Jake[/@ch_1] and Gavin, are already at odds. Posters of superheroes cover the pale blue walls, and toys lie scattered across the carpet. The air is tense as the day begins with another argument.]
"When are you going to stop wetting the bed?" Jake asked, arms crossed, his short red hair sticking out in all directions.
"I can't help it, okay?" Gavin shot back, his dark hair tousled, eyes narrowed in embarrassment. The brothers glared at each other, their animosity setting the tone for another chaotic day.
Gavin[/@ch_2] corners Jake near the water fountains, surrounded by classmates.]
"Let me show you who's boss," Gavin sneers, grabbing his stepbrother and giving him a swirly. His friend Nick, a wiry boy with a mischievous grin, laughs and receives an over-the-head wedgie for good measure.
"Your stepbrother's a jerk, Jake," Nick mutters as Jake dries off, plotting revenge.
Jake[/@ch_1] watches Ben 10. The smell of dinner drifts from the kitchen. Gavin bursts in, setting off another round of bickering.]
"Hey, nerd, Mom says dinner's ready!"
"I'm not a nerd, you're a nerd," Jake retorts, eyes glued to the TV.
"What, just because I get A's and you only get C's?" Gavin shoots back. The argument escalates until their parents intervene, grounding them both without dinner.
Jake[/@ch_1] slips out of bed, his undershirt and boxer shorts barely visible in the dim light. He tiptoes to the bathroom, returning with a bowl of warm water.]
"One more night and he'll be back in diapers," Jake whispers, sliding the bowl under Gavin's hand as he sleeps in his tighty-whites. Hours later, Gavin awakens in a wet bed, face flushed with humiliation.
"I just got out of diapers two years ago," he mutters, not knowing Jake is grinning in the dark.
Jake[/@ch_1] leans in toward Gavin, who eats in silence, dreading another night.]
"I heard what happened to you. I can help, but it'll cost you."
"How? And what's the cost?" Gavin asks, desperate.
"Hypnosis. You do my homework for a year."
"Done." Gavin agrees, unaware that Jake is planning something far more devious.
Jake[/@ch_1]'s room. Gavin sits on the bed, eyes growing heavy as Jake speaks in a slow, measured voice.]
"Relax, Gavin. Let your eyes get heavier and heavier. When I tell you, you'll remember three things. First, you wet the bed every night. Second, you like to wear tighty-whites. Third, I'm your master."
Gavin nods, entranced, as Jake cements his control. For months, Gavin obeys every order, his secret shame growing as Jake revels in his newfound power.
Nick[/@ch_3] lounges on the floor, curiosity piqued as Jake calls for his stepbrother.]
"Want to see something cool, Nick?"
"Yeah, sure," Nick replies, glancing up as Gavin enters, robotic and obedient.
"Gavin, give me my Xbox headset and strip down to your briefs."
Gavin does as he's told, standing awkwardly in his tighty-whites. "See? You're not the only one who likes briefs. Gavin, tell Nick your secret."
"I'm a bedwetter," Gavin admits. "Now grab your diaper, Gavin," Jake commands. Nick bursts into laughter, shaking his head. "I stopped wetting the bed when I was eight, not eleven!"
