Step Brother's Revenge

Chapter 1
Step Brother’s Revenge

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Chapter Description: Brother finally begins to get Revenge on his Older Step Brother.

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Step Brother’s Revenge

To say that I despised Jimmy was only the half of it. To be honest I feared him as well. He became my “Step Brother” after my mother left and my father married a prostitute named Charlotte. Go figure. I didn’t get along with the whore or her son. They were coarse and crude and I wasn’t accustomed to their treatment.

The first day I met Jimmy I received from him a black eye. After he got away with that he just kept heaping the intimidation and humiliation. After awhile I began to wet the bed. He made sure the whole town knew. After that he and his mother kept heaping more and more humiliation.

I retreated into my books. The Book Mobile (a Micro Bus made into a library) brought me a steady supply of books. It was there I discovered “Hypnotism Made Easy” by Forbes R Blair, I was intrigued. When you show interest in a subject the Book Mobile brings more on the subject. It wasn’t long before I was quite read up on the subject.

I made a deal with Jimmy (who did not believe in this hypnosis nonsense) to allow me to “practice” on him in exchange for doing his chores. At a 1 for 1 ratio it wasn’t such a bad deal. I am glad they have some tests to check to see if someone is “really” under. He tried some shenanigans at the beginning. But since I wasn’t tricked he just settled into boredom.

Meanwhile I began testing subliminal CDs with his Girl Friend Sandy who I tutored for Math Class. They were just Math Instructional tapes for her to practice with that had subliminal messages in the background. Eventually things began to come together.

It was when I started hypnotizing Jimmy up in the hot attic that things took off. I didn’t start off with it but worked it into general conversation. That coupled with the heat soon sent him under. My hands were wet and sweat was rolling down my face. I fought the urge to humiliate him right there. Really it’s not humiliation unless it’s shared. The thought though of him crawling around on the floor in nothing but a diaper or just wetting himself was intoxicating. I had even bought some diapers through the mail. Mr Wilkins will probably be surprised when he comes back from vacation and starts getting diaper ads.

Instead of that immediate satisfaction I placed a simple irresistible urge inside his brain. Something he did when a small boy. “You have an irresistible urge to suck your thumb. Whenever you are scared, whenever you are alone or think you are alone, whenever someone picks on you, you will suck on your thumb.” Then I coupled that with a second directive."The more humiliated you feel the weaker you will become, the more immature you will become and more prone to my suggestions." Then I set up a few safety words and a few phrases by which I could induce him much quicker. After that I just suggested that he was bored and would remember none of this.

"Hey Jimmy wake up."

"Huh"

"That’s not fair. I agreed to do your chores if you let me practice. You went to sleep."

"Well a time up is times up Dufus! See you again next time."

But there wasn’t going to be a next time. In fact eventually Jimmy would forget there was a first time. The damage was done.

Jimmy was out the door. Throughout the rest of the day I watched him waiting to see some sign. After about an hour I saw it. There he was sucking his thumb. Not even thinking about it. Just sitting there watching T.V. with the “slurp slurp slurp” sucking his thumb oblivious to the world. It worked! I wonder what else would work. “Should I get even now? No its better to wait. It’s better to share.” At different times throughout the week I reinforced the hypnotic suggestion and implanted more. Then I watched for its effects. By the weekend it was time to try it out.

"Hey Jimmy lets walk to the store. Dad gave some money for soda."

"Okay dumb ball but I’m picking up Sandy along the way." Sandy was his girlfriend. She lived a half mile away and four miles from the store. Right before we turned down some fields for a short cut.

I snickered "Okay but I need to bring my backpack in case there is a sale on Baseball Cards." it was good to share Jimmy’s humiliation. But would Sandy play along?

Jimmy called from the house to let her know we were coming. So we walked the trail past Wilkins Pond on our way to her house. The trail went through a field and popped up on the road a quarter mile before her house. I started when I saw him absent mindedly sucking his thumb.

"Hey Jimmy! You big baby! Why are you sucking your thumb?" Jimmy looked up from his thoughts with a quizzical expression on his face. Then he noticed his thumb.

"Oh Gawwd"

"You talk funny with your thumb in your mouth." Jimmy pulled his thumb out and tried to form a fist to punch me, and then found he missed his thumb. It was so comforting … so reassuring. The thumb was irresistibly drawn back to his mouth. He tried to talk but found the words didn’t pass easily from his mouth, especially with the thumb there.

I jolted him a bit and he rubbed his shoulder. I said some mean things and it looked like he was about to cry. He was becoming very shy like a five year old being picked on by his seniors.

"Why don’t you pull your thumb out of your mouth when you talk?" I said.

"I don’t want too." He said. Wincing like I hit him again. He dropped his eye contact and absent mindedly played with his belt loop.

"Why I ought to ..." Jimmy ran like a little four year old shrieking as he went. It was like Jimmy was shedding years but I was too early. So I stopped. "I can’t have the party start too soon." I spoke reassuring words for a while. I was building him up. By the time we got there he had stopped sucking his thumb. By the time we walked up to her drive he was about normal, even if he was a bit shaken by the sudden power shift.

"Dude you can’t tell Sandy."

"I’ll think about it man."

"If you tell I’ll punch you good." Just then Sandy showed up. We turned down a short cut through a bunch of fields shielded by trees and a wood line. We walked down past the tree line and I began.

"So Sandy I bet you didn’t know how sensitive Jimmy is" Jimmy turned bright red.

"Really!" She said incredulously. The Jimmy she knew was known for picking on people. For laughing when they cried. He wasn’t even too fond of hearing the word "No" from her when he went too far.

"Yeah in fact he is just a big baby."

"Well he is sucking his thumb." Sandy noticed. To Sandy’s surprise Jimmy had begun sucking his thumb uncontrollably and nearly started crying when it was noticed. Jimmy’s ego was submerging itself back in his childhood persona.

"Yeah he looks like he is about to cry. I know I saw him sucking his thumb all week." That was it. Next thing I knew he was balling.

"Why are you crying? You say worse things to me."

"You hurt my feelings!" He said in a pouty voice. Then it happened. A dark spot began to appear on his crouch. He turned purple then Sandy knew as well. Pee was running down his pant legs. After he squatted to try to make it stop it his whole pants were soaked and he was quite weak from the hypnotic suggestion.

"Oh you can’t wear jeans soaked with piss. You’ll get a rash." I said. I put my hand on his shoulder and pushed him over onto his back. He flailed a little and his legs went up. I wrestled with his shoes for a second. Sandy just stared. She knew what was coming. The clues were all there. She had seen it happen when she babysat toddlers but this was Jimmy. The piss got the socks but not the shoes. The pants pulled off pretty hard because he was squirming to cover himself and his underwear. When I pulled them off I saw why. He had a ragging erection. It was all of five inches. Sandy giggled.

"Is that why my Momma put me on the pill … for that?" Sandy said as she pointed. With that he went flaccid. We both laughed. I asked her to get something out of the bag. She looked inside.

"You’re actually going to do it!" She held up the diaper.

"Why not? He sure needs them."

"Well he is so cute."

"What" Jimmy came to a little bit but still did not having any strength. His eyes became big with fear when he saw the diaper. It was like a part of his manhood was going to be stripped away. He rolled over trying to get away. Sandy reached to grab him but he knocked her down and was running for the bushes. He had no shoes on and was still weak. I easily tackled him. Dragging him by the ear and I brought him over to where Sandy had sat down after she had the wind knocked out of her.

I sprawled him across her lap. She was pretty upset now. Seeing his naked butt exposed she understood what was to happen next. The first slap came as a surprise, but soon after he was crying and bumping around on her lap. Jimmy’s butt began to turn bright red with the slaps. But to be honest I think it had more to do with the embarrassment. After Sandy grew tired and her hand was sore she rolled the blubbering baby off her lap and onto the ground.

I put a towel from my bag under him; put the diaper next to him, the powder and all the accessories. Jimmy mumbled incoherently and tried weekly to defend himself.

"Shut up baby. Sandy will you help me?" Sandy wiped him down and then powdered him good. I helped her lift his legs up to slide the diaper under him. Then she closed the diaper and sealed his fate.

Sandy put her hand down his diaper to reposition him. He blushed just as the first Polaroid went off. His shirt was wet too so that had to go. So there he was in nothing but a diaper and tennis shoes sucking his thumb.

"This is not right. You can’t do this to mee."

“Well you need them baby and besides your pants are not dry. Hopefully your shirt will be by the time we get to the store."

"Don’t want to go." Sandy snatched my Polaroid picture and showed it to him.

"Don’t you want to keep me happy?" He was trapped and so he trudged along like a five year old being forced to do something. I took a few more pictures for safe keeping and snuck out the digital.

As we walked Jimmy fell into fear and resignation. His fate was sealed. Sandy however couldn’t help herself. She was always staring at Jimmy. She started slapping his padded bottom and saying, “Get along little baby.” He would blush and sucked his thumb which made him even more “adorable”. He must have started sweating a little because he was playing with his diaper. When we walked up to the back of the store his shirt was dry but not the pants.

I thought of making him come inside the store. The thought of humiliating him of him by dragging him all over the store was exhilarating. The more humiliated he became the more juvenile he became also. I could see him trying to pull his shirt down over his diaper while I shopped or compared prices. Well he would probably wet himself again right there. Tempting but the questions would be hard to deal with. So I left him out there behind the store with Sandy and asked what she wanted. All she wanted was a coke so I told her I would be back in fifteen to thirty as I needed to check some things.

"Okay but don’t hurry on my account. I can keep junior busy."

I went into the store bought some milk, laxative, a cow bottle nipple and a couple of cokes.

"Dad has me picking up some groceries." This was all I said and went out the door. I came out to find Sandy with her shirt up and her bra down. Her olive skin glistened. One of her pert round nipples was in Jimmy’s mouth. She had her hand on the front of his diaper and he was bucking against her hand as he came.

"I guess that is why he was adjusted his diaper.” Jimmy went to get up. I said, "Sit down diaper boy before you hurt yourself." Then I pushed the flailing baby over. “I see wearing a diaper gets you off.” I wanted to create doubt in his mind concerning whether it was self inflicted.

Sandy adjusted her shirt putting her business away. "How do you do that?"

I never really noticed Sandy before. She had long brown hair that she sometimes tied in a pony tail. She wore jeans and a striped cloth shirt. But seeing her there with her breast exposed started sexual feelings. We were in the same grade. Jimmy liked dating younger chicks because they tended to adore him. Now she adored him for a whole new set of reasons. He was very literally becoming her play thing.

I handed her a coke. “I don’t know. I guess doing all the chores has helped me bulk up a little.” I turned my back to Jimmy popped the milk open dropping the laxative inside, shook it up and topped it with the nipple. I finished prepping the bottle and made Jimmy drink it all down “like a good baby.”

We walked back and Jimmy was now adjusting his underwear for a different reason. He was letting the cum dry on the inside of his diaper. His erection was back. He didn’t know how to handle this treatment. What worried him the most were those pictures and how to get out of this diaper?

We parted ways with Sandy.

"I’ll see you boys, later." she said as she waved her Polaroid. Jimmy whimpered and we went to pull out on to the road.

"Hold on! I want my pants back."

"I don’t know. Are you sure you can hold it for the mile and a half we got left?" I said in a joking fashion. He blushed and stammered a little.

"I’ll be good."

"I don’t know. Will you be good now? Why don’t you prove it?" I knew the laxative was working by now. The bottle said it should have taken effect a half hour ago. Seeing as he had only had a light lunch and that was hours ago. It was now over an hour. He had been walking funny for the last quarter mile.

"Why don’t you use your diaper like a good baby? Let me take a picture" I finally showed him the digital camera "and I’ll take that diaper off you."

Jimmy was mad. He had only seen the Polaroid but now there was a digital as well. He could never be sure that all the copies were gone. Still Sandy had the Polaroid so there was no choice he couldn’t try to get all the pictures back now. Beyond that he felt like he was about to explode and felt he needed to pee anyway. So he squatted there waiting to pee. Then as he felt the need he went to get up and his bowels released and he flooded his diaper with wet poop. It was disgusting but it would be perfect to proof that Jimmy was a diaper boy. There was a farting sound and a brown tint to his diaper as he turned red again. He had thought he was going to adjust himself but the laxative kicked in. He cramped up and then flooded his diaper with wet poop.

"Oh you disgusting baby! I knew you couldn’t hold it. I said pee not poop. Only real babies poop themselves" He was nearly reduced to infantile right there. He just started whimpering and crying.

"Alright Baby. You want me to take that nasty diaper first you got to do something for me. Role around in it!"

"Ah man!" he complained.

"Mash it in there good. Crawl around on the ground like a baby." I was catching this on video to post on a special blog.

After that I made him Say, "I’m a diaper boy and need my diaper see" and point to his soiled diaper. Then I made him assume the position catching everything on film as I opened his diaper revealing the soiled mess and his hard on. Let him try to say anyone forced him to do anything. That hard on was proof. Figuring out it wasn’t fun to change poop diapers I made him clean himself with some leaves. It would be good enough until we got home.

Then I reached into my bag and grabbed another diaper. "Here Jimmy."

"I am not wearing it. You promised you would change me."

"Yeah but I never said what into"

"That’s not fair."

"Put this on and I’ll let you put the jeans over top." I said by way of concession.

"Okay." Jimmy said. He put the diaper on and then the jeans over top. I snickered knowing that whatever I get him to do willing now will be easy to keep him doing by hypnosis. This was just getting started.

 

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