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"Hunter, stop squirming or you're getting a spanking." Koda smirked as he watched his twelve year old brother on the other side of the tub try to push his mom's paws away as she bathed him.

"I'm twelve years old, mom!"

"Then act your age and quit squirming." She picked up his arm and washed his armpit, smacking his thigh as he batted her away.

"I can do it myself!" Hunter protested.

"It's quicker if I do it." She said simply. "Besides, it's the only way I can ensure you get squeaky clean."

"But Koda gets to wash himself!"

"Well, if he keeps giggling and not washing, I'll wash him once I'm done with you." Koda took the hint and resumed washing himself. "Stand up so I can get your tushie." The lioness instructed. Hunter complied, standing there nude in front of his little brother. It amazed him how young Hunter looked now, his ample cub fat making him look half his age. Koda stuck his tongue out at Hunter when the lioness was not looking. "There, all done. No reason to be so dramatic, hmm?" Hunter stepped out of the tub and into the towel his mom held out for him. She began to vigorously dry him as Hunter watched his eight year old brother dry himself before walking out of the bathroom with the towel around his waist. Hunter knew that he would not be so lucky.

Sure enough, his mom set the towel aside and, taking his paw, led the naked lion out of the bathroom and down the hall, passing Koda's room. The twelve year old blushed as his mom led him down the hall, moving his free paw away whenever he tried to cover his nudity. Koda peeked out of his room and giggled, the eight year old in nothing but his Scooby underroos, terribly mature compared to what Hunter had waiting for him.

"Stop gawking at your brother, Koda." Mommy said. "I want you in your jammies by the time I get Hunter into his diaper. Understand?" An idea burst into Koda's head.

"Mom?" Koda asked sweetly. "Can I put Hunter into his diaper tonight?"

"What do you think, Hunter? Can Koda help me get you ready for bed?"

"No!" Hunter exclaimed, horrified. He yowled as his mom smacked his bottom twice in rapid succession.

"Hunter! Koda is being very polite and offering to help you. Ask him to help you, nicely." Hunter could not believe his ears. He actually had to ask his little brother to diaper him? His mom growled softly and he sighed.

"Koda." Hunter muttered. "Would you please help mom get me ready for bed?"

"Of course!" Once Koda had his pajamas on, he walked to his brother's room, giggling at the crib that now stood where his bed once had, albeit with the same sports star sheets on it. Hunter was still twelve, after all. The blankets were still messed up from his brother's afternoon nap, another mainstay that Hunter hated. The resident of the bedroom lay on the changing table, lower half up in the air as his mom powdered him. "I wanted to diaper him!"

"You took too long, kiddo." His mom said. "But you can pick out his jammies, hmm?" She saw Hunter about to protest. "You are not sleeping in just your diaper, mister. Koda doesn't complain about wearing pajamas."

"His are different from mine." Hunter mumbled as Koda gleefully examined the footies that Hunter could wear.

"Hunter, stop whining. You are twelve years old!" The lioness scolded as she rubbed baby powder into his fur. "Keep this up and it'll be straight to bed." Hunter pouted, but did not protest. He did whimper when he saw the pajamas that Koda had picked out, soft yellow with a teddy bear on the chest. He knew that all of his pajamas were babyish, but Koda seemed to have picked the most infantile of the lot.

"Now, now, Koda. Do you really think your brother wants to wear those?" The lioness asked. Hunter's ears perked up. Could it be that his mom was taking his side for once?

"He's just wearing them to sleep." Koda replied. The lioness considered this as she taped the diaper on Hunter.

"Hunter, do you want to wear the jammies that Koda picked out or do you want me to pick you a different pair?"

"Can't I pick my own?" Hunter asked.

"You get to pick." The lioness explained, rubbing his thigh. "Koda's choice or my choice?" Hunter eyed the teddy jammies in Koda's paws and decided to take his chances. "Your choice." He said, looking at the lioness. She smiled.

"That's my little momma's boy." She praised. It did not sound like praise to Hunter. "I think tonight's the perfect night for those new jammies that your aunt gave you." She reached into the drawer and pulled out a pink pair of footies with a fuzzy white lamb on them. Somehow, Koda's choice seemed downright masculine now.

Koda burst out laughing as he saw the pajamas that his mom had chosen and Hunter's ears flattened as he whimpered. The lioness frowned at Koda.

"Stop teasing your brother, Koda. You might just end up with a matching pair." Koda gulped, but kept giggling behind his paws as the lioness slid the pajamas up Hunter's legs and over his puffy bottom. Hunter squirmed, but his mom skillfully used his wiggling to get the footies over more of his body. She zipped the footies up his body and then helped him off of the changing table, taking the chance to give him an affectionate butt pat. Whether intentionally set there or not, Hunter found that he stood in front of a mirror with Koda right next to him. Koda looked like an ordinary eight year old in his spaceship pajamas. Hunter whimpered as he realized that with his chubby frame, pink footies, and obvious diaper, he looked more like Koda's baby sister than his big brother. He quickly waddled after his mom, who led them downstairs. He could not understand why he got to dress more or less like a normal twelve year old during the day, but at bedtime, he was dressed entirely like a baby.

As they neared the stairs, Hunter realized that stairs meant another ridiculous ritual. His mom took each of his paws in one of her own and she began to descend the stairs backward, holding him up as he waddled down each step. No matter what he wore, this was how he went down the stairs now. It was as unnecessary a precaution in his mind as his parents' insistence that he hold their paw crossing any street. Thanks to Koda's wish, his diapers were only the tip of the iceberg that was his baby treatment, even as his parents insisted that he behave like a twelve year old big boy.

"Step. Step. Step." His mom said. He sighed as Koda slipped past, descending the stairs in a fraction of the time it took Hunter. After a small eternity, they reached the ground floor. His mom let go of his paws and he waddled toward the living room, still blushing every time he caught a glimpse of the pink jammies that he wore. He remembered that he used to wear just shorts to bed, sometimes even just his underwear, but all that had changed when Koda made his wish. He regretted calling Koda 'baby bedwetter', but even the most fervent apology had not persuaded Koda to take the wish back. Koda no longer need Goodnites, but Hunter was in diapers invariably.

Earlier that day, he and Koda had been told to go play in the backyard while dinner was being made. He did not think there was anything unusual about that, at least until his mom stripped him to his diaper.

"It's warm enough, sweetie." She said to the pouting twelve year old. "Besides, I don't want you getting your clothes dirty." Hunter opened his mouth to ask why Koda did not have to strip to his underwear, but his mom gave him a look that stopped that thought. With a resigned sigh, Hunter waddled out to the backyard.

"Tag!" Koda yelled, dashing away. Hunter gave chase, hindered quite a bit by his diaper, which crinkled loudly. Koda proved too fast for Hunter and he was soon quite tired out, Koda slowed down, but Hunter refused to let his little brother let him win

"How about we play something else?" Hunter suggested. Koda agreed, coming back over and slipping his finger into Hunter's diaper.

"Hey!"

"What, mom told me to keep an eye on your diaper."

"I still can't believe you did this."

"It's your fault." Koda stuck his tongue out. "You called me a mean name, so I made you into it."

"Change everything back!"

"Nah."

"C'mon, Koda! I can't go to sixth grade like this!"

"Someone's crabby." Koda teased. "Maybe your nap wasn't long enough." He dodged a swipe from Hunter.

"Still can't believe mom makes me take one now." Hunter muttered. Immediately after lunch, when he had tried to go to a friend's house like Koda did, his mom had whisked Hunter upstairs and put him in his crib for a nap. The more he complained, the more sure she was that the nap was a necessity. "And, and! My bedtime's at eight now." Koda grinned from ear to ear, barely able to stifle a laugh.

"It's not funny!"

"Oh, I'm not laughing about that." Koda said. "I'm laughing because of what you just did." Hunter pondered it for a second before he realized how heavy the back of his diaper was.

"Oh, my god!" He exclaimed.

"Mom!" Koda yelled. "Hunter pooped!" He dashed toward the house as Hunter tried to tackle him, failing to catch up with his brother. The lioness met Hunter on the patio.

"You're not coming in like that, mister stinky skunk." She said. "Lie down on the grass. Koda!" She called. "Bring me your brother's diaper bag." She turned her attention back to Hunter. "Go on, lie down." Hunter bashfully did so. His mom wasted no time in tearing up his diaper and Koda appeared, as he always did, at the precise moment that Hunter's legs and butt were high in the air.

"I'm the big brother." Hunter mumbled bashfully, feeling nothing like the big brother as Koda, fully clothed, stood over him in mid diaper change. He shuddered as the cold wipes touched his most sensitive areas.

"Hello!" Hunter yelped as he heard the voice of Mrs. Pierce, their next door neighbor.

"Hi there, Margaret." Hunter's mom said, pausing to wave.

"Are you bringing anything to the bake sale? I need to know by the end of the week."

"Oh, I keep putting that off." The lioness replied, seemingly forgotten about Hunter, who lay there on the grass, completely naked. The two women chatted for a few minutes. Hunter tried to get his mom's attention, but she gave him a gentle smack on the thigh every time.

"Well, I should get going." Mrs. Pierce said. "Have a wonderful rest of your day!"

"Honestly, Hunter. Whimpering and whining like a little cub just because I'm having a short conversation with the neighbor. You're twelve years old." His mom muttered as she resumed his change.

"I'm sorry." He said softly, hoping to get on his mom's good side. She nodded approvingly and powdered his bottom and crotch. She put a diaper on him and then lifted him onto his feet.

"Koda, go throw this away for me." She said, handing the balled-up, messy diaper to Koda. Koda's face practically turned green as he dashed to throw it away, Hunter smirking. Maybe there was a perk or two to being in diapers, after all.

Hunter giggled as he remembered how funny it was to see Koda having to throw away his dirty diapers, but that did not mean he liked being in lamb jammies.

"There you are!" A familiar rumble barely announced what came next; being yanked into his dad's lap.

"Hi." Hunter mumbled, staring up at his father's maned face. He chuckled and tickled his son's belly.

"Not too thrilled about the pink jammies, hmm?" The lion said. Hunter shyly nodded. "To be honest, neither am I."

"They're just for one night." Hunter's mom said, handing her husband a bottle. Koda giggled, nearly beside himself with delight as he watched his older brother, thickly diapered and wearing baby pink footies, self-consciously take the nipple of the bottle into his mouth. Hunter could not believe that here he was, being fed a bottle like a little kitten.

Thankfully, he finished the bottle off relatively quickly, which only led to him being shifted to his dad's shoulder, where he was burped.

"Attaboy." The adult lion purred, sitting Hunter down in his lap to watch television, Koda lounging on the floor in front of them, just as he and Hunter used to do before Koda's wish.

It felt as though no time passed before his mom stood up from her chair and held out her paw.

"Let's get you to bed, Hunter."

"But it's only 7:45!" Hunter whined, climbing off of his dad's lap.

"Hunter Lion! You are twelve years old, way too old to be arguing about bedtime." His dad said sternly. Hunter withered a bit from his dad's tone, but he just could not hold his tongue.

"How come Koda doesn't have to go to bed? He's only eight!" Koda smirked as his mom picked Hunter up.

"The way you've been fussing, you should be glad it's not earlier." Hunter wiggled in his mom's arms as she headed toward the stairs. "In fact, maybe we should bump your bedtime up to six-thirty for the next week."

"No!"

"Well then. You better behave." She set him down and gave him a smack on the bottom to get him to start heading upstairs. He padded down the hall, trying to minimize his waddles as much as possible. Try as he might, he just could not succeed. "If you think dawdling will prolong your bedtime, mister, we'll just push it up earlier." His mom said.

"I'm just sleepy." Hunter lied, hoping that that would get him off the hook. His mom did not respond.

Just as Hunter stepped into his bedroom, he remembered that he no longer had a bed, but a crib.

"How come I have a crib still?" Hunter asked.

"To keep you safe! If you roll out of bed, you might get a booboo. Just because your bottom is padded, doesn't mean the rest of you is!" She kissed his cheek.

"Koda doesn't have one."

"Hush, sweetie. It's bedtime." She scooped him up and set him in the crib.

"But mom!"

"Shh. Bedtime."

"But mom, Koda wished for me to be a baby bedwetter! I used to wear underwear and be a normal twelve year old." It all came spilling out, but he could tell that his mom was not buying a word of it. "I promise! I used to use the bathroom, I went to school! Koda was the bedwetter, not me! But now, thanks to him, I'm in baby jammies, diapies, and I'm all chubby. Me not baby! Me big boy!" His mom smiled, easing him onto his back. "Me want the potty! Me no go poopies and peepee in my diapies!" He gasped as he realized that he was talking like a baby. "What's going on, mommy?"

"Maybe mommy got her wish and you're behaving more like a cute little boy should." She teased. Hunter whimpered and looked away. She smiled, snugly tucking him in. She kissed his forehead. "Sweet dreams, Hunter. Mommy loves you very much." She raised the side of the crib and turned on the mobile, a lullaby playing as the brightly colored racecars drove around and around in a circle. She left Hunter alone with his thoughts.

Hunter stared up at the mobile overhead, reminiscing about how this had all begun. He had been sitting on his bed in nothing but his underwear when Koda had barged in, clad in nothing but his Goodnites, which were still dry.

"Hey, baby bedwetter!" Hunter teased. "You must have just put that on or something." The eight year old's ears flattened in embarrassment.

"I warned you, Hunter. Now I get to have my revenge." Koda snapped his fingers as Hunter jumped up to push his pest of a little brother out of his room. He gasped as he could not take a step. What was going on? Did Koda have magic?

Hunter stared down, the magic, which is what it must be, holding him still as he watching his green and blue striped briefs began to puff up and lighten, becoming white and plastic. He could do nothing as Sesame Street characters began to appear, his underwear losing its form fitted nature and becoming nothing but puff all around him. He glared at Koda.

"A diaper? I'm not a baby." He said.

"You are now." Koda teased. "But, you're right. You aren't quite a baby yet." With a snap of his fingers, the next stage began. Hunter stared in growing horror at the baby fat that began to form all over, giving him chubby kitten thighs, cheeks, and a little Buddha belly. The twelve year old whimpered, realizing how much like a little cub he now looked with a diaper taped around his newly chubby frame. He blushed and waddled toward his underwear drawer, only to find it full of Pampers identical to the diaper he wore.

"My turn." Koda smirked as his Goodnites transformed into a pair of Scooby-Doo underroos. The vast majority of his cub fat vanished and he even sprouted the beginning of a mane. He smiled at their reflection, knowing that there was no way to deny who looked more mature. "It's okay." He said. "I know you're still my big brother. Even if you're a baby bedwetter." He gave the cubified Hunter's diaper a playful smack. It did not take long for Hunter to learn that he now wet more than just the bed.

Despite his protests that his bedtime was too early, Hunter fell asleep fairly quickly. He woke up to his mom lifting him from the crib. He rubbed at his eyes sleepily. It was too dark for morning, so this must be his ten P.M. diaper change. It used to be that he went to bed at ten, but now it was his middle of the night diaper change. She handed him a bottle to suck on while she changed him.

"My big boy twelve year old should be able to finish that by the time mommy's done changing his diapie."

"Diapie's dry." Hunter protested around the bottle, not even caring if he used baby talk. His mom soon learned how wrong he was. His diaper was soaked.

"Drink your baba." She said as she began to wipe him clean. Hunter complied, even though the fatty formula probably played a large role in keeping him so chubby. It humiliated him that he was twelve and sucking on a bottle as he got his diaper changed.

By the time he finished his bottle, his mom had him back in a fresh diaper and his footies zipped up. She sat him up and rubbed his back until he burped. She leaned in, nuzzling him and kissing his forehead.

"Mommy loves you, Hunter." She cooed. Helping him off of the table, she gave him a pat on the butt to encourage him to waddle back to his crib. He grumbled at the all too common diaper bulge that appeared in the mirror, putting on an extra burst of speed to get away from the mirror. This only exaggerated his waddle, much to his mom's delight. "Do you want to get into your crib all by yourself?" Hunter nodded and, though it was a bit of a struggle, he made it in. His mom smiled and tucked him in, kissing his forehead. "Sweet dreams, Hunter. Mommy loves you!" She gently raised the side of the crib, taking care to make it as quiet as possible as it clicked shut.

"Love you too, mommy." Hunter said, yawning even before she turned on the mobile.