t help but get excited at the prospect of what the next morning would bring. He found himself looking over at Ritchie a lot as he was eating, Steven wondered if the message had already stuck in his brother’s brain.
When Steven went to bed that night he tossed and turned as he struggled to relax. He knew what was going to happen in his brother’s room, the thought that as he laid there Ritchie was soaking his bed was strangely exciting to him. Steven felt butterflies in his stomach even, he eventually fell into a restful sleep whilst Ritchie was still playing his game. An hour later Ritchie laid down and fell asleep without any trouble or any inclination that anything was wrong.
As Steven woke the next morning his thoughts went straight to his brother. He knew he had woken up earlier than everyone else in the house, he always went to bed early, so he knew Ritchie was likely still asleep. Steven quickly got dressed, opened his bedroom door and waited.
It took an hour before something happened and when it did happen it was very quick. Steven heard quick footsteps before his brother almost ran past his door, he was clutching his bedclothes. Steven ran to his door and watched his older brother hurry down the stairs to the laundry room.
Steven was shocked. He knew the cola suggestion had worked but this was a big step up and the fact it worked in one evening actually surprised him somewhat. Steven made a move to head downstairs and confront Ritchie but he stopped himself before he left his room. He had a better idea, best not to rush things. He was interested to see what happened next.
The next few days played out in the same way. Each morning found an increasingly distraught Ritchie doing his own washing to hide the fact that he was wetting the bed. Steven noticed that at dinner Ritchie seemed more withdrawn and distracted each night. The cocky and arrogant brother he had known had disappeared in just a few short days. Steven loved it.
On the fourth day that Steven watched Ritchie run past he decided to follow him. Steven walked down to the laundry room where he found his older brother, red in the face, stuffing his bedsheets into the washing machine. Steven leant against the door frame and watched his brother for a second before clearing his throat theatrically.
“You’ve been doing a lot of washing recently… Always bedsheets too by the look of it.” Steven said casually. He had a small smirk which suggested to Ritchie that Steven knew what was going on.
“GET OUT!” Ritchie yelled. He strode over and shoved Steven out of the door. Steven tripped and nearly fell, fortunately the wall opposite the door kept him upright.
“What’s going on?” It was mom. Karen came striding over to the doorway where all the drama was taking place. Karen looked from Steven who was rubbing his shoulder and grimacing over to Ritchie and his laundry that was half in the machine and half on the floor.
There was silence for a few seconds as everyone took in the scene in front of them.
“Steven, go to your room please, I need to speak with your brother.” Karen said quietly to Steven.
Steven had no problem complying with the request, this was an interesting development. He hadn’t figured on his mother finding out about his brother’s nocturnal problems, not yet anyway.
Steven had a plan, whilst Ritchie was speaking to his mom Steven hurried upstairs and into Ritchie’s bedroom. Now that their mother was finding out about what was going on it seemed like a good time to escalate things further. This was initially supposed to be Steven getting some small revenge on Ritchie but Steven found the power he now had intoxicating. He couldn’t help but push the envelope further.
Steven logged into the software and deleted his previous message and replaced it with a new message.
“You will wet yourself when excited.”
Steven wasn’t sure if the bedwetting message would stick. Ritchie’s sudden need for cola disappeared after a day or so, Steven wondered whether being exposed to the bedwetting suggestion for a few days would make the effects last longer. Ritchie had fast become Steven’s guinea pig as he experimented with the power of suggestion.
Steven hurriedly left the room after adjusting the message, eager to see where the new suggestion would lead.
“It’s not what it looks like!” Ritchie said as soon as Steven left the room.
Karen stayed silent and walked forward. She pulled one of the sheets out of the washing machine and held it up. The sunlight coming through the window showed a very clear and very large wet spot on the otherwise clean sheet.
“It’s OK honey.” Karen said with a smile, “This is nothing to be embarrassed about.”
Ritchie felt his eyes watering. What was going on? Why was he suddenly wetting the bed like he was nothing more than a toddler failing at potty training?
Karen dropped the sheet and stepped forward into a tight hug with her son. Ritchie sobbed slightly as he allowed himself to be embraced.
“Don’t worry honey, it’s probably just stress. I will get something that will help in the short term, I’m sure this is temporary.” Karen said in her son’s ear. She pulled herself away from her son’s grasp to see him wiping the tears from his face. She quickly grabbed her keys and headed out of the house.
The rest of the day passed by normally. Steven did some coding on the computer but found himself constantly distracted by his experimentation on his brother. What had started as petty revenge had now become a fascination as Steven had started reading up on subliminal messaging. He spent a lot of his time now researching different suggestion methods and what kind of messages would stick more than others. His new interest quickly became something closer to an obsession.
Ritchie was abnormally quiet. He would normally be out with his friends or playing games and music noisily in his room but all he seemed to be doing today was sit in his room quietly. Steven walked past once or twice to head to the bathroom and saw he was playing his game, very quietly, for most of the day. Each time Steven saw this he felt his heart jump as he realised the message was being planted as he watched, he was very careful to avoid looking at the screen himself.
Steven was lying in bed in his pyjamas when he heard footsteps walk past his door moving towards his brother’s bedroom. Steven heard a knock on the door followed by the door opening. His curiosity getting the better of him, he stood up and tiptoed along the landing to the other bedroom himself. He noticed the door had been left slightly open and he got low to the ground and peeked around the door. He could see his mother with a plastic bag and his brother, who was sitting at the computer looking at her.
“Honey, I have something for you, something that will help with… Your little problem.” Karen said towards Ritchie.
Ritchie looked nervous and didn’t respond.
“Well, I don’t think you will like it but I think it will help.” Karen reached into the bag and pulled out something that both boys instantly recognised, “Now, it’s not a diaper…”
“A diaper!?” Ritchie exclaimed. Even in the darkly lit room Steven could see Ritchie going a bright red.
Steven covered his own mouth with his hands to keep from giving himself away from laughing.
“Not a diaper, sweetie.” Karen corrected her son softly, “It is a pull up, they are made for older boys who have trouble keeping the bed dry.”
“I’m not wearing a diaper!” Ritchie said loudly as he jumped to his feet in indignation. He immediately winced and turned his voice down, the last thing he wanted was for his brother in the room next door to hear.
“Come on, look I will help you into it.” Karen said. She stepped forward and before Ritchie could react she had grabbed his trousers and underwear and wrenched them down.
“MOM!” Ritchie yelled out as he was suddenly exposed.
Steven quickly shut his eyes before he saw anything and carefully moved away from the door. The last thing he wanted was to see his brother naked.
“Oh, come on! It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” Karen said. She held out the pull up and pulled open the waistband for Ritchie to step into.
Ritchie whimpered slightly and, whilst doing his best to cover his crotch with his hand, he stepped forward into the pull up. Karen quickly pulled it up and over Ritchie’s privates.
“There we go.” Karen said as she stepped back and looked at the plain white pull up, “It fits nicely. Normally it is for teens slightly younger than yourself but it should do the job.”
Steven peeked around the door again when he heard his brother wasn’t exposed anymore and, again, had to cover his mouth to stop from laughing loudly at his brother in a very infantile pair of absorbent underwear.
Steven cut short his eavesdropping. This was going so much better than he could ever have hoped, he thought. He quietly and hurriedly went back to his own room and got back into bed. He had a huge grin that he couldn’t hide, his plan was working perfectly and would only get better. The sight of Ritchie in a pull up only inspired Steven to push his plans even further.
Ritchie slowly opened his eyes. The alarm next to his bed was buzzing loudly. He rolled over and sleepily groped for the button and as he shut the alarm off he suddenly realised his bed wasn’t wet!
Ritchie grew a broad smile and jumped out of bed celebrating his success, as he did so his smile rapidly disappeared. He remembered the pull up and as he looked down and felt the pull up with his hand he realised that the soft padding had swelled up and was very obviously used. They had done their job, the bed was dry, but Ritchie wasn’t.
Ritchie sat back down on his bed and put his head in his hands. This couldn’t be happening, he thought, wetting his pull up like this proved that he did indeed need them which was the last thing he wanted to admit. At least this was a night time only problem, Ritchie thought. Nobody outside of the house needed to know, it wouldn’t affect him to badly.
“Ritchie, you are going to be late!” It was mom calling from downstairs.
It took Ritchie a few seconds to work out what she meant. Suddenly he realised that today was the day he played football and that he had to get a move on or he would be late. All of the stress of the previous few days had pushed his football playing to the back of his mind but now he was suddenly reminded of it all as he realised his mother and brother were probably waiting downstairs for him. It was exactly what Ritchie needed, a chance to take his mind off of his problems for a while.
Ritchie ripped the sides of the pull up off and it fell to the floor with a heavy thud. The pull up was absolutely soaked and any more urine would probably have caused a leak. Ritchie got dressed in the closest things to hand and grabbed his kit bag. He charged out of the room and down the stairs. Karen opened the door and the three of them piled in for the short drive. They could have walked to the pitch, which was only just around the corner, but because they were running late and they needed to carry Ritchie’s kit it was just easier to drive.
As Steven got in the back seat behind his brother and the car pulled off he was gratified at the faint smell of urine that seemed to be coming from his brother.
The game was in its closing minutes and Ritchie’s team were winning 1-0. Ritchie played as a goalkeeper and he had very little to do in this match, in fact he had spent most of the game just watching as his team dominated the match.
Steven was watching from the side lines and he was very bored. He had never liked sport but his mom always made him come to the games because she didn’t like him being home alone, despite him being old enough to look after himself, and thought this would allow the two brothers to bond.
Suddenly, and totally against how the game had gone up until this point, one of the opposing strikers took advantage of a defensive slip and ran through on goal.
Ritchie quickly got into position as he rushed towards the edge of the box to close down the striker. He felt his heartbeat racing and adrenaline surged through his veins as he realised this was his moment to win the game for his team.
Ritchie set himself and just as the striker went to shoot, Ritchie stood totally still. It was a poorly hit shot that would have been an easy save but Ritchie was suddenly staring into the middle distance in horror. As the ball trickled into the net and the other team celebrated something else was trickling from Ritchie.
Steven looked more interested all of a sudden as he watched his brother just let the ball roll into the net. He went from being disinterested and looking forward to going home to very interested in events on the field.
Ritchie grabbed his crotch as he felt a wetness spreading and ran towards the side lines and towards the changing rooms. As he ran he felt the wet spot getting bigger and bigger until he felt a small stream of pee running down his leg. He heard his bewildered team mates asking what was going on, the game wasn’t over yet.
Without stopping Ritchie ran straight into the changing room in a panic. He couldn’t believe that his night time problem was now happening here and now. He had a small puddle around his feet when he finally felt himself stopping the flow, it seems that until his bladder was fully empty he couldn’t stop himself wetting like a baby.
“What the hell is going on?” Ritchie’s coach came round the corner into the dressing room to find his star player standing in what was clearly his own piss.
Ritchie felt tears running from his eyes as he saw the look of revulsion on his coach’s face. His crotch was starting to feel cold and uncomfortable as the air cooled his wet clothes.
“Get yourself showered and go home.” The coach said as he turned to leave the room. He looked embarrassed for Ritchie who was now sobbing.
Ritchie, deep in shame, just picked up his things and ran out of the building and towards the alleyway back to his house. He sobbed the entire journey terrified that his night time problem was now a daytime problem.
Meanwhile, back in the stands, Steven felt a combination of excitement and shock. The new command had worked and at a moment of adrenaline Ritchie had wet himself like an overexcited toddler. As Karen anxiously grabbed her things and started ushering Steven towards the car she saw, from the other side of the field, her older son running back towards home. Perhaps her eldest son’s problem was more serious than she thought.
This story is written by Elfy
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