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Eddy’s mom unzipped his pants and lowered them down to his knees, and placed her hand under his pull-up. “Oh, good boy, you’re dry again!”
“Does this mean I can wear big boy underwear, mom? Please, please?”
“I got a little surprise for you. Why don’t we see what’s in your dresser?”
It wasn’t fair, Cody knew Eddy cheated. They were only allowed to use the bathroom when they visited the nurse before lunch, but he’d seen Eddy sneak to the toilet more than once every single day for the past month. Cody had tried as well, but never attempted it again after his teacher caught him and called his mother.
“But first, let’s see how Cody did.” She knelt back down and undid the fastenings on Cody’s pants before lowering them to his knees, and held his pull-up from the bottom, same as with Eddy. “Oh Cody, I really thought you might catch up to your little brother today,” she said as she started pulling his pants down to his ankles. She pulled off his shoes and had Cody step out of his pants, and then he reached up so she could pull off his shirt. “Come on, let’s get you both changed.”
Eddy knew what she meant by “both.” He eagerly took his mother’s hand, Cody reluctantly so, and she guided them to their room. She stood the two boys in front of their dresser, and opened the top drawer.
“Underwear!” Eddy cheered. Taking up a third of the drawer were a set of nicely folded white briefs, while race car-decorated pull-ups remained throughout the rest. “Thank you, mom! Thank you so much!”
“Now, you aren’t in big boy undies yet, Eddy.” She took a pair of the briefs and turned them inside out, revealing a thick padding sewn into the pant. “Since you’ve been making such great progress, I decided that you’re ready for training pants. Do you know what this means?” Eddy shook his head, no less excited about the change in his padding. “No more naptimes, and no more bathroom time. That’s right, you can use the toilet whenever you want!”
Cody stood and sulked. “Bathroom time” was the only reason he was still in pull-ups—including the bathroom break at lunch, he was only allowed to use the toilet three times a day. Three! Often enough, his bladder would be at the breaking point just half an hour before bathroom time, and he’d wet his pull-up just before getting access to the toilet. When he really had to go, really had to go, Eddy would insist on going first, and he’d even taken up to twenty minutes before, just to get Cody to lose control into his pull-up.
“Of course,” their mother continued, “You’ll still have to wear pull-ups to bed, to the store, and on car rides, but at the rate you’re going, you’ll be growing out of those in no time!” She turned the training pant in her hand back into its normal position, “Now how about we get you boys out of those pull-ups?”
Eddy went first. She pulled off his shoes and pants, and checked his pull-up again. “I’m so proud of you, Eddy.” She tore the sides and tossed the unsoiled padding into the trash, and held the trainers for Eddy to step into. The new briefs sat high on his hips, no change from the norm, but Eddy didn’t mind in the slightest. The new padding didn’t crinkle, didn’t separate his legs, and wouldn’t elicit any teasing if his shirt rode up. Cody was feeling the epitome of envy as his mother pulled Eddy’s pants back on, and patted him on what was now an unnoticeable padding.
Next she grabbed a pull-up. “Alright Cody, your turn.” Cody had no more clothing to remove, a punishment for coming home wet, so she went straight for the tearable sides. The soggy garment was trashed alongside Eddy’s pristine disposable, and Cody was motioned to step into his new pull-up. Eddy watched the whole process, and lifted his shirt to gloat with his big boy waistband. The pull-up was lifted up above Cody’s hips, and he was given a swat on his behind to signal that his change was complete. “All done. You boys have fun!” With that, she took her boys’ hands and led them to the living room, leaving them alone and locking the child safety gates at the exits.
“Cheater,” Cody commented. Eddy gave a snicker and tugged down his pants as he stuck out his tongue. It seemed ridiculous that Cody was jealous, the padded briefs looked like anything but what a big boy would wear—but it was still discreet. “Quit it! You’re not gonna stop wetting the bed just because you have special underwear! You won’t be saying goodbye to pull-ups anytime soon.”
“No, but now I can tell everyone at school that you’re wearing a pull-up, and you won’t be able to do anything about it. Suck it, baby. You have to do everything I say from now on, or every kid in town is gonna know you as the boy that still wets himself.”
Cody was dumbfounded. “What?” He’d stopped crying over their unneeded training long ago, but now the tears came flowing, “That’s not fair, you can’t do that!”
“Why not? You may be older, but I’m the big brother now, and I’ve gotta put you in your place if I want you to treat me like it.”
Cody wiped his eyes with his wrists, “W-what k-kind of things a-are you gonna m-make me do?” Was his brother gonna start giving him orders at school? How hard would it be to keep Eddy from telling everyone?
“Well, since you’ve shown that you’re still having trouble with the toilet, I don’t think you should sit on any of the furniture,” Eddy said as he placed himself on the couch. “Go on, sit on the floor.” Cody started bawling as he understood his new situation, and obeyed the younger boy’s order, sitting in front of him on the floor. Eddy, taking the role of big brother, took charge of the remote, and started flipping through channels. Most stations were blocked—required a code that the boys wouldn’t receive until their mother considered them fully toilet trained. They weren’t allowed to watch so much as Drake & Josh, or anything targeting their own age range. “Well, guess it’s just more Go, Diego, Go! for now. I’m probably too old for this, but it’s just right for little babies like you.”
Normally Cody would retaliate, but his brother was so far ahead of him in their mother’s toilet training scheme that he couldn’t help but feel as if he really was the little brother. It wasn’t like he had any choice but to obey either, as disobedience would result in every kid in town believing that he still needed to wear diapers. It’s not like it would be forever, anyway.
“By the way, Cody,” Eddy interrupted the older boy’s thoughts, “I’ll be checking you fifteen minutes before every one of your potty times, and if you’re not wet even once, don’t think I won’t tell everyone about your secret.”
“W-what? Wait, you want me—”
“Well I can’t have you catching up, can I? I can’t be your big brother if mom starts treating you like you’re on my level. You’ll obey your big bro, right little brother?”
Cody choked on his tears as he considered that he might never earn his way into training pants, and forced out, “I-I’ll obey, Eddy.”
“Hmm, try again. What do you say, little brother?”
Cody hung his head in shame, accepting his situation. “I’ll obey, big brother.”