Happy Underwear Day! Have you left the house without pants today? And what better way to celebrate this ridiculous day than with an equally ridiculous story? This is a Chase commission, innovating and starting a new world with a new OC. (Clarification: All characters are adults in the story.) So bring the popcorn, take off your pants, get comfortable because we're starting the story! ----- A digital clock reads 6 A.M. and a message appears. “Time to wake up. Time to wake up.” The message flashes several times during sleep mode. Boyd opens his eyes; his 'sleep time' is over. “Time to start the day!” he says, sounding sleepless as he gets up from his rocket-shaped bed. The gray parrot, wearing his yellow pajamas with cars, walks toward the bathroom. “Beginning maintenance routine.” The robot boy begins a peculiar but necessary routine: He disposes of the used oil, takes off his pajamas and Medabot briefs, and enters a sort of shower stall, only instead of water, the multiple sprinklers expelled a bluish mist designed to clean Boyd’s 'feather', followed by a shower of water to clean off the leftovers. Once that cycle was complete, a giant dryer descended from the ceiling and took care of the robot boy’s artificial plumage. Boyd stepped out of the shower and onto one of his father's newest inventions, Gyro. The 3000+ Automatic Dressing Room! The boy stood on the metal base, placing his feet on the markings and pressing the button to start the device. Slits opened around his feet, and mechanical hands rose up with his underwear… only they rose high and fast! So high that they even lifted the robot! “EEEEK!! MY LOWER SENSORS!!” Boyd squealed, hanging in a wedgie by his MegaMan briefs. Thanks to all his upgrades, Boyd could feel all too well how the briefs divided his butt and compressed his little “fluid hose.” The machine managed to get Boyd into his yellow pants, but his shirt and bow tie ended up falling off because he was elevated in a wedgie. It wasn't until the machine determined the process was complete that it released the boy, letting him fall onto his wobbly legs, his briefs comically sticking out of his pants. “I must inform Dad about this flaw in his invention…” Boyd said as he pulled the underwear from his rear and dressed appropriately on his own. Boyd left his room and headed toward Gyro's lab, picking up a can of new oil to drink while he looked for his father. Gyro and Fenton had been working on a new secret project, so secret that Boyd didn't know what it was. But Fenton always seemed very excited when it was mentioned, so the robot boy had high expectations. If it wasn't a revolutionary invention, at least it had to be something fun enough to get the science duck so excited. Boyd made his way to the lab door, which had several "STOP" and "No Trespassing" signs posted there, several danger signs, and a "No Wedgies" sign. Boyd rang the conveniently installed doorbell, which included an intercom. "Good morning, Dad! Good morning, Uncle Fenton!" he greeted cheerfully. "Hey! Kiddo!" Fenton was the first to answer. Always happy to be called: Uncle. "Bring that over here!" Gyro snatched the communicator from his assistant. “Boyd, don’t call Fenton that.” Said the chicken, always so sociable and friendly. “But you’ve come at a good time! There’s someone I’d like to introduce you to.” The scientist unlocked the lab entrance, allowing the robot boy inside. “Someone?” Boyd was quite surprised; few people enter the lab, which only heightened his curiosity. He hurried inside before anything changed. The robot parrot walked through several impressive or slightly damaged inventions, greeting the living statue of the headless horse and small robots with lightbulb heads. Boyd greeted them and went to the central area of ​​the lab, finding his father and Fenton with a large blanket covering something next to them. Boyd quickened his pace and went to hug his father. “Good morning!” Gyro smiled slightly and stroked his son’s head. “Good morning.” Boyd looked around. “Who’s visiting? Is it a new lab intern?” “What!? No no no no no! Absolutely not!” Gyro shook his arms. “I had enough trouble with my last intern without taking on another.” “That… that was me.” Fenton said, as if Gyro could have forgotten. The scientist hadn't forgotten, but he quickly put the topic aside and focused on what was truly important. “Boyd, son, for years you've been socializing with other people, growing through experiences and upgrades.” Gyro said, in a rare emotional moment on his part. “That very thing has made me reflect on several things, which brought us to this moment where I've decided that t-” Fenton couldn't take it anymore and exclaimed, interrupting Gyro. “YOU WILL HAVE A BROTHER!” “...” Even for Boyd's advanced processor, it took him a while to grasp what that meant. “AHHH!?” The can of oil almost fell from his hand, spilling a little. The chicken let out a grunt as his presentation was ruined by the duck. “...Well, that ruined the moment.” Gyro took the blanket and pulled it back, revealing Boyd's new brother. Of course, he was a robot, but he had the appearance of a dragon, with red scales and yellow scales in the area of ​​his stomach. His eyes were dull for now, he had black horns, and his physique was slightly muscular. He was also only dressed in Lion Guard briefs. "Why is he in underwear?" Boyd asked the strangest question. "What's his name?" "Draxes, his name will be Draxes." Gyro clarified. "We still need to activate Draxes, and the clothes would be getting in the way of all the cables." The robotic dragon had a really thick cable connected to his back, in the space between his wings, some smaller ones connected to his head, and one last cable... the last cable goes into the briefs, so maybe it's in his rear. Fortunately, Fenton convinced Gyro to give the new robot boy underwear to cover himself. "Well, let's save the questions for later." Gyro puts on safety glasses and thick gloves and then walks to a large switch on the wall. “Now stand up!” The chicken flips the switch, sending massive amounts of energy. A massive amount of voltage buzzes through the wires all the way to the robot, and the lab lights flicker due to the amount of energy being directed to the robot’s core. After almost a minute, Gyro flips the switch and watches expectantly. The dragon's eyes lit up, a deep red! The robot took a step forward as all the cables were disconnected. "...Draxes is here!" He exclaimed with a smile, flexing his arms upward in a pose to show off his muscles. But that purpose was completely ruined by the ridiculous briefs Draxes was wearing. "He's got a lot of energy." Boyd said with an excited smile and didn't hesitate to approach his new brother, ignoring everything. "Hello, new brother! I'm Boyd!" Draxes performed a quick scan on Boyd, identifying him thanks to the data pre-inserted in his digital brain. Draxes also identified some of the weapons Boyd has on his body, obtaining precise details about his height, his actual weight, and checking the condition of his clothing. "Hey! Baby brother! You look like you could use a diaper change!" Boyd's smile faded. "Baby brother? Diaper?" It wasn't the best thing to say on a first encounter. "I don't think you're processing things right, little brother." Draxes crosses his arms with a cocky grin. "You definitely have an oil leak in your pants! Cleaning and prevention are required!" Boyd checks his pants. His pants had an oil stain, the same one he spilled earlier. But the stain was right in his crotch, making it look like he had an accident! Boyd's processor heats up as it calculates his level of embarrassment, which was visible thanks to his red-faced cheeks! "Don't pee on me!" Boyd covers himself with both hands. "And at least I have pants on!" "Huh?" The robotic dragon takes a first look at his body, covered only by a pair of Lion Guard briefs. "Gyahh!" All his earlier confidence turns to embarrassment as Draxes desperately tries to cover himself, his face also turning red. "They're already behaving like brothers, I guess." Gyro said, not sure if these results pleased him. He didn't want a recreation of the Ducks triplets. “Brothers are like that, to a greater or lesser extent.” Fenton said as he brought some clothes for Draxes. “Though if Boyd is having accidents, we should get him checked out soon.” “My oil container is working perfectly.” He said, still embarrassed. Draxes hurriedly put on black pants, then fingerless gloves. He discarded a red Dragon Tales t-shirt and put on a black vest. Draxes took the belt, not liking the idea of ​​something constricting his waist. Instead, the red dragon cut it off and placed it around his neck like a necklace. Boyd raised an eyebrow at his brother’s unusual way of dressing. “Why does he dress like that?” It was quite different from his formal clothes. (Nerd.) “We implemented a data package on the preferences of today’s youth… and I’m starting to regret it.” Gyro said, watching his newest creation dress like some kind of gang member. He shakes his head to dispel those thoughts. “Fashion doesn’t matter; it’s only the consolation of superficial people. Draxes, I want us to test some of your functions to make sure everything is working correctly and according to the program.” Draxes smiles, winks, and gives a thumbs-up. “I’ll master anything!” Gyro looks at Boyd, more specifically, at his stained pants. “You… change your pants and then join us in the testing area.” Hearing that from his father made this all the more humiliating. Boyd watched Draxes leave with Gyro and Fenton. His brother turned his head and stuck out his tongue in a mocking sneer. Boyd was annoyed with his new brother. He would make sure to teach his younger brother a lesson and prove who the big brother was! But first, clean pants. --- Once Boyd had his pants clean, he hurried to the testing area. Testing dangerous things like weapons and anything that poses a great risk does get out of hand. For the robot boy, though, it was like an arcade. As soon as he entered, Boyd saw missiles shoot out of Draxes's arms, which were fired. The missiles spun slightly in the air before crashing into the targets. "Hmph... The missiles veer a little to the left." Gyro commented, making a note of this to calibrate the missiles later. "Reset the targets." Fenton cleaned up the ashes and placed some cardboard cutouts. These represented robbers trying to escape with bags full of money while being chased by police officers. "Now let's try something less... lethal." Fenton hurried away. "Okay, Draxes, you must stop the robbers without hurting them. What do you do?" Gyro asked, wanting to see what kind of reasoning his new son uses. “Using chainsaws to cut their clothes and then spank them counts as hurtful?” Draxes asks, changing one of his hands into a circular saw while his other hand flattens and lengthens into a paddle. “To punish bad kids!” “I think you have too many cartoons on your hard drive.” Gyro comments. “Now, seriously.” “The best option is to use the net shooter!” Boyd said, extending his right arm. His hand opened to reveal the mouth of a cannon from which he fired successively. The nets opened, completely enveloping each cardboard cutout. “All captured!” Draxes pouts, putting away his tools and crossing his arms. “Hey! These are my tests! I should take care of the cardboard cutouts!” Boyd smiles. “Just showing you the way to do things, little brother.” Seeing Draxes get upset by his words made Boyd happy. “Kids, kids. This isn’t important.” Gyro shows a list of tests he had planned for today. “Boyd will join the tests for better references.” But before they could continue with that, Gyro’s phone starts ringing. “Oh, of all times. I need a minute to take this call…” He answers the call as he walks away. “It’s Gyro, I’m not cloning myself or anything…” Now that the boys weren't being supervised, they launched themselves at each other, shoving each other's faces with their hands in a ridiculous, pointless competition. "Scram! Gray hen! It's time for the older, improved brother to shine!" Draxes said. "Your arguments make no sense! I was created first! Clearly, I'm the oldest!" Boyd said, shoving his brother's face. "That means I'm smarter and more skilled with our tools! You must respect me, baby brother! Or I'll spank you!" "I'd like to see you try it with those chopstick arms!" Draxes used his superior strength to push Boyd, embedding the other robot into the metal wall. Boyd popped out of the wall, dusting off his clothes casually. "I'm going to teach you a lesson, baby brother." He grins, having an idea as he remembers how the Duck brothers usually settle things like this. "Actually, we should make a bet." "A bet?" The dragon's eyes changed, showing how his processor was searching for references to use to make this bet. "Hehehe! I got it!" The dragon's eyes returned to normal. "We'll use our father's test list to compete against each other; whoever gets the best results will be the winner and big brother!" "That took you quite a while, baby brother." The parrot said with an amused smile. "It wouldn't be a bet without punishment for the loser. And I have the perfect idea to teach you a lesson in humility." Boyd crosses his arms with a confident smile. "When you can't beat me, you'll wear diapers for a week, no exceptions." Draxes grits his teeth, looking annoyed. "You mean, when you fail to live up to his promise, you'll wear a diaper for a week like the baby brother you are!" He was confident that his most recent performances would be enough. The two boys shake hands, squeezing tightly and forcing smiles to seal the deal. After letting go, they both turned away from each other and shook their hands, wincing in pain. Luckily, they're both robots, or there would be broken bones. Gyro ended his call and returned to the boys. "Phew. You make a clone that just happens to turn evil, and then you're constantly monitored." "But you've cloned yourself on more than one occasion." Fenton mentioned, knowing some of his boss's secrets. But the look on his face was enough to drop the subject. Boyd stood in front of his father with an enthusiastic smile. "We're ready for the tests! Dad! And don't worry! I'll teach my little brother how to do everything!" Gyro smiled slightly and patted his son. "Thanks, that'll be very helpful." Boyd smiled and glanced at his brother, making his brother grumble. The next test Gyro and Fenton were preparing was designed to use laser beams. Now there were targets at different distances: 5 meters, 10 meters, 15 meters, and 25 meters. “This is simple, LITTLE BROTHER, just take your time and aim carefully.” The fingers of the feathered robot’s right hand move, and the lights inside it turn on, preparing to fire. Boyd’s eyes zoom in on each target, calculating the distance and a direct trajectory. “I aim and… fire!” Boyd fires at each target in turn, scoring accurate shots in the center of each one! The targets had burnt spots and were smoking! The feathered robot smiles, blowing on his fingers and causing his hand to return to normal. Far from being impressed, Draxes turns around, pulling out a mirror and using the reflection to look at the targets. The scaly robot’s entire hand has been removed to reveal a much more powerful laser cannon. “One.” Draxes fires over his shoulder, hitting the center of the first target and destroying it. The dragon ducks and fires between his legs. “Two.” He scores another perfect shot with the second target. “3 and 4!” This time Draxes fires to both sides, seemingly missing completely. Boyd glares at his brother, annoyed. “What do you think you’re doing?” Draxes just smirks. “Just watch.” Laser beams bounce around the lab, which is lined with mirrors and enough reflectors to make it difficult to follow them both. Boyd only noticed one laser when it passed really close to his butt, burning a line into his pants. “GOUHHHH!” Boyd jumps, bringing his hands to his butt, dousing a few small flames but still unable to prevent the damage. Now his pants have a large hole, revealing his Mega Man briefs. Boys notices this and covers his butt, embarrassed. Both lasers hit the targets with a clean shot, destroying them. “Impressive use of condensed light refraction.” Gyro says, noting the test results, adding the use of items to reflect the lasers. Draxes smirks at Boyd. “What's going on? Weren't you the big, know-it-all nerd? Maybe you're not as smart as you think you are.” The thermometer on Boyd's head showed a rise in temperature. He wouldn't let the immature, ridiculous dragon get away with this! He was going to get revenge! But Boyd would have to continue the tests with his pants damaged… --- “Next test, extendable arm.” Fenton said with a grin. The duck was manipulating drones, making them move around the room, all with different objects. “Throw your hands out and catch as many objects as possible, without breaking anything.” “Good luck with those claws.” the parrot told the dragon. “Puff.” The dragon snorted and retracted his claws. Next, it threw its hand with a cable toward a target, captured it, and retracted the cable at high speed. “What's the point of this? All targets are within the maximum extension range of the cable.” “Sometimes precision and finesse are necessary.” Fenton replies. “Yeah, let me show you a delicate touch.” Boyd said, and threw his hand out… but it didn’t come close to hitting the targeting drones. “Haha! You missed!” Draxes mocked. “Maybe you need nerd glasses to see!” Being distracted, mocking his brother, Draxes didn’t see how Boyd’s hand grabbed onto a metal bar on the ceiling and then returned to the ground. The feathered hand spider-walked toward the dragon and jumped inside his pants. “Guh! What the hell?!” Draxes looked back, but Boyd had already started to retrieve the cable. “EEEEEKK!!!” Draxes was dragged by his Lion Guard underoos, which dug deep into his rear. “What is this?!?” He was lifted by his underwear. “It’s called a wedgie. Dewey loves doing it.” Boyd said with a grin, stopping the retraction when his brother was inches from the ceiling. The best part was that the dizzying ride caused Draxes to lose his pants, leaving his bare legs and his large, scaly butt more exposed than ever in his first two hours of life. “PUT ME DOWN!! YOU IDIOT!!” Draxes yelled, his face turning red from this humiliation. “Um… Boyd, the test isn’t supposed to consist of something like this.” Fenton said, happy that Gyro had gone ahead and prepared the next test for the boys. Boyd grins. “Well, we’ve verified that Draxes isn’t aware of his surroundings! He also hasn’t thought of anything to free himself! And, most importantly, we know his sensors are working perfectly!” He jerks the cable sticking out of his arms, causing Draxes to jerk as he dangles helplessly from the wedgie. “How are you feeling?” The dragon was making all sorts of silly faces, feeling his processors overload with 'Sore Butt' 'Burn Between the Cheeks, and 'Tender Area Compression'. But he wasn't going to stand idly by. "Don't underestimate me!" Draxes threw both arms toward Boyd, his claws whipping out in revenge. But Boyd spread his legs, dodging his brother's grasp. Then he used his free hand to grab Draxes's hands. "You should think things through!" But the robotic dragon just smiled. “I’ll do!” He released a large amount of electricity through the cable connected to his hands. The same hands the robot parrot is holding. The electricity reached Boyd. “WAAHHHHH-BRRRRZZZ~!!” He began to have an electrical overload, seeing his systems losing control. Including the oil control, forming a stain on his pants for the second time. But the electricity didn’t stay with Boyd. The cable coming out of his arm was conducting electricity, reaching Draxes’s underoos and himself. “BRRRRRRRZZZZZZ~!!” The dragon twitched, his hair stood on end, his limbs twitched, and a stain spread across Draxes’s underwear. The absurd electrical accident continued until both robots exploded! Not as in several pieces scattered around the room, just a minor combustion that destroyed most of both boys’ clothes. Boyd was unconscious on the floor, his Mega Man underoos ruined and his limbs stretched around him like long noodles. Draxes fell from above, his Lion Guard underoos like a parachute, though that didn't cushion his impact with the ground. The robot dragon's head rolled off while his arms remained extended, his ass shaking from the residual electricity. Just the perfect moment for Gyro to enter the room. "All right, the next room is ready for the... what the hell?!" He stared in bewilderment at how both of his boys were in their underwear and dripping oil on the floor. "What happened here?!" Fenton picked up Draxes's head, which had his tongue hanging out and his eyes animated like spinning stars. "Um... brother stuff, nothing out of the ordinary." Gyro pinched his forehead; this was nothing like he'd planned when he'd built a second son. “Arghhhh. Anyway, let's take a break while the guys take a shower.” Fenton put Draxes's head back in place. “I'll go get you some clothes.” He offered. They can't have a couple of naked robots with their privates exposed! --- “Don't you dare look this way! Nerd!” Draxes shouted, trying to hide his embarrassment. “You're the one who looks like a gang member, capable of spying in the showers like a pervert!” Boyd said, acting annoyed to hide his own embarrassment in this situation. After a system reboot and adjusting the parts, the two boys headed to the showers for radiation decontamination. Yes, the lab was prepared for that kind of catastrophe. The bad thing was that privacy wasn't a consideration; the showers were inside a huge glass cube with no dividing walls or curtains. Basically, Boyd and Draxes were naked in the middle of the lab while showering side by side. They both tried to keep their backs to each other, not wanting to expose their leaky little hoses to each other. “My clothes are cool guy clothes!” Draxes said, covering his crotch with one hand and folding his wings, trying to cover himself as much as possible. “You look like a nerd who’s only ever seen action in internet videos and keeps a box of tissues by the computer!” “I don’t need to do that stuff!” Boyd exclaimed, covering his wee wee with both hands as the water jet cleaned his feathers. “And if I look like that, then you’re a frustrated fuckboy who has to pretend he’s successful but masturbates every hour!” “I think you guys need to limit your internet access.” Fenton said, placing the boys’ clothes outside the showers. He was amazed at the things both boys had learned on their own. “Why don't you cool your carburetors, apologize to each other, and scrub your backs while you're at it?” “Me!? Apologize to him?!” Boyd and Draxes exclaim, pointing at each other. They both glare at each other for a moment, then look down, both embarrassed, and quickly turn away while covering themselves. “Never! It's his fault! No! It's your fault! Stop copying me!” Fenton can't help but chuckle at the sight of the boys. As an only child, he always found sibling relationships endearing in all their forms, no matter how ridiculous they may be. Fenton would be talking about this with Huey later! Draxes finished his bath first, the perks of having escapes! He dried himself off with a towel, rolled it up, and used it to spank Boyd's butt! "OUCH!" Boyd jumped, bringing his hands to his butt after being spanked with the towel. "Haha! Try not to take too long! Egg butt!" Draxes said, retreating. "You're urghh!" Boyd grabbed a bar of soap and slid it across the floor. The dragon stepped on the soap and skidded. "Gahh!" Draxes slid until he hit the reinforced glass wall, flattening and exposing himself to Fenton and all the robot lightbulbs. Wait, there was the headless horse, that big-mouthed gossip, too. "Blurrgh~" Draxes's eyes rolled as drool dripped down his chin. The parrot dried his feathers and wrapped a towel around his waist. “Don't take too long, scaly ass.” He scoffs and goes to get some clothes so he's not naked anymore. Boyd got some Mechanical Animal underoos with all the characters and a new set of his usual clothes. He liked that outfit; he's worn it for years. Meanwhile, Draxes sheepishly takes some MLP underoos with Spike. Although he likes the dragon. Then Draxes dresses in new black pants and vest. --- Fenton led the boys out of the lab where Gyro already has an entire obstacle course set up… in the air! “Next test, time to test the boosters and see how well they can move in the air and how fast they can go without losing control.” “That's good, I've got plenty of experience flying.” Boyd smiles. “Try to watch and learn, little brother. I'll teach you how birds fly.” Draxes smiles, spreading his dragon wings. “Funny, because out of all of us, I'M WHO has real wings to fly, little bird.” “You also have a huge, non-aerodynamic butt.” The parrot said, butting heads with his brother again, until Gyro separated the two. Fenton takes out a flag to give the starting signal. “Are you both ready?” Boyd prepares, turning his thin bird legs into boosters. Draxes does the same, only his dragon legs have transformed into larger boosters. Boyd narrows his eyes, opens a hatch on his back, and pops out some rockets to increase his speed. Draxes isn't far behind, spreading his wings and popping out his own rockets. The dragon smiles, confident in his increased speed. Fenton held the flag up as he watched the boys unleash everything they had. “That might be too much for…” He carelessly lowered the flag. Both boys took that as their starting signal and accelerated to the max! So much so that they left most of their clothes behind. So much so that as they passed Fenton, he spun like a tornado and almost all of his clothes ended up scattering away, leaving a dizzy, stumbling duck dressed only in his Gizmoduck boxers. "How self-centered." Gyro said, seeing his assistant's choice as he pulled out a pair of high-tech binoculars to observe his boys... who were flying in their undies. "And that's why belts come in handy." Boyd and Draxes didn't seem to notice anything, focused on overcoming each other. Boyd calculated the best trajectory, changing speeds to maneuver between aerial obstacles, passing through hoops, around poles, and through narrow areas. Meanwhile, Draxes used his wings, moving them to maneuver better without slowing down too much, although he barely managed to fit through the tight spots. The two robotic boys were so closely matched that it was difficult to see if either of them was getting ahead. The final obstacle of the test was close, a small hoop that only one of they could pass through. And like good brothers, they reacted naturally. "I'm going first!!" They screamed and tried to push each other out of the way, using much of their superhuman strength! They both rammed into each other, causing them to be thrown to opposite sides, their boosters damaged and losing control. On top of that, they failed the last obstacle! "GYAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" Boyd crashed onto the small beach outside the lab, kicking up a large cloud of sand. When everything settled, it was clear the parrot had his upper half buried in the sand while his cute butt and legs were dangling outside. Draxes had a harder crash, crashing into a cliff and becoming embedded in the rocks in an Egyptian pose with his butt sticking out. Gyro shook his head and crossed out the flight test for both boys. "Go get they, have they get back into their clothes and return to the lab. I think we should try something else before such physical exercises." Fenton was jumping up and down, trying to get his pants back on. “Got it!” --- "Now we will test your tactical abilities with an exciting game of... chess." Gyro placed the board game in front of both boys. Boyd looked excited, while Draxes rolled his eyes with a bored expression. "Couldn't we make the test more exciting?" the dragon questioned. Gyro frowned. “Chess IS exciting.” Still, he showed off other boxes of board games: Checkers, 4-in-a-row, Battleship, Manjon, and others. “Maybe we can use things more… modern.” Fenton suggested, pulling out some portable consoles that were plugged in. There were a few games they could choose to compete against each other. “I don’t recommend Tetris; we’d be here for hours.” “Great.” Boyd took the console, recognizing practically all the games. “Maybe we should pick something easy; my baby brother hasn’t played any of that.” “Oh, you’re so confident, aren’t you?” Draxes narrowed his eyes in annoyance. “How about a bet where the loser of each game gets a small punishment from the winner?” “We’re not at a gaming club or a sleepover.” Gyro said, sensing that no one was taking these experiments seriously. “Seriously, bets?” “They’re young, they like to make things more interesting.” Fenton said with an understanding smile. “And a little sibling competition can't be such a bad thing.” “Don't worry, Dad, I'll live up to your expectations and keep my baby brother under control.” Boyd smiles at Draxes. “It'll just be a little lesson for him.” The parrot let the dragon choose the first game. He chose a game where you have a kingdom and gold. You must use the gold to improve your defenses and hire different warriors to attack the enemy kingdom. A simple game that depends on the players' choices. "At least they have to think about how to use the resources and direct their troops." Gyro said, adjusting his glasses with a disdainful look. "The loser gets a wedgie." Draxes said as he gathered cavalry and cannons to defend his fortress, seeking more strength in both places. "Someone wants to taste the cotton." Boyd said, strengthening his walls while gathering several shield bearers and archers to make a safe advance and attack from afar. The boys organized their troops, forming formations to attack the enemy kingdom. Once they both pressed attack, the battle would begin. "3! 2! 1! Attack!" They pressed the attack button, and the simulation began. “How dramatic.” Gyro said, while Fenton waved small flags. Boyd had divided his forces into three parts to attack from different directions. He had enough soldiers to do so, while Draxes launched a frontal attack with all his cavalry troops, which were much faster. Boyd was shocked to see how his squires were being killed and his archers’ attack wasn’t as effective as he had hoped. “What!? No! No! No!” His squires were defeated, and now his archers were following the same fate. As for the other attacks, they had reached the enemy kingdom. But the cannons were making large holes in his troops and quickly reloading to fire again. “WHAT!?” “Hahaha! Now attack the enemy base!” Draxes said with a smile as he watched his mounted soldiers finish off the last archer and begin attacking the walls. “No way! My attack from the sides!” Boyd exclaimed as his attack troops barely managed to damage the enemy kingdom. “What’s with those cannons?!” “You spent your resources on raising your city’s health bar while I got cannons and gunners!” Draxes grins arrogantly. “Cannons do great area damage even though they’re slow. But with enough gunners, I can fire shots faster! Besides, your shieldmen and archers don’t have enough attack power!” “But my defensive troops!” The gray parrot said with a childish whine. “When you have your entire squad made up of a single type of soldier, you gain bonuses depending on their class; cavalry soldiers gain speed and attack.” The dragon said with a victorious grin as the enemy kingdom was annihilated and conquered. “Take that! Swallow that! Bitch!” He shouted in victory. “Draxes! Language!” Gyro scolded his son for speaking that way. The robot dragon shudders and shrinks under his father's gaze. "Sorry, Daddy..." The parrot laughs at his brother being scolded. But he stays silent when their gazes meet, knowing that's what the dragon meant. "...fine." Boyd turns, bending down to expose his waist. "Next time I'll win." Draxes completely ignored his brother's sulking and shoved his hands down his pants. "How nerds squeal when they lose?" Draxes pulled on Boyd's underwear with his superhuman strength, giving him the biggest wedgie of his life! “EEEEEEEEEEKKKK!!!” Boyd’s eyes literally popped out of his face as his pupils turned into colorful stars, his wee wee was crushed, and the Mechanical Animals’ underoos split his ass with such magnitude that their systems detected high temperatures. “WEDGIEEEE!!” The next thing heard was a ripping sound, and Boyd fell face first onto the floor, his butt raised and half of his underwear buried deep in his ass, barely sticking out of his pants. “Aww! I wanted to play a little!” Draxes groaned, holding a good portion of his brother’s ripped underoos. “I thought these would hold up a little longer…” “That’s a funny way to show off your arm strength,” Fanton said with an awkward laugh at the sight of the brutal wedgie. “Boyd, little buddy, are you still with us?” Boyd peeled his face from the floor, his face frozen in pain, his star-shaped pupils spinning uncontrollably, clutching at his crotch. “...I'm fine…” His legs kept shaking, and he was sure he felt some oil on what remained of his underwear. “...I need some… clamps… for my… underwear…” Yeah, he went deep. Draxes kept the torn part of his underwear as a personal trophy. “Don't bother getting other underoos now, your next punishment will be a spanking.” There was a brief pause until Boyd was able to get back up, though he kept one hand on his crotch while the other dug to remove the cotton from his backside. After pulling enough cotton out of his ass, Boyd selected the next game. This time, he chose a spaceship game he was familiar with. The best thing about this game was that you could modify the spaceship for a more personalized game. “Loser gets spanked, no pants.” Boyd clarified as he designed his ship. “So you want my hand on your ass? Hahaha!” Draxes laughed, equipping his spaceship with the best missiles and lasers, aiming for an all-out offensive once again. “Kids.” Gyro said, wanting to maintain a modicum of seriousness about this. Once both boys had their spaceships ready, they could both see each other’s ships. Draxes’s spaceship took up over a third of his side of the screen, sporting lines of heavy weaponry, while Boyd’s was standard-sized, most notably the thrusters and a shield generator. “Someone hasn't learned their lesson from the last game.” The dragon grinned confidently as the countdown to combat began. As soon as the countdown reached 0, Draxes fired with all his weapons, launching missiles, firing side lasers, and basic fire. Multiple damaging projectiles took over the screen. Boyd said nothing; he just began piloting his spaceship at high speed through the projectiles! The small ship was so fast, and Boyd's control was so precise that he was able to avoid all the attacks, occasionally using a shield. “WHAT?!” Draxes couldn't believe his brother was dancing through his barrage of attacks. “How can you move like that? Are you using codes or beams?” “No, I just made my ship light.” Boyd said with a grin as he continued to avoid all the attacks. “By using the basic structure with just a few thrusters and the shield generator, I've managed to maintain a small, aerodynamic size that allows me to reach maximum flight speed. Not like your giant armored turtle.” Draxes tries to move his ship to change the trajectory of his attacks, but his movement is slow. Not to mention dodging Boyd's shots, which, while dealing moderate damage, were draining Draxes's life bar! About two minutes of constant damage later, an animation of explosions occurred as the dragon's spaceship was turned into space junk. There was also an animation of Boyd's ship performing a few flips and then flying into hyperspace, leaving behind the words: PERFECT VICTORY!!! Boyd smiles triumphantly, enjoying his brother's bewildered and defeated expression. “So, ready to feel the heat on your ass with a good spanking?” Draxes looked up from the console, still stunned by his brutal defeat. The realization of such a humiliating punishment hit him like a truck. “EEEHHHHHH!?” The dragon gasped, wanting to run away, to excuse himself, to accuse his brother of cheating again. But a flash in his eyes seemed to adjust his thoughts. “You’re right, you should spank me.” Draxes said. After a moment, he realized what he had said and covered his mouth. “What the hell? I didn’t mean it like that!” “It’s the good behavior system.” Gyro replied. “Since my inventions often have this… bad behavior variable, I made a program so you guys would recognize when something important is involved and be honest.” Gyro explained and adjusted his glasses. “Though I didn’t expect a bet to trigger a function with several restrictions.” “I guess bets between brothers are important to them.” Fenton said with a smile, like he was a proud uncle or something. Before Draxes could protest or anything, Boyd took his hand and spun him around in the air. The dragon spun like a top, losing almost all of his clothing as the parrot pulled up a chair and sat down. Draxes landed neatly face down in Boyd's lap, his butt covered only by his MLP briefs. Of course, his ass was raised. “We didn't say anything about the number of spankings, but I don't want to delay Daddy's experiments… so we'll keep it to 15 spanks this time.” Boyd said, wanting to be efficient. Draxes gritted his teeth and tried to put on a tough face, but embarrassment colored his cheeks. “Anyway, good luck with that, toothpick arms.” He seemed to forget that his brother was also a robot with superhuman strength. But it only took the first spank for pain to shoot up his rear and drive the memo home. “Gyah! That burns!” The dragon exclaimed, feeling his ass twitch. “Oh, your first spanking, baby brother.” Boyd cooed as if this were a memorable moment. And with the lab’s cameras, he’d be sure to have proof of this. Boyd’s smile beamed as his hand rose again and then brought it down hard on Draxes’s rear, making him squeal and jump in his lap. “Ouuhh!” Draxes was discovering the strength his brother had in those skinny arms, regretting having accepted this bet, certain that a quick wedgie wouldn't be as bad as that. But on the outside, the dragon was trying to maintain his dignity. "EEK! MY ASS!" That wasn't working well; his backside was already heating up. "The sensors seem to be working fine." Fenton said with an awkward smile and beads of sweat on his forehead. Perhaps this was triggering some memories of his childhood. Boyd's hand pumped up and down forcefully, without holding back. Each smack made Draxes's eyes pop, tears formed, and his enormous backside shook. Squeals and squeals of flesh echoed around the lab. "DADDY! STOP HIM! MY ASS IS BURNING! DADDY! DADDY!" Draxes cried pathetically, calling out to his beloved daddy to save him from the pain and humiliation. By the tenth spank, Draxes's MLP Underoos were being damaged. It seemed the colorful fabric wasn't prepared to withstand the force of a robot. **RIIIP!** After the twelfth spank, the Underoos tore, and the fabric hung between Boyd's hand and Draxes's red butt, now exposed by that large hole. “MY UNDEROOS! MY BUTT CHEEK ARE NAKED! GIVE THEM BACK! EVIL BROTHER!” Draxes cried, overcome with the humiliation of the moment. Boyd looked at Spike's MLP designs decorating his hand, pulled off the fabric, and ripped off a good amount of fabric, enough to turn the briefs into the most ridiculous jockstrap in the world with those MLP designs. But more importantly, those big butt cheeks were waiting for three more spanks to finish dyeing them red. “One!” The parrot started the final count, slapping the dragon's bare ass. "GEAK!" Draxes's eyes crossed, and an alert notification popped up in his system. "WARNING: Systems overloaded! Oil valve problems!" "Two!" Boyd announced, delivering another smack to the center of those scaly buttocks. "YEEEK!! DADDY!" Draxes called as his system warned him of an impending leak. "NO! NO! NOOOO!!" He knew what that meant, and it only made things worse. "THREE!" Boyd exclaimed, delivering one last powerful smack that sent Draxes flying off his lap and into one of the lab windows. "YEEEEEK!!" The dragon flew with the remains of his underoos, leaving a trail of oil behind him until he crashed against the reinforced glass, lying flat there with a derpy face, watery eyes, and his underwear covered in motor oil. “Bluurrrhhhh~” “Cleaning the front windows and the hallway.” Boyd said with a laugh, seeing his brother’s red backside from there. This was very satisfying. One of the robot lightbulbs approached the window with a spatula and used it to pull Draxes out, leaving the boy on the floor like a pancake. When the dragon returned to normal, he started running in circles and rubbing his backside. Gyro pinches the space between his eyebrows. “We need more underwear.” Boyd blushes, remembering that his briefs are also ripped. But then he smiles, having another idea for a bet. “Draxes, what do you think about the next loser in a game wearing panties?” He suggested, wanting to humiliate his brother. Draxes stops and stares in astonishment at his brother, still with his hands covering his backside. “Panties? There are panties in here?” He hadn't seen any women in that place. “Only because Mr. McDuck tried to innovate in the underwear market, which went horribly wrong.” Gyro said, visibly annoyed at the memory. Fenton held his knees together with a wrist, as if the memory of wedgies still haunted him. Draxes managed to cool his warm buns, peeling off the soiled remnants of his briefs and putting on his pants, trying to act dignified. He insisted on standing, wincing a bit when the denim rubbed against his sensitive buttocks. For the last game, the boys decided to play a shooter, with the same weapons, the same character abilities, and a random map. This would prove who was the best and who would wear underwear! They both clung to their consoles, ready to finish each other off! They both appeared in a forested map, in random locations, with no idea where the other was. Boyd looked for a high place to gain a tactical advantage while Draxes ran to find his brother, always using the trees for cover. Boyd was the first to attack the other, seeing the movement among the trees from his position, firing consecutively. The sound of the gunshots made Draxes hide behind a tree, managing to detect the direction of the bullets. The dragon tried to peek out from his hiding place, but a bullet grazed him, lowering him a few health points. "Come out and play~ Baby brother~ Your big brother promises to change your wet pants~" Boyd said with a smile, focusing on the tree Draxes used for cover. "Better swallow this!" Draxes threw a flash bomb; when it exploded, the screens went white, and the dragon took advantage of it to run and change hiding places before it was too late. Draxes decided to go through the forest, making a detour to position himself behind Boyd for a surprise attack. He'd already spotted the parrot's hiding place, so he just had to approach carefully so as not to give away the ambush. But the dragon was surprised by the parrot, which appeared with its gun in front of it and started firing as if the ammunition was endless. "Eat lead!" "GAHH!" Draxes started firing and running through the trees. "What the hell are you doing there?!" "Did you seriously think I was going to sit there waiting for you to attack me? Of course I was going to move." Boyd said with a grin as if everything had gone according to an elaborate plan. However, running into Draxes was a mere coincidence. Draxes tried to use explosive grenades to lose Boyd, but the parrot was in Terminator mode, hunting his target without hesitation while firing. Boyd even took the liberty of finishing off Draxes's character with a grenade. A loud explosion followed, and the console screens showed an animation where the entire forest exploded, displaying a skull with the word "loser" and a gold star with the word "winner" respectively, announcing Boyd's victory. "Noooo!" Draxes said dramatically as he fell to his knees. "You panicked when I surprised you in the woods." Boyd smiled, hands on his hips, and a smile. "Did you wet your pants too? Do you need baby wipes?" "SHUT UP! AND NO! I DID NOT WET MY PANTS!" At least the dragon thought so. He was too focused on the humiliation to come now that the games were over and he had emerged as the loser of this bet. --- "This is so humiliating," Draxes said as he adjusted his new pink panties. At least he had the consolation that they were MLP ones, with pictures of Pinkie Pie with party supplies. “They match your scales well. Although based on your behavior, I'd recommend a baby diaper.” Boyd said, proudly wearing Paw Patrol underoos. “I see you had no problem fitting your little wee wee into those tiny panties.” Boyd wasn't one to talk about sizes. But his recent victories were going to his head. Enough to make him strut around in Paw Patrol underoos. Draxes glares at his brother in annoyance. “This is far from over! There are many more trials ahead, and then you'll see how deserving you are of being the baby brother!” “I’ll get you pony diapers when you lose, baby brother.” Boyd responds defiantly as he finishes dressing in a new set of clothes. The next tests went well, in a comical way. When Draxes tested his strength by lifting blocks weighing several kilos in his hands, Boyd pulled down Draxes’s pants, exposing the dragon’s panties, which squealed and scrambled to cover himself. The cubes fell and hit Draxes on the head. When Boyd demonstrated his strength in the same way, Draxes shot a thumbtack at Boyd’s rear. The parrot’s eyes widened, and he jumped with his hands on his butt, whimpering and then being buried by the metal blocks, ending up with a derpy face on the ground. Gyro shakes his head and checks both boxes. When the boys were changing for the swim test, Boyd swapped his brother’s swimsuit for a pink Speedo with Hello Kitty on the ass. Draxes wasn't far behind, using a fishing line and a hook to hook Boyd's swimsuit. As he jumped into the water, the parrot lost his swimsuit, leaving him naked and embarrassed in the water while the dragon swam at high speed. Gyro sighed, ticking off the boxes, while Fenton threw a float to Boyd to cover himself. Afterward, there was a boring math test; both got perfect grades, but Draxes almost fell asleep while Boyd remained excited. For some reason, there was an acting test. Boyd performed a scene involving a Greek philosopher in a robe. Draxes turned on the fan, causing the robe to fly away, leaving Boyd in only his Paw Patrol briefs. Draxes acted out Robin Hood shooting an arrow. Boyd placed a pipe, deflecting the arrow and redirecting it, tearing Draxes's costume off and leaving him in only his pony panties. In a cooking test, Boyd poured an entire bottle of hot sauce into Draxes's recipe. The dragon tasted the food and… poured a little more hot sauce on it before smiling with satisfaction. Draxes also sabotaged Boyd's dish by pouring in a bunch of lemon juice. The real pain, though, was Fenton, who tried both meals. The duck ended up locked in the bathroom for 30 minutes while Gyro scolded his boys. Art, writing, poetry, first aid, ballroom dancing, geography, chemistry, and many other things that the boys somehow managed to turn into an opportunity to embarrass each other. But even for both robots, this proved exhausting, and both became increasingly tired as the hours passed. --- The lights came on, illuminating a ring where Fenton was dressed as a referee. "Ladies and gentlemen!" The duck exclaimed into a microphone for the audience. Although there were no ladies or gentlemen, there were robot lightbulbs and the headless horse. The only real living being was Gyro, who watched this with indignation. “For the final test, we have a boxing match!” Fenton announced. “In the blue corner! Wearing baby blue shorts and a feather coat! We have Boyd!” The gray parrot raises his arms, a tired expression on his face but forcing a smile. “Big brother is here to teach baby brother a lesson.” “And in the red corner!” Fenton points to the opposite side. “In salmon-colored shorts and a scale shield! We have our new boy! Draxes!” The dragon raises his arms, trying to look animated as he spits fire, though it was only a few small flames. “The real big brother is here to take over the place.” “Someone remind me why I agreed to do something as barbaric and pointless as a boxing match.” The scientist said, with zero interest in sports. “Because everyone likes wrestling and boxing.” Fenton said with a smile. Then he murmured. “Or at least they get a kick out of the funny knockouts.” The duck returns to his refereeing duties. “Fighters! Are you ready to begin the final battle?” Both Boyd and Draxes raised their fists and stood guard. “I’m ready!” Fenton nods. “Begin!” The headless horse rings a bell. The dragon advanced to the center of the ring, maintaining a firm guard as if marking that area as his territory. The parrot moves with small jumps, circling the dragon, as if looking for an opening to attack. What the parrot hadn’t expected was that the dragon would use his tail to trip him up! “Gwooh!” “Gotcha!” Draxes throws a powerful punch that sends Boyd tumbling into the corner of the ring. Boyd slammed hard into the ring post but recovered almost immediately. “Hey! No fair! You can’t use your tail in a boxing match!” he protested, though sounding very childish. “What’s a tail if not an arm… growing out of your butt?” That sounded better in Draxes’s head. “Bah! Whatever! Don't start crying like a baby, we're just getting started!” “Draxes, your brother is right.” Fenton intervened as referee. “No tails or wings.” “Huhhhh!” Draxes pouted but didn't argue, even retracting his wings until his back was completely exposed. “Fine! I don't need that!” But while the dragon was throwing a tantrum, the parrot ran up and punched the dragon in the stomach! Boyd's fist sank into Draxes's stomach before he was thrown toward the ropes, drool pouring from his mouth. But Draxes used the momentum of the ropes to attempt a double-punch at Boyd. However, the parrot raised both arms to cover himself, managing to stop the dragon's attack. Boyd ended up falling back from the impact. Draxes wasted no time and stayed close, raining down blows so his brother could defend himself. Boyd understood that he wouldn't win by simply defending himself. The parrot received a punch to the left side of his face, but he also managed to throw a punch with his right arm, connecting with the dragon's face. Thus began an exchange of blows between the brothers, with drool flying and imaginary stars beginning to shine. Boyd managed to duck, avoiding one of Draxes's blows, and launched an uppercut toward the dragon's chin. Draxes fell back into a sitting position, his head wobbling and his pupils rolling. At that moment, Draxes saw three Boyds spinning in front of him, which made the dragon grin like an idiot as he slowly got up. Boyd exhaled sharply and lunged for the finishing blow. But Draxes was so staggered that Boyd's fist passed by his head, at which point the dragon grabbed the parrot and threw him into the air. "Fly high~!" Draxes sang, his tongue hanging out. Boyd soars into the air, disoriented by the sudden change, looking down, not knowing what to do. The parrot sees his brother, smiling with his arms open. This brings a dreamy smile to Boyd's face without him even realizing it. "I'm not sure the rules of boxing allow this." Fenton said, watching the boy rise several feet into the air and then begin to fall. "Oh oh." He fled from the ring. Boyd lands hard in the ring, causing a small jolt. Draxes, still grinning like a fool with his arms open, looks down at where Boyd crashed, sinking slightly into the ring floor. Draxes crouches down and pokes Boyd's head with a chuckle. The parrot's body moves slightly and he struggles to get up. Boyd throws his body out of the ring, slamming his head into Draxes's jaw. They both stood up, like two happy drunks trying to punch each other, but only punching in the air. Gyro got up from his seat and approached the ring. “This has gone too far!” Gyro tried to climb into the ring, but his attempts only made him look bad. “Fenton! Help me!” As Fenton helps his boss into the ring, Boyd and Draxes manage to punch each other in the face. With that, and thanks to their continued wobbling, their shorts fell to the floor, revealing Draxes's MLP panties and Boyd's Paw Patrol underoos, both with wet spots and their small bulges. Boyd and Draxes looked at each other, no longer mockingly or to annoy the other, but with big, sad eyes that barely held back tears. "Gwahhhh!!" Their restraint didn't last long; both boys began to cry dramatically and hugged each other. "Sowwy! I've been a bad, bad, bad boy!" Draxes cried, remorseful to his brother. "No! I'm sorry! I should have welcomed you into the family more!" Boyd cried apologetically. The dragon sniffed his snotty nose. "I wasn't nice to you! Accusing you of peeing your pants! But I peed myself! Twice!" Draxes cried. "It was three times!" Boyd corrected, sniffling as well. "But that doesn't matter! Because I peed too! And instead of helping you, I mocked you and spanked you! I have no right to be called the oldest brother between us!" The dragon hugs his brother tightly, seeking comfort. "No! You were right! You were created first! It was really stupid of me to pretend to be the oldest!" "That doesn't matter!" The parrot exclaimed, hugging his brother just as tightly. "Arguing about who's the oldest is silly! We're brothers, and that's what matters! Let's just be good brothers! Even if sometimes we say or do things that might upset each other!" Both boys pull away slightly to exchange apologetic glances, but also ones filled with hope and anticipation that they could do better. They wiped their tears and hugged again, this time with affection and smiles on their faces. Fenton looked at the boys, tears of emotion falling like waterfalls down his cheeks. "It's so beautiful! The bond between brothers is so strong that it can overcome anything! It doesn't even matter that they're in oily underwear! They're brothers!" After much effort, Gyro managed to clumsily climb into the ring, having to fix his outfit and glasses. "What's all this about an older brother?" Boyd and Draxes stopped hugging and turned to look at their father. They held each other's hands, though. Boyd and I had been arguing about who was the older brother and, therefore, deserved more respect, while the other was the baby brother." Draxes confessed. Boyd nodded. "We even made bets, using the trials as a competition to decide who was the older brother and who would wear diapers for a week." “We were trying so hard to outdo and humiliate each other to make ourselves look good, that we forgot what was truly important.” the dragon said, acknowledging that they were doing it wrong. “And that was getting to know each other and getting along.” “And now we’ll do just that, forge our bonds together!” Boyd said with a bright smile. Gyro’s glasses glittered brightly as he listened to the boys. “You’re telling me that both of you were using my important evidence for a childish competition and making ridiculous bets, knowing how important it was to gather all this information.” He wasn’t shouting, but his words were heavy. “Huh, hee… bluh…” Boyd and Draxes started to shift nervously, sensing their butts were on the line here. Draxes got a little wetter. Gyro’s expression remained impassive as he looked at his sons. “So? What exactly was the bet?” I want to hear all the details." The parrot gulped. "Well... to be exact, about the bet we made... whoever managed to beat the other would be named the older brother..." "... And the other would have to wear diapers for a week and be the baby brother." The dragon finished the explanation. "I guess... we're tied..." Gyro adjusts his glasses. "In that case, let me inform you that you both failed!" Boyd and Draxes' pupils shrank to almost nothing, having a pretty good idea of what was about to happen. They would have to keep their promise. "But before that! Boyd! Show Draxes the way to the spanking room!" Gyro added. "You guys are going to have some brother time while Fenton gets some things ready!" --- "Ow! Ow! Ow! My ass is still warm!" Draxes complained. "Why do the sensors in my ass keep sending these signals!? Isn't that cool!" The dragon complained as he jumped up and down while gently rubbing his bare, red ass. "That's what happens when mechanical hands with paddles spank you for 30 minutes." Boyd said, walking with his equally red and bare ass. Although he avoided rubbing it because walking the lab halls completely naked is humiliating enough. "At least we have padded underwear waiting for us..." "Is Daddy really going to make us wear diapers?" Draxes said, sounding like a shy and embarrassed boy. "We've learned our lesson. No betting in the lab." "We made a bet anyway, remember?" Boyd said, trying to take this more maturely. Although his face was still quite red. "They're just diapers, and it's not like we're planning on dating anytime soon. Oh! That reminds me! I should introduce you to my friends!" At that moment, Boyd opened the door to his room, but the room had changed completely! Boyd's rocket-shaped bed was replaced with a crib, although there was another one next to it. The furniture had also been replaced with daycare furniture: a toy chest, a closet of baby clothes, a changing table, an oversized playpen, and several packages of diapers with colorful designs. There were even robot lightbulbs painting the walls baby blue and making childish drawings. "What happened to my room?!" Boyd said, not knowing where to look. "You've always had a daycare?" Draxes asked, noticing there were two cribs. "Wait! Don't tell me this is supposed to be my room too!" "For the next week, it is." Gyro said from behind the boys, making them both jump. "Since you want to act like babies, you'll get the whole experience." Boyd covers his weewee while looking at his father. "When did you do this?" "There are several hands helping!" Fenton said, entering the room with a box full of DVDs. “We even got some cartoons appropriate for this stage!” Draxes, finally remembering his nudity, covers himself up in embarrassment. “But Daddy!” “You started a bet! Now you’re going to keep it!” The scientist said firmly, hoping they would learn their lesson. “Now, on to the changing table.” The parrot and the dragon automatically jumped onto the padded table. “Ow!” They both regretted it, having forgotten that their buttocks were still sensitive. Both boys lay down and voluntarily raised their bottoms, feeling more exposed than ever even though only their family was there. Gyro had no idea about this, so a robot lightbulb and Fenton took charge of diapering the two youngsters. Boyd got a blue diaper with pictures of Barney and Friends, while Draxes got a yellow diaper with pink butterflies and Fluttershy. “I noticed you liked those designs, so I hope you enjoy it.” Fenton said with a smile. Draxes covered his face in humiliation as the duck closed the diaper and glued the tapes. “Are we really doing this for a week?” Boyd said, his cheeks flushed as his padded underwear hugged his nether regions, like a pillow between his legs. “A week, two, maybe a month.” Gyro said, as if this were research or an experiment. Maybe they could actually get some data from this. “Consider this a quick baby phase! Being cared for and pampered!” Fenton said, excited to take care of the children, like a man wishing he could have his own children someday with his girlfriend. “You guys already look so adorable!” Fenton pulled out his camera and snapped a picture of Boyd and Draxes in their new diapers, while we all looked embarrassed. Oh yeah, this was bound to end up on the internet somehow. “Uncle Fenton!” Both boys groaned, not wanting evidence of this. "Oh, we're not done yet." Gyro said with his arms crossed. The small but strong, lightbulb-headed robots picked up the diapered parrot and dragon, lifting them both and carrying them to the closet. They all entered the closet. There were several bangs and jolts for a few moments. Then the closet opened, and the boys were thrown out. Boyd was dressed in green footed pajamas with a flap on his butt and pictures of spaceships, while Draxes had lavender pajamas with generic rainbows and unicorns. "Just because I thought ponies were cute doesn't mean I'm a brony!" Draxes groaned, seeing how they were giving him all those cute, colorful designs. "I don't think that's important here." Boyd said, looking down at his pajamas and feeling equally embarrassed, especially by the flap on his butt and the obvious diaper bulge. Boyd stands up, noticing how wide his legs were spread by the thickness of the diaper. "Certainly, that's not the point." Gyro said, then placed a bottle of oil in Boyd's mouth and then did the same with Draxes. "Now the babies should go to sleep." The parrot and the dragon exchanged glances while sucking on their bottles. The lightbulb-headed robots picked up both boys and put them in their cribs. “Aww~ You guys are so cute~” Fenton said excitedly, taking lots of pictures. Draxes took the bottle out of his mouth. “Daddy! Don’t tell me we’ll have to use real diapers!” Draxes had no idea that his first day of activation would end with him wearing real diapers like a real baby and not a grown-up dragon who thinks he’s cool. “No arguing, or else take away the TV and their other devices.” Gyro said, sounding quite serious. “Now, lights out. The baby brothers should go to sleep.” Boyd took the bottle away. “But, Daddy, it’s still early!” The scientist ignored his son’s protests, ushering all the other robots and his assistant out of the nursery and then turning off the lights. This in turn activated a nightlight, and fluorescent stickers on the ceiling began to glow. They featured moons, stars, and unicorns. "Great, our daddy must think I'm a sissy or something." Draxes groaned, going back to nursing his bottle of oil. "At least I still have my phone." Boyd said, finding the device next to his pillow. Upon checking his phone, he noticed a family group chat that included him and Draxes. "Check your crib, do you have a phone?" Draxes popped the bottle out of his mouth with a *pop* and looked at his brother. "If it's some joke about a toy phone... Oh! Yeah! Fucking Yeah!" The dragon said happily to see a real phone waiting on his pillow. Of course, both robots could sync to networks and such without needing these devices. But as young people, they're always excited to have a cell phone with them. They both checked the family group where Fenton had already shared dozens of photos from that day, some that made the boys look good, but most of them were embarrassing moments. "Why do adults like to embarrass younger people with things like this?" Draxes said, searching for pictures of himself looking great to save on his phone... and some embarrassing ones of Boyd, just for a little personal amusement. Although the image of him lifting weights and wearing panties is strangely appealing. "I don't get it, maybe it's something we'll understand in our 30s or older." Boyd said, downloading some photographs. "Hey, can I talk about you with some friends? I think we could all get along and be good friends!" Boyd said with an adorable wiggle of his padded butt in excitement. "Sure, just don't send anything embarrassing or I'll give you a wedgie!" Draxes warned, trying to look intimidating despite his ridiculous outfit. "It doesn't matter that you're in diapers!" "No promises~" Boyd said with a small laugh and texted Huey. --- Meanwhile, at McDuck's mansion. Huey was sitting at the computer, texting with Boyd. The red duck was bouncing in his seat as he read and typed answers to many questions. "Great! I want to meet him now!" Huey exclaimed excitedly. At that moment, Dewey entered the room, listening to his brother. "What happened? Another nerd scout meeting is coming up?" "Even better!" Huey said, not noticing the sarcasm. "Gyro made Boyd a brother!" "WHAAAAT!?" Dewey practically jumped in his seat, pushing his brother. "Does he have laser beams in his eyes? Does he have a soda dispenser? Oh! Oh! Oh! Does he have rocket punch?!" The blue duck was excited but froze when he saw the image of Draxes, a red dragon with red and black scales, a large bare chest, a sharp gaze, and a toothy grin. "Bluhhh~ Who's that cool guy~" Dewey said, with a dreamy look on his face and his pants getting tighter. Huey got up from the floor and dusted himself off. "That's Boyd's brother, his name is Draxes." "Even his name is cool~ It has an x in the middle~" Dewey said with a bit of drool in his mouth. "We should go visit they tomorrow! Invite they to the video game tournament! Oh oh oh! Awesome idea! I can invite him to one of my live streams and we can play stuff together!" The new adventures were about to begin.