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His preteen brother with a penchant for self-sacrifice. On Halloween Night, tricks are only to be expected when such a precious victim is ready. This is mostly adult-free with some references to erections and accidents in diapers.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "A bratty little elementary schooler who can barely stay out of diapers. His preteen brother with a penchant for self-sacrifice. On Halloween Night, tricks are only to be expected when such a precious victim is ready. This is mostly adult-free with some references to erections and accidents in diapers.", "writing": "\tChrom and Marth were two wolf siblings and on this Halloween night, the pair of them were doing what so many children wanted to be doing - trick or treating. Marth, the eight-year-old and younger of the two, was wearing a Riolu costume. Meanwhile, his twelve-year-old brother was wearing a Lucario costume. \n\n\tAs happy as the duo was to be out on this auspicious night, the outing had very nearly not happened if not for Chrom's capitulation. \n\n_______________________________\n\n\t``I don't wanna!'' Marth yelled, tossing the pullup which rested atop his Riolu costume at his mother. He was currently wearing just his underwear and had excitedly ran towards the costume only to discover the padded garment. \n\n\t``Honey. It's just in case,'' she reasoned. She'd tried to buy a pair of thinner pullups that looked like underwear and even got something with pumpkins on it so that the younger boy might not even register it, but her attempt had apparently failed. She wondered then if she should've just helped him dress and slipped them on, but it was too late. ``You don't need to wear them to bed if you can stay dry, but if you boys are going to be out and about for hours, it's better to be safe than sorry.''\n\n\t``I don't need diapers!'' Marth reiterated. ``I'm a big kid! I already potty trained!'' This was a lie. The boy still wore pullups to bed and sometimes even diapers when he had a bedwetting streak, but the family never brought it up any other time to let him save face.\n\n\tThe boys' mother groaned silently and looked to her older son, who seemed sympathetic to her plight with his expression.\n\n\t``Chrom...I'm sorry. You might need to go trick-or-treating with your friends on your own,'' she apologized, looking back to Marth, who let out an ear-piercing cry. \n\n\tChrom shielded his ears for that brief moment. He knew how much Halloween meant to his little brother, so he wanted to do something about it. He had one idea, but wasn't sure if his mom would even agree to it. ``Mom, I have to wear one too if I'm going out, right?'' the preteen asked, blushing as he even suggested it. ``If it's just in case, even I might have an accident.''\n\n\t``Chrom, I don't think-'' she started to say before she caught on to the glint in his eye. There was a brief pause before she picked up, ``that...either of you are going to have an accident. It's just in case. And it'll be under your costumes, which might be a bit hard to take off.''\n\n\t``R-right,'' the older boy nervously laughed. He didn't actually expect her to agree to it. Looking to his brother, the younger boy seemed to be less upset that his older brother needed to wear one too. The preteen walked over to his costume and disrobed to his birthday suit before he grabbed the pullup from his mother and slid it up between his legs. ``That's not so bad,'' he squeaked, trying to seem as natural as possible. In truth...they felt pretty awesome. Warmer and thicker than normal underwear and they were kind of cute. But he wasn't going to say that out loud. That would've been embarrassing.\n\n\tMarth laughed, pointing at his older brother. ``Haha, Chrom's wearing diapers now too! I-I mean...Chrom needs diapers now. I don't need them too,'' the boy corrected. \n\n\tThe older boy's face flushed. ``I-I don't really mind. Now I won't worry just in case I can't find a bathroom.''\n\n\tTheir mother stepped in, placing her paw on Marth's head when he tried to continue teasing his older brother. ``Come on now, Marth. Your brother doesn't mind wearing one. Surely they're not that bad?''\n\n\tMarth pouted. ``Mmmm...fine...but I still don't need `em! I'm just wearing `em cause Chrom is.''\n\n\tWith the deal out of the way, the boys had managed to leave the house together to begin their excursion in their respective outfits. \n\n___________________________\n\n\tThe night had started out well. Both boys had hit all the closer homes and gotten some great treats already. Many of their friends from school had complimented their matching outfits, unaware of the padded undergarments beneath that also happened to match. \n\n\tChrom suggested going back home to take a bathroom break when they'd completed the loop around their neighborhood an hour later. If they were to continue on, they'd need to go much further as there was a long road between their home and the next biggest block. There were a few houses along the way, but it wouldn't be worth stopping at them since they were so far apart.\n\n\t``Why? Gonna pee your diaper, diaperboy?'' Marth teased in response. ``Or maybe you already did and you need a change?'' \n\n\tA group of other kids were passing nearby and Chrom pursed his muzzle as to not continue this conversation with them approaching. He grew very red, especially when the younger boy pat his crinkly bottom as if to check it. Thankfully for him, the group was preoccupied with their own conversations and the pullups weren't loud enough to give away what they were. Only once they passed did Chrom look to his little brother, ``Come on...don't do that,'' he blushed. ``You wouldn't want me to do that to you, would you?''\n\n\tMarth merely stuck his tongue out and hurriedly walked in the direction of more candy. Further from their home. \n\n\tChrom sighed. He loved his little brother, but he really pushed his limits in more than one sense of the word. \n\n______________________\n\n\tAs the older boy predicted, about 15 minutes into their walk towards the next large group of houses, Marth's steps started to take on a more manic pace. \n\n\t``Everything okay up there?'' Chrom called out, believing he knew the reasoning for his little brother's hurry.\n\n\t``I'm fine!'' the cub yelled, looking from left to right to survey the homes to either side of the street. Most of them had their lights off - a key indicator that there was no candy to be had and no one would answer the door. But something caught his eye - a light in the distance, and the boy began running in that direction. \n\n\t``Wait up, Marth! Don't go too far on your own!'' Chrom called out, picking up the pace towards that light. He was faster than his little brother, but he didn't want to damage his costume or spill the hard-earned candy from their bucket. Marth didn't seem to have any of those same concerns given that his outfit was much looser than his older brother's. \n\n\tChrom just barely caught up to his little brother when the little wolf had made it to the home. The home owner had taken a...unique approach to decorating. The house looked like it was almost falling apart. The tree in the yard looked as if it had been withered for decades and the red-eyed crows atop it silently gazed in their direction. The cobwebs hanging from every corner of the exterior didn't look like the fuzzy cotton bought at stores but rather an amalgamation of real spiderweb and dust. The step he took up onto the porch creaked with wood that had seemingly rotted long ago.\n\n\t``T-trick or treat!'' the younger boy cried out as a female red dragon wearing a witch's costume opened the door. ``Can I please use your bathroom? Please?'' the boy whimpered.\n\n\tThe dragon narrowed her eyes and inspected the two boys, a smile creeping up her toothy muzzle as she simply said, ``trick,'' before shutting the door.\n\n\t``But...'' Marth whined. The cub struggled with the zipper on his Riolu outfit, trying to take it off in vain as the familiar sound of one of his accidents hissed against the inside of his pullup. A wet spot spread across the boy's costume as the pullup wasn't wicking up the wetness nearly as fast as it was coming out. The boy looked at his older brother with pleading eyes. \n\n\tChrom, annoyed at this lady, pounded on the door. ``Ma'am! That wasn't very nice! My little brother just wants to use your bathroom for a minute!'' It was in vein at this point, but they could at least maybe get Marth cleaned up. In the meantime, he consoled his little brother letting the cub sob into his arm. A puddle had soaked the wood planks beneath them and dripped through the slats. \n\n\tThe door creaked open, but the woman was no longer there. Instead, there was a pitch black corridor that ended in a lit bathroom. \n\n\t``Ma'am, I don't know if you're there, but we're not in the mood for a haunted house,'' Chrom blustered, endeavoring to hide the fear in his voice. ``Just please let us use your bathroom for a few minutes. \n\n\tThe crows cawed in unison behind them, shocking both boys. As one of them began to swoop down, Chrom picked up his brother. As the flock started flying in their direction, the older boy ran into the home, tensing up in fright when the door slammed behind him.\n\n\tMarth was bawling now. Partially because of his accident and partly because he'd been scared nearly senseless. \n\n\tChrom steeled himself for the both of their sakes as he walked towards the light. His shivers of fright were not noticed by his little brother who was doing too much shaking of his own. \n\n\t``Once up is down. Once wrong is right. A martyr, we have? That yet will be seen. If truly we do, what once was wet now will be clean,'' a serpentine voice whispered and echoed into the darkness while Chrom closed the gap.\n\n\tOnce he passed the threshold into the bathroom, he gently put his brother down onto the tile floor and panted heavily, catching his breath. It wasn't the physical exertion that had caused his rapidity of breath and the fluttering of his heart, but instead the terror of this woman's house. \n\n\tBut the mood had shifted once they were in the bathroom. It was relatively normal as opposed to the rest of the house. In fact, it looked very much like theirs, down to the placement and design of the towels. Weird. At the very least, it seemed to calm down his little brother from the fright and was now more upset about his wet pullup. \n\n\t``Hey there. It's okay,'' Chrom cooed, holding his brother again and petting him.\n\n\t``I don't want to be put back in diapers!'' Marth sobbed. \n\n\t``It's okay...Mom and Dad don't have to know. We can get rid of the pullup and walk back home,'' Chrom assuaged.\n\n\t``Nooo!'' Marth groaned, pointing to his wet Riolu costume. \n\n\tIt was true - there was a sizeable wet spot in the crotch and down one leg. It wasn't likely they were going to get that out unless this lady let them use her laundry room, which Chrom didn't want to have to deal with. He couldn't let Marth go home naked, either and a towel wouldn't be good enough to cover him, either. He did have one idea, though.\n\n\t``L-look...We can trade costumes, okay? Mom and Dad don't know the difference between Riolu and Lucario anyway. I'll just say I had an accident,'' Chrom said, blushing furiously as he realized he'd be walking past many of his friends in a wet costume. \n\n\tMarth tilted his head at his older brother. ``Promise you won't tell?''\n\n\tChrom nodded and managed his best smile. \n\n\t``Thanks big brother. You're the best,'' Marth said, hugging him. \n\n\tChrom felt a pang of joy. It was one of the few times his little brother had called him ``big brother.'' There was a sense of pride in that. \n\n\tThe two boys began to strip down to nothing and it wasn't until Chrom started putting on the Riolu costume that Marth stopped him, pointing at his dry pullup and then the wet one on the ground.\n\n\tThe older boy flared up. That's right. It wouldn't make sense that he'd wet his costume if the pullup was completely dry. ``R-right,'' Chrom whimpered, sliding down his pullup so that his little brother could have it. \n\n\tBegrudingly, Chrom then stepped into the wet pullup and breathed a deep sigh to prepare him for the feeling. As the garment slid up between his legs, it didn't feel nearly as bad as he thought it would. In fact, it felt kind of nice in a way that he'd only recently discovered he could feel. Knowing what came next whenever that feeling came over him, he quickly donned the Riolu onesie and zipped it up to hide what was happening between his legs. He was so red. Why did the wet pullup feel so good?\n\n\tMarth on the other hand seemed entirely recovered from his panic. In fact, he was essentially back to teasing. ``Haha, Chrom had an accident in his pullups! Now he needs diapers!'' he giggled.\n\n\t``M-marth!'' Chrom blushed.\n\n\t``I gotta tease you about it or Mom and Dad won't believe me.'' Marth insisted, patting the bottom of Chrom's soggy pullup. \n\n\tThe older boy whimpered, hiding his face in his paws when he realized that the teasing was somehow making him feel even more warmth and pleasure in that strange way he didn't fully understand. Then he remembered - they still had to get out of there. \n\n\t``Can we go home now, please?'' Chrom meekly asked. ``I think if we leave now we might be able to get back home in time for me to change into something else.''\n\n\t``Sure thing...baby bro,'' Marth teased, patting that bottom once more. Marth also noticed his brother's reluctance to open the door. ``What's wrong? Baby scared of a little scawy house?''\n\n\t``S-stop...this is serious,'' Chrom said, trying to stop his little brother when the boy suddenly opened the handle. \n\n\t``Are you boys done cleaning up in there?'' the dragon female asked. Her witch hat was off, but this was clearly the same lady. However the house looked...normal. There was a bowl of candy by the door, a Charlie Brown Halloween playing on the television, and gaudy plastic decorations scattered throughout.\n\n\t``Yes ma'am,'' Marth said. ``Thanks for letting my little brother and I clean up after his accident. I can't believe you were so scary that you made him wet himself when you answered the door.''\n\n\t``Ohh, you,'' she said with a false bashfulness. ``Now you two get home safe, you hear?''\n\n\tMarth bounded towards the door, but a confused Chrom was much slower to follow suit. This was different than before. Sure, Marth teasing him was normal, but he was terrified when they were coming in. Why did he not even balk?\n\n\t``T-thanks ma'am,'' Chrom said with a polite nod at the threshold of her home. \n\n\tWhen he looked back at her one last time, she smirked and put on her hat. ``The die is cast. Your fate is sealed. `Til next Hallows' Eve, your next chance revealed,'' she cackled.\n\n\tThe door swung closed on its own and after Chrom stumbled back onto his padded tush, the house had simply disappeared.\n\n\t``M-Marth!'' Chrom cried, pointing towards the house as he looked for his little brother. \n\n\t``What's wrong, baby bro?'' Marth said, picking up his brother from the sidewalk.\n\n\t``Wait. No. We were just-'' Chrom fumbled over his words. \n\n\t``We were just heading home when you wanted to try to find a place to pee in the bushes?'' Marth chuckled. ``You didn't make it. You could've just peed once we weren't on the road anymore, but you had to go and have an accident.''\n\n\t``What? No...I didn't have an accident. You did...'' Chrom grumbled. \n\n\tMarth raised his eyebrow and unfastened the front of his Lucario outfit to show his dry pullup. ``Nice try, baby bro. You were the one who was crying that you didn't want to be in a diaper before we left. I had to put one on too so we could convince you.''\n\n\t``I...No...That was...me,'' Chrom blushed.\n\n\tOne of the passing duos - a brother combo who were their respective ages passed by. It was the younger one who clapped him on the shoulder, though. ``Aww man, tough luck,'' the older one said. The younger one stopped and pointed to the wet spot on his costume, not laughing but clasping his shoulder in a fraternal pat. ``I remember you were super excited about your underoos. Sorry.''\n\n\t``Wait...No,'' Chrom called out. This wasn't right. Why was Marth's classmate talking about him like that? It was Marth who had recently been given his undies privilege back on his birthday after the boy had begged and pleaded to be allowed to wear his underoos to school.\n\n\t``Come on,'' Marth said, grabbing his paw and leading them back towards the house. ``If you have another accident, then you'll completely ruin your costume. It might still be salvageable as is.''\n\n\tWhy was Marth suddenly so much more well-spoken? He was normally on the verge of tears or a hyper ball of energy. Something was wrong. \n\n\tChrom tried to right it in his head, but there was no logical explanation...It had to have been the witch. She cursed him.\n\n\tAs they drew closer to their home, the streets were a bit better lit. This also meant that more people saw Chrom's wet costume. While some people snickered and some adults shook their head in sympathy, no one really seemed like it was that egregious of a crime. \n\n\tAll the while, Chrom had to hide what that scrutiny was doing to his midsection, particularly with the feeling of the wet diaper constantly pressing up against him whenever he readjusted. \n\n\tWhen they arrived home, their parents were there to greet them. Chrom waved excitedly, hoping that they somehow would be able to make sense of this and right it.\n\n\tTheir mother was already ready and grabbed Chrom up like he was a toddler. ``Mrs. Bakewell called ahead of time when she saw you. I'm so sorry, sweetie,'' she cooed, nuzzling Chrom and seemingly trying to prevent the tears by delivering small tickles and kisses.\n\n\tChrom, despite his unwillingness to be treated in such a humiliating manner, was still ticklish. ``Mooom, stooooop,'' he giggled ``I need to explain!'' Didn't they see this as weird? He was way bigger than Marth. She was picking him up and struggling to do so, but it didn't stop her from doing it.\n\n\t``There's no explaining needed, sweetie,'' she said, punctuating her statement with more kisses to his tummy and sides. ``I've got my littl- I mean big wolfy pup with me for the night.''\n\n\t``Moooom,'' he reiterated, unable to get out any other words while his mom brought him outside. He could hear his father chatting to Marth outside saying that he could go on without him and that ``Chrom'' would be staying home. \n\n\t``Now I know you're going to be a little upset, pup, but we made a deal when you got your undies,'' their mother explained, setting him down inside and expecting an argument once she had blocked off his escape to Trick or Treating.\n\n\t``Mom...don't you think I'm a bit too old for diapers?'' he asked, trying to see if she somehow understood. ``A witch cursed me and now everyone seems to think it's normal for me to be wearing them. And Marth doesn't remember that I...um...'' he said, realizing that he promised not to tell their parents that he was taking the fall for him. ``didn't have an accident. It was a spell.''\n\n\tTheir mother snickered, but played along with the game. ``Uh huh. A spell. Well I'll tell you what. I happen to know that witch.''\n\n\t``Wait...you do?'' Chrom said, his tail wagging. ``Can you get her to undo it?''\n\n\t``Ohh I'm afraid not,'' she giggled. ``It only comes undone if you can stay dry on your own for a full week. Until then, we have to keep you in special pants for your own good.''\n\n\tChrom blushed. Right. She didn't believe him. This was how she had to talk to Marth to not get him to cry whenever he landed back in diapers. \n\n\t``Mom...what grade am I in?'' Chrom asked.\n\n\tShe looked confused. ``I didn't realize there was a test, Chrom. You're in the 4th grade. Although if you don't improve your grades, you might not make it to the 5th.''\n\n\tChrom's face went into his paws. It couldn't be. Surely this was all a joke, right? Somehow, they were all in on it.\n\n\t``Come on, son. We need to get you in another pullup just in case. Please don't make too much of a fuss, alright?''\n\n\t``Okay mom...'' Chrom relented. Although, he had a plan to tell if they were in on it. But it might just blow up in his face if he was wrong.\n\n\tHis mom helped him strip from his Riolu costume and soaked pullup. With a few wipes, he was clean and he was extremely happy that his puberty problem wasn't rearing his head at this very moment. \n\n\tOnce another pullup went up between his legs, however, he sprung his trap. He waited for just a few minutes after before he covertly began wetting it. If she was truly tricking him, she might be shocked or even angry. But this was something that was very normal for Marth to do.\n\n\tChrom whined instinctually as the fluid slowly began leaking out into his pullup at a dramatically slower speed than his brother's accident had. The boy's ears flattened against his head. ``I-I'm wetting myself,'' he blushed. He was enjoying this more than he dared admit. He couldn't lie that he hadn't always wondered what they felt like. And now that this situation had delivered itself unto him...it was too convenient of a choice to make. \n\n\t``Mom!'' Chrom called out as he was mid-way through his accident. ``I have to go potty!'' It was an embarrassing phrase, but one that Marth had regularly said whenever he had forgotten to go and didn't want to be blamed for his accident. \n\n\t``Chrom! I'm coming!'' their mother said, rushing to him with a sense of urgency until she saw his pullup beginning to sag. Their father had also come in from outside and had rushed in from the front door where he was handing out candy dressed in his vampire costume. ``Your turn, dad,'' she sighed. \n\n\tHe made an exhalation of his own and knelt down to eye level with his son.\n\n\tChrom expected an angry yell or something about how he shouldn't have done that when it was prank. Anything to indicate that this wasn't normal for him. \n\n\tInstead, the older male kissed his forehead. ``It's okay son. But I think it's best we put you in a diaper for bed, okay? No complaints.''\n\n\tChrom, still finishing his ``accident'' whimpered. ``Yes dad.'' A drop of his accident dripped down, then another. He wasn't as good at holding it in as he'd hoped or the pullup didn't quite have the capacity he thought it did. \n\n\tBut his father was unphased. He patiently let the drips fall onto his cape before wrapping his son in it to carry him to the changing table. \n\n\tWith that warm cloth around him, Chrom didn't realize how comforting it was to be picked up like that. His eyes grew heavy. He was very tired. And the warm pullup between his legs felt nice. He could just...drift off...\n\n_____________________________\n\n\tWhen Chrom awoke, he was in his bed, but it was in his brother room. The potty chart hung above his bed had a week of golden stars starting from ``Chrom's 8th birthday'' to two nights prior. Both yesterday and the current day already had rainclouds. But why? \n\n\tWhen Chrom looked down, he realized that it hadn't been a dream. He was wearing one of Marth's diapers. A soaked one, at that. These ones had stars on the front that would disappear into water droplets as the diaper got more wet. He didn't see any stars. Then he remembered that his parents had gotten into the habit of checking his little brother in the morning so that he couldn't just hide the wet diaper and cry about not having wet the bed. \n\n\tThat was him now. He was a bedwetter. His heart started beating faster and he grew flush. Why did that make him feel so good?\n\n_______________________________\n\n\tIt was a weekend, so neither of the two boys had to go to school. Marth seemed to be much more of a bully than Chrom had ever been to him. No one seemed to register that there was anything abnormal about Chrom being the little brother. Even when the family went to the mall and Marth pantsed his ``little'' brother and exposed his diaper to the whole mall, a few people snickered, but no one seemed to mind.\n\n\tHe was simply glad that Marth hadn't pranked him after he'd had his soda. He really did somehow inherit Marth's bladder. He tried making it to the bathroom several times after having a soda, but after getting tired of making stops, their father just told him it was alright to use his diaper. He didn't tell his father that he'd already accidentally dribbled multiple times before that. \n\n\tThat culminated in an embarrassing change in a busy mall bathroom. For being such a ``brave boy'' their mother had even let him have a chocolate bar. After that, Chrom found that his parents were happier to just let him use his diaper rather than bug them every few minutes. Which led to many more accidents throughout their weekend adventures. \n\n____________________________________\n\n\tChrom was being changed into his nighttime diaper, he looked up at the calendar. It was several straight weeks now of accidents. He was much worse at potty training than his little brother. They'd made a deal, and he wouldn't be earning the calendar back until he could stay dry during the day at the very least. It would be difficult, to say the least.\n\n_____________________________________\n\n\tMonths later, Chrom had all but forgotten the potty. Christmas had come and gone and family had all gifted him diapers for the holidays given his sudden expanded need for them. Meanwhile, his ``big brother'' was gifted with all the latest consoles and sports equipment. There was one last gift for Chrom, but it wasn't what he'd hoped for - it was a crib. They'd heard that Chrom had a tendency of trying to hide his wet diapers and figured the crib would make it to where he needed to be let out in the mornings. That hadn't been true since they'd made the switch, but they didn't want to refuse to use a gift that their family had so lovingly prepared.\n\n____________________________________\n\n\tTime went on. Chrom had ceased to progress in his potty training. If anything, he'd backslid. Rather embarrassingly, he'd had a few more than soggy accidents as well. But his family was just happy that he wasn't being a crybaby about it like he had the previous year and was accepting that he needed diapers. \n\n____________________________________\n\n\tThen, it was Halloween again. Chrom was 9. Old enough to maybe Trick or Treat on his own. But he'd need to come home for a change. Perhaps through a function of the spell or perhaps because he'd enjoyed himself since the swap, he'd forgotten about the haunted house on the hill. Until he saw it again. It all came flooding back to him. \n\n\tHe raced up the hill, where the witch was waiting on the porch with a crying wolf toddler nestled on her chest. His baby cousin. Their family lived nearby and often stayed at each others' houses.\n\n\tNearby, that cousin's older brother was standing by, looking very guilty. There was a broken pail of candy on the ground and it was easy to put the pieces together.\n\n\t``There there,'' she said, cooing at the young preschooler. ``It's not so bad is it?''\n\n\t``Nooo! I wanna be big!'' the toddler cried. ``I un wanna be baby!''\n\n\t``Perhaps you could trade pails with this nice boy?'' she asked, giving Chrom a knowing wink.\n\n\tChrom gulped, seeing the pail in his paws and seeing the thick diaper on his cousin's butt, knowing that this wasn't about the candy. \n\n___________________________\n\n\tChrom babbled as his aunty deposited the bottle in his muzzle. ``That's such a good little baby puppy. You're mommy's favorite little boy, yes you are.''\n\n\tThe oversized wolf looked comical with the full diaper between his legs, but it didn't seem to bother any of the parkgoers. He giggled in between nursing on the bottle, taking in the scenery innocently. \n\n\t``Is that Chrom I see?'' an adult wolf came to greet him. \n\n\t``Marth!'' his aunty cried. ``Are you not going trick or treating tonight?'' she asked, gesturing at his polo shirt and dress pants.\n\n\t``I can't. We've got college finals and it's senior year. My mom would kill me if I had to do another semester. How about you? I know this little guy likes being dressed up!'' he responded, reaching into the stroller to poke Chrom's tummy through the onesie.\n\n\t``Ohh, I go to the same party every year. A dragoness I know loves to throw a witch's brew party for the local moms and their little ones,'' she said. Leaning in with a comical flair she whispered, ``I think she secretly wants to steal my little precious angel.'' \n\n\tMarth smiled politely. ``Heh, I guess he is pretty cute. She might have to cast a spell to get rid of that. But with that, I should be going. Later, aunty!''\n\n\tThe wolf sniffed the air and then looked at Chrom, who just blew a raspberry and giggled. \n\n\t``Come on dear. Let's get you home and changed for the big party.''\n\n\t\n\n\t\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tChrom and Marth were two wolf siblings and on this Halloween night, the pair of them were doing what so many children wanted to be doing - trick or treating. Marth, the eight-year-old and younger of the two, was wearing a Riolu costume. Meanwhile, his twelve-year-old brother was wearing a Lucario costume.

\tAs happy as the duo was to be out on this auspicious night, the outing had very nearly not happened if not for Chrom's capitulation.

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\t``I don't wanna!'' Marth yelled, tossing the pullup which rested atop his Riolu costume at his mother. He was currently wearing just his underwear and had excitedly ran towards the costume only to discover the padded garment.

\t``Honey. It's just in case,'' she reasoned. She'd tried to buy a pair of thinner pullups that looked like underwear and even got something with pumpkins on it so that the younger boy might not even register it, but her attempt had apparently failed. She wondered then if she should've just helped him dress and slipped them on, but it was too late. ``You don't need to wear them to bed if you can stay dry, but if you boys are going to be out and about for hours, it's better to be safe than sorry.''

\t``I don't need diapers!'' Marth reiterated. ``I'm a big kid! I already potty trained!'' This was a lie. The boy still wore pullups to bed and sometimes even diapers when he had a bedwetting streak, but the family never brought it up any other time to let him save face.

\tThe boys' mother groaned silently and looked to her older son, who seemed sympathetic to her plight with his expression.

\t``Chrom...I'm sorry. You might need to go trick-or-treating with your friends on your own,'' she apologized, looking back to Marth, who let out an ear-piercing cry.

\tChrom shielded his ears for that brief moment. He knew how much Halloween meant to his little brother, so he wanted to do something about it. He had one idea, but wasn't sure if his mom would even agree to it. ``Mom, I have to wear one too if I'm going out, right?'' the preteen asked, blushing as he even suggested it. ``If it's just in case, even I might have an accident.''

\t``Chrom, I don't think-'' she started to say before she caught on to the glint in his eye. There was a brief pause before she picked up, ``that...either of you are going to have an accident. It's just in case. And it'll be under your costumes, which might be a bit hard to take off.''

\t``R-right,'' the older boy nervously laughed. He didn't actually expect her to agree to it. Looking to his brother, the younger boy seemed to be less upset that his older brother needed to wear one too. The preteen walked over to his costume and disrobed to his birthday suit before he grabbed the pullup from his mother and slid it up between his legs. ``That's not so bad,'' he squeaked, trying to seem as natural as possible. In truth...they felt pretty awesome. Warmer and thicker than normal underwear and they were kind of cute. But he wasn't going to say that out loud. That would've been embarrassing.

\tMarth laughed, pointing at his older brother. ``Haha, Chrom's wearing diapers now too! I-I mean...Chrom needs diapers now. I don't need them too,'' the boy corrected.

\tThe older boy's face flushed. ``I-I don't really mind. Now I won't worry just in case I can't find a bathroom.''

\tTheir mother stepped in, placing her paw on Marth's head when he tried to continue teasing his older brother. ``Come on now, Marth. Your brother doesn't mind wearing one. Surely they're not that bad?''

\tMarth pouted. ``Mmmm...fine...but I still don't need `em! I'm just wearing `em cause Chrom is.''

\tWith the deal out of the way, the boys had managed to leave the house together to begin their excursion in their respective outfits.

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\tThe night had started out well. Both boys had hit all the closer homes and gotten some great treats already. Many of their friends from school had complimented their matching outfits, unaware of the padded undergarments beneath that also happened to match.

\tChrom suggested going back home to take a bathroom break when they'd completed the loop around their neighborhood an hour later. If they were to continue on, they'd need to go much further as there was a long road between their home and the next biggest block. There were a few houses along the way, but it wouldn't be worth stopping at them since they were so far apart.

\t``Why? Gonna pee your diaper, diaperboy?'' Marth teased in response. ``Or maybe you already did and you need a change?''

\tA group of other kids were passing nearby and Chrom pursed his muzzle as to not continue this conversation with them approaching. He grew very red, especially when the younger boy pat his crinkly bottom as if to check it. Thankfully for him, the group was preoccupied with their own conversations and the pullups weren't loud enough to give away what they were. Only once they passed did Chrom look to his little brother, ``Come on...don't do that,'' he blushed. ``You wouldn't want me to do that to you, would you?''

\tMarth merely stuck his tongue out and hurriedly walked in the direction of more candy. Further from their home.

\tChrom sighed. He loved his little brother, but he really pushed his limits in more than one sense of the word.

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\tAs the older boy predicted, about 15 minutes into their walk towards the next large group of houses, Marth's steps started to take on a more manic pace.

\t``Everything okay up there?'' Chrom called out, believing he knew the reasoning for his little brother's hurry.

\t``I'm fine!'' the cub yelled, looking from left to right to survey the homes to either side of the street. Most of them had their lights off - a key indicator that there was no candy to be had and no one would answer the door. But something caught his eye - a light in the distance, and the boy began running in that direction.

\t``Wait up, Marth! Don't go too far on your own!'' Chrom called out, picking up the pace towards that light. He was faster than his little brother, but he didn't want to damage his costume or spill the hard-earned candy from their bucket. Marth didn't seem to have any of those same concerns given that his outfit was much looser than his older brother's.

\tChrom just barely caught up to his little brother when the little wolf had made it to the home. The home owner had taken a...unique approach to decorating. The house looked like it was almost falling apart. The tree in the yard looked as if it had been withered for decades and the red-eyed crows atop it silently gazed in their direction. The cobwebs hanging from every corner of the exterior didn't look like the fuzzy cotton bought at stores but rather an amalgamation of real spiderweb and dust. The step he took up onto the porch creaked with wood that had seemingly rotted long ago.

\t``T-trick or treat!'' the younger boy cried out as a female red dragon wearing a witch's costume opened the door. ``Can I please use your bathroom? Please?'' the boy whimpered.

\tThe dragon narrowed her eyes and inspected the two boys, a smile creeping up her toothy muzzle as she simply said, ``trick,'' before shutting the door.

\t``But...'' Marth whined. The cub struggled with the zipper on his Riolu outfit, trying to take it off in vain as the familiar sound of one of his accidents hissed against the inside of his pullup. A wet spot spread across the boy's costume as the pullup wasn't wicking up the wetness nearly as fast as it was coming out. The boy looked at his older brother with pleading eyes.

\tChrom, annoyed at this lady, pounded on the door. ``Ma'am! That wasn't very nice! My little brother just wants to use your bathroom for a minute!'' It was in vein at this point, but they could at least maybe get Marth cleaned up. In the meantime, he consoled his little brother letting the cub sob into his arm. A puddle had soaked the wood planks beneath them and dripped through the slats.

\tThe door creaked open, but the woman was no longer there. Instead, there was a pitch black corridor that ended in a lit bathroom.

\t``Ma'am, I don't know if you're there, but we're not in the mood for a haunted house,'' Chrom blustered, endeavoring to hide the fear in his voice. ``Just please let us use your bathroom for a few minutes.

\tThe crows cawed in unison behind them, shocking both boys. As one of them began to swoop down, Chrom picked up his brother. As the flock started flying in their direction, the older boy ran into the home, tensing up in fright when the door slammed behind him.

\tMarth was bawling now. Partially because of his accident and partly because he'd been scared nearly senseless.

\tChrom steeled himself for the both of their sakes as he walked towards the light. His shivers of fright were not noticed by his little brother who was doing too much shaking of his own.

\t``Once up is down. Once wrong is right. A martyr, we have? That yet will be seen. If truly we do, what once was wet now will be clean,'' a serpentine voice whispered and echoed into the darkness while Chrom closed the gap.

\tOnce he passed the threshold into the bathroom, he gently put his brother down onto the tile floor and panted heavily, catching his breath. It wasn't the physical exertion that had caused his rapidity of breath and the fluttering of his heart, but instead the terror of this woman's house.

\tBut the mood had shifted once they were in the bathroom. It was relatively normal as opposed to the rest of the house. In fact, it looked very much like theirs, down to the placement and design of the towels. Weird. At the very least, it seemed to calm down his little brother from the fright and was now more upset about his wet pullup.

\t``Hey there. It's okay,'' Chrom cooed, holding his brother again and petting him.

\t``I don't want to be put back in diapers!'' Marth sobbed.

\t``It's okay...Mom and Dad don't have to know. We can get rid of the pullup and walk back home,'' Chrom assuaged.

\t``Nooo!'' Marth groaned, pointing to his wet Riolu costume.

\tIt was true - there was a sizeable wet spot in the crotch and down one leg. It wasn't likely they were going to get that out unless this lady let them use her laundry room, which Chrom didn't want to have to deal with. He couldn't let Marth go home naked, either and a towel wouldn't be good enough to cover him, either. He did have one idea, though.

\t``L-look...We can trade costumes, okay? Mom and Dad don't know the difference between Riolu and Lucario anyway. I'll just say I had an accident,'' Chrom said, blushing furiously as he realized he'd be walking past many of his friends in a wet costume.

\tMarth tilted his head at his older brother. ``Promise you won't tell?''

\tChrom nodded and managed his best smile.

\t``Thanks big brother. You're the best,'' Marth said, hugging him.

\tChrom felt a pang of joy. It was one of the few times his little brother had called him ``big brother.'' There was a sense of pride in that.

\tThe two boys began to strip down to nothing and it wasn't until Chrom started putting on the Riolu costume that Marth stopped him, pointing at his dry pullup and then the wet one on the ground.

\tThe older boy flared up. That's right. It wouldn't make sense that he'd wet his costume if the pullup was completely dry. ``R-right,'' Chrom whimpered, sliding down his pullup so that his little brother could have it.

\tBegrudingly, Chrom then stepped into the wet pullup and breathed a deep sigh to prepare him for the feeling. As the garment slid up between his legs, it didn't feel nearly as bad as he thought it would. In fact, it felt kind of nice in a way that he'd only recently discovered he could feel. Knowing what came next whenever that feeling came over him, he quickly donned the Riolu onesie and zipped it up to hide what was happening between his legs. He was so red. Why did the wet pullup feel so good?

\tMarth on the other hand seemed entirely recovered from his panic. In fact, he was essentially back to teasing. ``Haha, Chrom had an accident in his pullups! Now he needs diapers!'' he giggled.

\t``M-marth!'' Chrom blushed.

\t``I gotta tease you about it or Mom and Dad won't believe me.'' Marth insisted, patting the bottom of Chrom's soggy pullup.

\tThe older boy whimpered, hiding his face in his paws when he realized that the teasing was somehow making him feel even more warmth and pleasure in that strange way he didn't fully understand. Then he remembered - they still had to get out of there.

\t``Can we go home now, please?'' Chrom meekly asked. ``I think if we leave now we might be able to get back home in time for me to change into something else.''

\t``Sure thing...baby bro,'' Marth teased, patting that bottom once more. Marth also noticed his brother's reluctance to open the door. ``What's wrong? Baby scared of a little scawy house?''

\t``S-stop...this is serious,'' Chrom said, trying to stop his little brother when the boy suddenly opened the handle.

\t``Are you boys done cleaning up in there?'' the dragon female asked. Her witch hat was off, but this was clearly the same lady. However the house looked...normal. There was a bowl of candy by the door, a Charlie Brown Halloween playing on the television, and gaudy plastic decorations scattered throughout.

\t``Yes ma'am,'' Marth said. ``Thanks for letting my little brother and I clean up after his accident. I can't believe you were so scary that you made him wet himself when you answered the door.''

\t``Ohh, you,'' she said with a false bashfulness. ``Now you two get home safe, you hear?''

\tMarth bounded towards the door, but a confused Chrom was much slower to follow suit. This was different than before. Sure, Marth teasing him was normal, but he was terrified when they were coming in. Why did he not even balk?

\t``T-thanks ma'am,'' Chrom said with a polite nod at the threshold of her home.

\tWhen he looked back at her one last time, she smirked and put on her hat. ``The die is cast. Your fate is sealed. `Til next Hallows' Eve, your next chance revealed,'' she cackled.

\tThe door swung closed on its own and after Chrom stumbled back onto his padded tush, the house had simply disappeared.

\t``M-Marth!'' Chrom cried, pointing towards the house as he looked for his little brother.

\t``What's wrong, baby bro?'' Marth said, picking up his brother from the sidewalk.

\t``Wait. No. We were just-'' Chrom fumbled over his words.

\t``We were just heading home when you wanted to try to find a place to pee in the bushes?'' Marth chuckled. ``You didn't make it. You could've just peed once we weren't on the road anymore, but you had to go and have an accident.''

\t``What? No...I didn't have an accident. You did...'' Chrom grumbled.

\tMarth raised his eyebrow and unfastened the front of his Lucario outfit to show his dry pullup. ``Nice try, baby bro. You were the one who was crying that you didn't want to be in a diaper before we left. I had to put one on too so we could convince you.''

\t``I...No...That was...me,'' Chrom blushed.

\tOne of the passing duos - a brother combo who were their respective ages passed by. It was the younger one who clapped him on the shoulder, though. ``Aww man, tough luck,'' the older one said. The younger one stopped and pointed to the wet spot on his costume, not laughing but clasping his shoulder in a fraternal pat. ``I remember you were super excited about your underoos. Sorry.''

\t``Wait...No,'' Chrom called out. This wasn't right. Why was Marth's classmate talking about him like that? It was Marth who had recently been given his undies privilege back on his birthday after the boy had begged and pleaded to be allowed to wear his underoos to school.

\t``Come on,'' Marth said, grabbing his paw and leading them back towards the house. ``If you have another accident, then you'll completely ruin your costume. It might still be salvageable as is.''

\tWhy was Marth suddenly so much more well-spoken? He was normally on the verge of tears or a hyper ball of energy. Something was wrong.

\tChrom tried to right it in his head, but there was no logical explanation...It had to have been the witch. She cursed him.

\tAs they drew closer to their home, the streets were a bit better lit. This also meant that more people saw Chrom's wet costume. While some people snickered and some adults shook their head in sympathy, no one really seemed like it was that egregious of a crime.

\tAll the while, Chrom had to hide what that scrutiny was doing to his midsection, particularly with the feeling of the wet diaper constantly pressing up against him whenever he readjusted.

\tWhen they arrived home, their parents were there to greet them. Chrom waved excitedly, hoping that they somehow would be able to make sense of this and right it.

\tTheir mother was already ready and grabbed Chrom up like he was a toddler. ``Mrs. Bakewell called ahead of time when she saw you. I'm so sorry, sweetie,'' she cooed, nuzzling Chrom and seemingly trying to prevent the tears by delivering small tickles and kisses.

\tChrom, despite his unwillingness to be treated in such a humiliating manner, was still ticklish. ``Mooom, stooooop,'' he giggled ``I need to explain!'' Didn't they see this as weird? He was way bigger than Marth. She was picking him up and struggling to do so, but it didn't stop her from doing it.

\t``There's no explaining needed, sweetie,'' she said, punctuating her statement with more kisses to his tummy and sides. ``I've got my littl- I mean big wolfy pup with me for the night.''

\t``Moooom,'' he reiterated, unable to get out any other words while his mom brought him outside. He could hear his father chatting to Marth outside saying that he could go on without him and that ``Chrom'' would be staying home.

\t``Now I know you're going to be a little upset, pup, but we made a deal when you got your undies,'' their mother explained, setting him down inside and expecting an argument once she had blocked off his escape to Trick or Treating.

\t``Mom...don't you think I'm a bit too old for diapers?'' he asked, trying to see if she somehow understood. ``A witch cursed me and now everyone seems to think it's normal for me to be wearing them. And Marth doesn't remember that I...um...'' he said, realizing that he promised not to tell their parents that he was taking the fall for him. ``didn't have an accident. It was a spell.''

\tTheir mother snickered, but played along with the game. ``Uh huh. A spell. Well I'll tell you what. I happen to know that witch.''

\t``Wait...you do?'' Chrom said, his tail wagging. ``Can you get her to undo it?''

\t``Ohh I'm afraid not,'' she giggled. ``It only comes undone if you can stay dry on your own for a full week. Until then, we have to keep you in special pants for your own good.''

\tChrom blushed. Right. She didn't believe him. This was how she had to talk to Marth to not get him to cry whenever he landed back in diapers.

\t``Mom...what grade am I in?'' Chrom asked.

\tShe looked confused. ``I didn't realize there was a test, Chrom. You're in the 4th grade. Although if you don't improve your grades, you might not make it to the 5th.''

\tChrom's face went into his paws. It couldn't be. Surely this was all a joke, right? Somehow, they were all in on it.

\t``Come on, son. We need to get you in another pullup just in case. Please don't make too much of a fuss, alright?''

\t``Okay mom...'' Chrom relented. Although, he had a plan to tell if they were in on it. But it might just blow up in his face if he was wrong.

\tHis mom helped him strip from his Riolu costume and soaked pullup. With a few wipes, he was clean and he was extremely happy that his puberty problem wasn't rearing his head at this very moment.

\tOnce another pullup went up between his legs, however, he sprung his trap. He waited for just a few minutes after before he covertly began wetting it. If she was truly tricking him, she might be shocked or even angry. But this was something that was very normal for Marth to do.

\tChrom whined instinctually as the fluid slowly began leaking out into his pullup at a dramatically slower speed than his brother's accident had. The boy's ears flattened against his head. ``I-I'm wetting myself,'' he blushed. He was enjoying this more than he dared admit. He couldn't lie that he hadn't always wondered what they felt like. And now that this situation had delivered itself unto him...it was too convenient of a choice to make.

\t``Mom!'' Chrom called out as he was mid-way through his accident. ``I have to go potty!'' It was an embarrassing phrase, but one that Marth had regularly said whenever he had forgotten to go and didn't want to be blamed for his accident.

\t``Chrom! I'm coming!'' their mother said, rushing to him with a sense of urgency until she saw his pullup beginning to sag. Their father had also come in from outside and had rushed in from the front door where he was handing out candy dressed in his vampire costume. ``Your turn, dad,'' she sighed.

\tHe made an exhalation of his own and knelt down to eye level with his son.

\tChrom expected an angry yell or something about how he shouldn't have done that when it was prank. Anything to indicate that this wasn't normal for him.

\tInstead, the older male kissed his forehead. ``It's okay son. But I think it's best we put you in a diaper for bed, okay? No complaints.''

\tChrom, still finishing his ``accident'' whimpered. ``Yes dad.'' A drop of his accident dripped down, then another. He wasn't as good at holding it in as he'd hoped or the pullup didn't quite have the capacity he thought it did.

\tBut his father was unphased. He patiently let the drips fall onto his cape before wrapping his son in it to carry him to the changing table.

\tWith that warm cloth around him, Chrom didn't realize how comforting it was to be picked up like that. His eyes grew heavy. He was very tired. And the warm pullup between his legs felt nice. He could just...drift off...

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\tWhen Chrom awoke, he was in his bed, but it was in his brother room. The potty chart hung above his bed had a week of golden stars starting from ``Chrom's 8th birthday'' to two nights prior. Both yesterday and the current day already had rainclouds. But why?

\tWhen Chrom looked down, he realized that it hadn't been a dream. He was wearing one of Marth's diapers. A soaked one, at that. These ones had stars on the front that would disappear into water droplets as the diaper got more wet. He didn't see any stars. Then he remembered that his parents had gotten into the habit of checking his little brother in the morning so that he couldn't just hide the wet diaper and cry about not having wet the bed.

\tThat was him now. He was a bedwetter. His heart started beating faster and he grew flush. Why did that make him feel so good?

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\tIt was a weekend, so neither of the two boys had to go to school. Marth seemed to be much more of a bully than Chrom had ever been to him. No one seemed to register that there was anything abnormal about Chrom being the little brother. Even when the family went to the mall and Marth pantsed his ``little'' brother and exposed his diaper to the whole mall, a few people snickered, but no one seemed to mind.

\tHe was simply glad that Marth hadn't pranked him after he'd had his soda. He really did somehow inherit Marth's bladder. He tried making it to the bathroom several times after having a soda, but after getting tired of making stops, their father just told him it was alright to use his diaper. He didn't tell his father that he'd already accidentally dribbled multiple times before that.

\tThat culminated in an embarrassing change in a busy mall bathroom. For being such a ``brave boy'' their mother had even let him have a chocolate bar. After that, Chrom found that his parents were happier to just let him use his diaper rather than bug them every few minutes. Which led to many more accidents throughout their weekend adventures.

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\tChrom was being changed into his nighttime diaper, he looked up at the calendar. It was several straight weeks now of accidents. He was much worse at potty training than his little brother. They'd made a deal, and he wouldn't be earning the calendar back until he could stay dry during the day at the very least. It would be difficult, to say the least.

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\tMonths later, Chrom had all but forgotten the potty. Christmas had come and gone and family had all gifted him diapers for the holidays given his sudden expanded need for them. Meanwhile, his ``big brother'' was gifted with all the latest consoles and sports equipment. There was one last gift for Chrom, but it wasn't what he'd hoped for - it was a crib. They'd heard that Chrom had a tendency of trying to hide his wet diapers and figured the crib would make it to where he needed to be let out in the mornings. That hadn't been true since they'd made the switch, but they didn't want to refuse to use a gift that their family had so lovingly prepared.

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\tTime went on. Chrom had ceased to progress in his potty training. If anything, he'd backslid. Rather embarrassingly, he'd had a few more than soggy accidents as well. But his family was just happy that he wasn't being a crybaby about it like he had the previous year and was accepting that he needed diapers.

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\tThen, it was Halloween again. Chrom was 9. Old enough to maybe Trick or Treat on his own. But he'd need to come home for a change. Perhaps through a function of the spell or perhaps because he'd enjoyed himself since the swap, he'd forgotten about the haunted house on the hill. Until he saw it again. It all came flooding back to him.

\tHe raced up the hill, where the witch was waiting on the porch with a crying wolf toddler nestled on her chest. His baby cousin. Their family lived nearby and often stayed at each others' houses.

\tNearby, that cousin's older brother was standing by, looking very guilty. There was a broken pail of candy on the ground and it was easy to put the pieces together.

\t``There there,'' she said, cooing at the young preschooler. ``It's not so bad is it?''

\t``Nooo! I wanna be big!'' the toddler cried. ``I un wanna be baby!''

\t``Perhaps you could trade pails with this nice boy?'' she asked, giving Chrom a knowing wink.

\tChrom gulped, seeing the pail in his paws and seeing the thick diaper on his cousin's butt, knowing that this wasn't about the candy.

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\tChrom babbled as his aunty deposited the bottle in his muzzle. ``That's such a good little baby puppy. You're mommy's favorite little boy, yes you are.''

\tThe oversized wolf looked comical with the full diaper between his legs, but it didn't seem to bother any of the parkgoers. He giggled in between nursing on the bottle, taking in the scenery innocently.

\t``Is that Chrom I see?'' an adult wolf came to greet him.

\t``Marth!'' his aunty cried. ``Are you not going trick or treating tonight?'' she asked, gesturing at his polo shirt and dress pants.

\t``I can't. We've got college finals and it's senior year. My mom would kill me if I had to do another semester. How about you? I know this little guy likes being dressed up!'' he responded, reaching into the stroller to poke Chrom's tummy through the onesie.

\t``Ohh, I go to the same party every year. A dragoness I know loves to throw a witch's brew party for the local moms and their little ones,'' she said. Leaning in with a comical flair she whispered, ``I think she secretly wants to steal my little precious angel.''

\tMarth smiled politely. ``Heh, I guess he is pretty cute. She might have to cast a spell to get rid of that. But with that, I should be going. Later, aunty!''

\tThe wolf sniffed the air and then looked at Chrom, who just blew a raspberry and giggled.

\t``Come on dear. Let's get you home and changed for the big party.''

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