Did I feel bad about ratting out my brother’s bedwetting to our parents? No. Did I feel bad about being the reason for it? Yes.

	My name is Zack. I’m a teenage buck and a diaper fetishist. The issue? I had no diapers to wear. The way I resolved this was naturally to get my younger brother Connor to wet the bed. Connor wasn’t much younger than me. Just two years separated us. That meant that I was only a little bit bigger than him and would likely fit into them.

	The first night was just a warning for him. Nights two and three meant groundings. But night four got what I really wanted. Connor was put into GoodNites. We shared a room, so there wasn’t really a feasible way for them to hide it from me. I played the part of the supportive older brother. Our older brother Nick certainly wasn’t going to.

	How did I manage this, you might ask? Well, I booby-trapped his favorite song. From the internet, I found a link about someone who was using subliminal messages in that same song, so I stole it and edited for my own purposes. I didn’t think it would work at first, but he started wetting the bed that same night, so it couldn’t have been a coincidence.

	That first night that Connor got GoodNites, I got to the fun bit. While Connor was sound asleep, I grabbed one of the GoodNites from the package and slipped it on. It felt amazing! I could barely contain myself, finding a good position to soak it so that I wouldn’t leak. After thoroughly soaking it as much as I was willing to risk, I just laid there, rubbing the comfortable warmth against my deer cock. I stifled a bleat as I quite quickly came to orgasm.

	I’d fantasized about this day for a long time, so I wasn’t about to get caught right away. I immediately put the thing in a garbage bag full of other trash and took it directly to the dumpster under the cover of night. Then I washed off and got back in bed.

	Connor continued wetting the bed for months, up until the end of the semester. I, in turn, continued using them. Because they would get suspicious about the number depleting faster than expected, I added a few lines of messaging into his hypnosis tape so that I could safely put him into the wet diaper after I was done using it. I would then replace the one he was wearing before into the bag. Because he was also wetting and would then leak, this eventually meant being upgraded to adult diapers. 

Adult diapers weren’t nearly as fun. The designs were kiddy on GoodNites and baby diapers, but not on stuff meant for adults. So I started on my second victim – our adult brother. Although he was 21, Nick still lived with us since he went to college and worked part time at a local restaurant. I spiked his favorite sports podcast with periodic messages about a diaper fetish and buying adult diapers to wear.

I didn’t feel bad about this one at all. Nick was kind of mean to us since he was a lot older and he was likely the reason that the school had found out about Connor’s bedwetting, since he blabbed about it to all of his friends.

	Eventually, he too began wearing diapers at night. And these ones were much cuter and thicker than the storebought ones. When I saw him laying in one for the first time, a lot of twisted stuff came to mind, but I stowed them to the side. I hadn’t put anything in the tape other than sleeping soundly until morning and contents related to the diaper fetish. Taking a chance would likely be bad.

	That changed the next day. Because it was summer by the time that both my brothers were in diapers, it meant that our brother could ‘babysit’ us more often. It had been a long time since we needed it, but it offered an excuse for my father to teach Nick responsibility and give him free money.

	I’d never tried something that functioned while someone was conscious in the subliminal messages before and this was my first attempt. Into both of their new messages, I added lines for what would happen when Dad wasn’t home. 

	The next day, it went off without a hitch. As soon as Dad left, Connor called out for “Nicky.” Nick responded by coming downstairs completely undressed with one of his adult diapers. I’d never seen him naked before. His cock was very…unimpressive. I expected it to be as big as mine since he was older, but it explained a lot about him. Connor proceeded to cover up the pitiful thing with the adult diaper before patting his butt and leaving the room. Nick then crawled over to me.

	This was where I was nervous, but I stayed completely still, not leading it in any way in case something was wrong. I watched in baited awe as he unzipped my pants and dropped them to the floor. He then took my penis into his mouth, lapping at it and sucking on it like he’d been commanded to do. I could see his penis tenting through his diaper and felt a bit of relief. 

“That’s a good baby bro,” I praised, moaning as he continued pleasuring me. The sight of a larger guy in a diaper blowing me was a bit too much for my teenage brain to take. I quickly orgasmed in his maw and let out several bleats of pleasure in the afterglow of what had been. I wanted more. A lot more. But I hadn’t programmed it, and I didn’t want to take any chances. I wiped my cock off on his muzzle before patting him on the head. Doing so caused him to return to his room and jack off by humping his pillow.

	Something strange happened later that night. I awoke to a strange sensation around my cock that subsided momentarily as I woke to inspect. There, sucking on my dick was my older brother in a soaked diaper. “Uh…you’re dreaming.”

	“Nice try,” I whispered, pointing over to Connor, “but if you don’t want me to tell, you’d better keep going.”

	I thought I heard something akin to a whimper, but he was so quiet that I barely caught it. His floofy tail raised high in the air, wagging like a pup’s in excitement as he got my go-ahead. He bobbed up and down on my numbed and still-waking cock.

	Having him here so vulnerable and clearly in control of his own actions, even if I might have influenced them was exhilarating in a way that I couldn’t explain. I felt a newfound sense of power as I fucked his eager face, not so quick to peak this time now that my senses were still dull from sleep.

	He seemed to be quite conscious of the crinkling, as if maybe he thought I hadn’t noticed. I put those thoughts to rest right away so he could stop. “I always knew you were a diaperfag. You complained enough about Connor’s.”

	I could see his tail wag faster and he started humping the air as he continued sucking. Fuck…he was cumming hands-free. Just the thought of that alone drove me overboard as I took his antlers as handles and forced him to swallow every last bit of my teenage cum.

	The next few moments were strange with the two of us laying there in the afterglow. After a second of thought, I pulled him up next to me, groping that squishy crotch. “Good night, baby bro.” I said, nuzzling my older brother in the chest.

	So that’s basically how I turned my older brother into a diaper lover and my younger brother into a bedwetter. I still enjoy a good soaking from time to time, but I much prefer the look on my formerly smug older brother’s face while I fuck him silly in his soiled diapers.

	What happened to them? Well I eventually undid the hypnosis. I didn’t need my younger brother’s diapers anymore. That only lasted the summer. I still tried to help him in positive ways with the hypnosis, such as forcing him to study for his classes.

	As for Nick, he’s in a normal gay relationship with a loving husband. That said, every family reunion we go out ‘fishing’ while everyone else is preoccupied and things get a little bit wet.