"It's alright. Lets get you in one of Kiba's pullups, little bro," Colton said, placing a reaffirming paw on Malcolm's shoulder.

Malcolm could not quantify the level of embarrassment he was experiencing. His younger brother Kiba was rolling around the floor laughing at Malcolm's obviously wet diaper. An attempt to throw the covers over himself at this point would've been futile. His older brother moved his paw from his shoulder down to his arm and was now gently tugging him from the bed.

"A pullup?" Malcolm asked incredulously. "I don't need one! I didn't...just...it's because-" he floundered. How could he illustrate that this wasn't his fault? Was it his fault? Had he actually had an accident in his sleep? This was all because he went to the school pretending to be Colton and got put in one of his diapers. He was doing his older brother a favor and now he was getting punished for it.

Colton smiled knowingly. After all, he'd manufactured this situation with the intent of letting his little brother experience the diapers that he seemed to secretly covet. He'd just need to guide him to understanding that it was alright. He still remembered when he was much younger and he tried to rebel against his need for diapers. His parents put him in mittens. He still found ways around it, but he'd left enough puddles around the house from his accidents that he learned to just accept the diapers. Even now, he was waltzing about the house in nothing but his diaper which was a little more wet than when he'd made the swap with Malcolm. 

"It's alright," Colton reiterated. The two boys were about the same size and strength, so he struggled a little when he bear hugged his younger brother to pick him up out of the bed.

"What are you doing? Stop!" Malcolm cried. He didn't want to strike his brother or yell at them, but he also was being manhandled in a way he wasn't used to. He'd become accustomed to being the one in charge. The sound of a camera shutter noise from the phone drew his attention to his younger brother. Several more of those clicks ensued. "Wait! That's not okay! Colton, stop!" he complained, but his brother's grip on him didn't loosen.

Colton was used to Kiba taking photos of him. The youngest wolf liked bragging about how much more mature he was than his oldest brother. So what if another one of his brothers was wearing a diaper too? It's not like everyone they knew didn't already knew that their family was plagued by bedwetting issues.

Malcolm continued to level mostly unintelligible protests at his brother as he was brought to the communal changing table in his brothers' room. It was the first time he'd actually laid on it, but he had become accustomed to changing his brothers on it. At some level, he wanted to fight what was happening and especially to delete the pictures from Kiba's phone, but another level of him had always dreamed of a situation not unlike this. If he had really had an accident, wouldn't it be natural that he'd have to wear diapers until he could prove that he didn't need them? So he quieted his protests and bore with it after making the realization.

"I'm sure you don't need them. It's just for now," Colton said, mimicking the words that Malcolm often told Kiba when he'd taken a backslide on his potty training. The poignancy of that was not lost on Malcolm.

Despite the fact that Colton had never changed anyone else, he was able to rip the tapes off the diaper and wipe down his younger brother. Then again, all he had to do from that point is slide one of Kiba's cartoon pullups over Kiba's waist. It was a little snug, but given the fact that all three of the boys were close enough in age and hadn't gone through their growth spurt, it still fit. "There you go. Do you need help getting dressed?"

"No..." Malcolm said shyly as he sit himself up on the changing table and remarked at the cuteness of the pullup. It wasn't the first time he'd worn one of these, but it was the first time that anyone else had put him in one. 

As he hopped to his feet, Malcolm noticed Kiba secretly taking more photos from the door. He tried to hide his face as he started quick stepping in that direction. "Hey! Stop that!" he cried, chasing down his giggling brother. "You can't share those!" he warned "I'm going to tell Mom and Dad!"

"Too late!" Kiba mocked, retreating to the dining room where he positioned himself at the opposite end. "I already told them."

"Wait...you what?" Malcolm nearly yelled. "The only reason I was wearing a diaper in the first place was because you both told me to just take Colton's tests for him!" He began chasing his little brother around the table as they each tried to outmaneuver one another. They'd done this while playing tag before, but this was the first time that Malcolm was legitimately trying -- and failing.

Kiba snickered, "I didn't realize they had a potty test. You failed it, though! Tsk tsk tsk."

"That's not funny!" Malcolm cried, blushing. Kiba was doing a good job of keeping away from him to the point that he even managed to snag a couple photos of his brother chasing him in the pullup.

"I would've done the same for you! What am I supposed to tell Mom and Dad now? If they find out I took the test for Colton, we'll all be in trouble!" Malcolm asked.

"Pffft. You and Colton might be. I didn't do anything," he jeered. 

Malcolm was panting as he placed one paw on the table to catch his breath. Kiba slid him the phone and he initially thought that their game was done, but on the screen was the word "Dad" with a timer showing that there was an active call.

"Kiba? He asked. What's going on? Is everything alright?" their dad called out through the speaker of the phone.

"It's alright, dad," Kiba punctuated by sticking his tongue out at Malcolm. "I have Malcolm here. Colton put him in a pullup after his accident."

Their father paused on the other end, obviously thinking about what he was going to say. "Alright, Kiba. Go to your room for now. Your brother and I need to have a private conversation, okay?"

Kiba narrowed his eyes and grumbled to himself before leaving the room. He would've stayed anyway, but saw that Malcolm absolutely would've tattled on him given the circumstances.

"He's gone." Malcolm said, taking the phone to his ear and switching it so that only he could hear it.

"Well? What's going on? What happened?" his dad asked.

Malcolm could sense a bit of disappointment, but perhaps a bit of hope that there was something else at play. He could probably explain it away. Then again, he didn't want to get Colton in trouble for putting him in this situation, either. "I...had an accident."

His father sighed, "I saw that. Accidents happen, bud. You know that your brothers have the same problem. It's okay. But why were you in a diaper? Was this not a one time thing?"

The young wolf scanned his brain for possible options. "Y-yes," he stuttered, not sure what to say. 

"Yes you have been having them? How come you didn't your mom or me?"

"I'm sorry, dad. I just...wanted to take care of it," he declared, still ashamed yet channeling some of the confidence that had led to him being charge of his siblings.

"Do you need me to come home? I'm on the road right now, but you know you can always call me when things come up."

"No! It's okay!"

"Alright...well I'll call your mom and let her know. I'll try to be finished with my current jobs a little sooner so that we can go shopping. You're still in charge, but I expect you to keep taking care of your problem, okay?"

"Y-yes dad," Malcolm replied, trying to hide his giddiness. 

"That means diapers at night and during the day if you have another accident, mister. It's not fair to Kiba if you're wetting the bed and getting to wear underwear. You can have pullups like him if you stay dry, okay?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Give the phone back to Kiba. I need to talk to him."

Malcolm complied, but on his way back to his brothers' room he tried to get into the phone apps. Unfortunately, it was locked. "Dad wants to talk to you."

"Hello?" Kiba asked, shooing away his brothers as had been done to him.

"Thanks for letting us know about your brother's accident, but if you share any of those photos with your friends again, you're grounded."

"W-what!? But why?" Kiba whined.

"How would you feel if your brothers shared a photo of you in your bedtime diaper?"

"It's not the same! I only have accidents sometimes. And they're way older!"

"Kiba, you shared that photo of Colton when he was your age now. And age doesn't matter. It's not okay to share photos of people that don't want to share, okay?"

"...Fine." Kiba muttered.

"Okay? You promise?"

"I said it's fine!" the young wolf complained.

Their father groaned. Malcolm had always been the easy child to deal with which was why it was easy for him to leave him in charge. He hated punishing his sons, but both Kiba and Colton often just did what they were forbidden to do anyway.

"Listen to your brothers. I'm going to take their word for it if I hear that you're causing trouble." The tone was one of resignation.

Kiba grumbled. He wasn't going to be told what to do. It wasn't like their dad was around to police them, anyway. "Okay."

"Love you, son. Tell your brothers I love them too."

"Okay," Kiba said before hanging up the phone. He'd show them. With a sinister plan in mind, he absconded to the garage.

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It was already fairly late in the day and the boys went about their separate ways, playing video games, watching stuff on the internet, and running about outside. Malcolm had put on a pair of gym shorts over his pullup and only the occasional crinkle indicated the presence of something different. As usual, Malcolm prepared lunch for his brothers, a little later than normal given the events of the day, but they rarely complained about food.

Malcolm was more energetic than he typically was. Perhaps it was due to the fact that he had taken a nap in the middle of the day, but he also wondered if it was due to the fluttering of his heart whenever the crinkle from his pants reminded him that he was wearing a pullup. While he was embarrassed by the presence of the new attire, he also couldn't deny the appeal that had led him to surreptitiously trying them on at nights. When he'd imagined being caught in diapers that his father would've been a lot angrier and that his brothers would've been a lot snider, but things seemed relatively normal. Sure, Kiba was upset, but it wasn't any worse than of the other bedwetting related tantrums he'd thrown.

When lunchtime was finished, Malcolm performed the customary checks of his older brother. As usual, Colton was absolutely soaked and needed a change. The only difference was that Colton took the opportunity to check Malcolm's pullup at the same time. Of course, Malcolm was dry. Despite wanting to wear diapers, the desire to not let his brothers or his parents down was stronger. After his brother's change into a fresh BoneDry, Malcolm went to check on Kiba.

"All good, Kiba?" Malcolm asked, finding the younger pup in his room on his tablet.

"Of course. I don't even wet the bed anymore, unlike you two. I should be the one checking you," he argued.

"Alright. Well I'm supposed to check. You know the drill," Malcolm responded, resisting the urge to sign in exasperation. He hated when Kiba was pouty.

"No, I don't think you will," Kiba said, dramatically turning his laptop screen to face Malcolm.

The image on the screen wasn't the same one that Kiba had snapped earlier and sent to their father. It was worse. Malcolm's eyes drifted towards the USB port on the laptop, spotting the security camera's flash drive. That explained it. There on the screen was a video of him being brought into the house by the adult panther - the one that had come to pick up Colton for his exam but had taken him instead. He twitched a bit as the panther was let in by Colton and you could clearly see his diaper between the popped tail flap of his pants.

"Well?" Kiba asked. He adopted a stance of confidence despite the lack of it. He didn't have a real plan here. If Malcolm grabbed the flash drive and overpowered him, he could probably delete the video. But he wasn't thinking rationally. He was angry.

Malcolm shifted uncomfortably and studied his little brother. As far as he could tell, his little brother was serious. He was going to blackmail him. "Really?" Malcolm asked his little brother. "You're going to snitch on your brothers?"

Kiba smiled, seeing his older brother's ears flatten and his tail tuck reflexively. "Not if you do what I say," the younger wolf said, a little more confidently.

"Kiba..." Malcolm said weakly. His voice softened and he could feel his resolve fading. "You told me to sub in for him too."

"Aren't you supposed to be my 'older' brother?" Kiba mocked. "I'm sure mom, dad, and the school would love to hear that the perfect golden boy of the family cheated."

Malcolm's ears flicked at the word 'cheated.' He knew schools usually had a zero tolerance policy for that. It could ruin his advanced placement classes if they found out. He might even get expelled and have to switch schools. He attempted to formulate some semblance of a response - to counter the assertion - but all that came out was a pathetic whimper.

"That's what I thought," Kiba said, closing the laptop dramatically and pocketing the flash drive. He could sense that his brother was like putty in the palm of his paw at this point.

"What do you want?" Malcolm asked, trying to figure out something he could give his little brother. They didn't get an allowance. They had the family card, but it was only to be used for groceries and their necessities. He definitely wasn't going to proactively offer their parents money to fix this.

Kiba grinned. "I'm tired of being the one that gets in trouble for everything. Colton is always wetting his diapers and can't even go to a normal school. Meanwhile mom and dad always tell me that I need to be more like you. I think it's time that you get a taste of what it's like." Kiba walked up to Malcolm and held out his paw. "Give me your phone."

Reluctantly, Malcolm fished it from his pocket and handed it over after unlocking it.

The younger wolf then furiously typed away, each click of the electronic keyboard making Malcolm more and more nervous. "There. You're going to send that message," Kiba ordered, handing Malcolm's phone back to him.

Malcolm read back the message addressed to his mother in his head and went bright red. "I wet my pullup. I think I need diapers after all."

"Well?" Kiba asked. "Go on. Send it."

"B-but I..." Malcolm whimpered. He received a narrow-eyed glance in response. His paw trembling, he pressed send. His heart pounding out of his chest, he showed it to his brother, looking away.

A smile crept up on Kiba's face as he confirmed it. "Good."

"H-happy now?" Malcolm asked, putting his phone away. 

Of course, Kiba wasn't. Not yet. Kiba pulled down Malcolm's gym shorts, revealing his dry pullup. "Well?" he said expectantly.

Malcolm's hackles raised as he immediately knew what his little brother was asking. "Y-you want me to actually w-wet myself?"

Kiba's expression didn't change in the least as if he expected Malcolm could just wet himself on command.

"I don't think I can --" he started to say before his phone started to ring. Kiba urged him to pick it up. It was his mom. "H-hi mom."

"Malcolm? Is everything alright?" she asked. There was a long pause in her words as if she expected something to be amiss. A prank by a friend or one of his brothers. She couldn't have guessed the reality of the situation.

"Y-yeah. It's fine," he said nervously.

"Put it on speakerphone," Kiba said quietly so that his mom couldn't hear.

Reluctantly, Malcolm did as he was told.

"Do you want to talk about your text?" she asked, "I already talked to your dad. He says you've been wetting the bed recently and didn't tell us. It sounds like it's getting worse?"

"Well no-" Malcolm responded reflexively before meeting the glare of his little brother, "y-yes. I just had...I uh..."

"He wet his pullup," Kiba said, barging into the conversation, "I checked him and he was wet and he didn't want to tell you guys. But then I said I'd tell on him if he didn't tell you himself."

There was a pregnant pause as she clearly didn't realize she was being heard by anyone else other than Malcolm. "Kiba? Why were you checking your older brother? He already told us about his accidents."

Kiba's nostrils flared with anger and he had to stop himself from immediately lashing out. Not that the tirade that came out was much calmer than it would've been. "He wasn't going to tell you! He didn't even tell you the first time. I had to do it. I haven't wet in weeks and yet you still have him check me!"

"Kiba..." she sighed. "Look...leave your older brother alone, okay? He's still in charge of you. Just because he had a few accidents doesn't mean you get to boss him around."

"Moooooom!" Kiba squealed. "It's not fair!"

"That's enough, Kiba. Stop picking on your brother. I thought you'd have more sympathy for him given your history."

"It's not the same! They're older than me and they still wet the bed!" he reiterated his argument from earlier.

"Okay. Malcolm, we need to talk privately. Kiba, you're grounded."

"WHAT!?" Kiba cried. He immediately started throwing things across the room and started to throw something much heavier before he thought better of it. Instead, he launched himself into his bed and began yelling into his pillow.

Awkwardly, Malcolm began to walk towards his room. He didn't want Kiba to suddenly let out his secret in a fit of rage. After taking his phone off speaker mode, he put it to his ear. "Sorry mom."

"It's okay, Malcolm. Are you feeling okay? You don't have a fever or pain?" she asked, fearing that something might be physically wrong with him.

"No..." he trailed off. "It's nothing like that."

"You know you can tell us anything, right?" she asked. "We love all of you."

Malcolm's gut sank. He hated lying to his parents. "I'm fine. I just...made some mistakes."

"It's alright. Your father already told me about earlier. I think you know what that means, right?" she asked, not wanting to embarrass her son further by speaking it plainly.

"Yes, mom," Malcolm responded, his body quivering with a mix of embarrassment and excitement -- he would have to wear diapers during the day for a while. 

"Okay. Well if anything changes, remember to call us. We love you all. Tell your brothers we said that, okay?"

"Okay, mom." he responded. "I love you too."

As he hung up the phone, he felt bad for Kiba. He hadn't expected his brother to get grounded. In a way, he understood. He was treated like a baby often just because Colton had similar problems to him. He was much older than they gave him credit for and in all honesty shouldn't have been kept in pullups for as long as he had.

Tentatively, he approached his brothers' room. Kiba was crying into his pillow after having yelled himself out and Colton was rubbing his back.

Colton was surprisingly emotionally sensitive to others' problems. He held up a single digit to his maw in a pantomime for quiet. After Malcolm nodded back to him, that same digit pointed to the large wet spot on the bed, not where Kiba was crying but instead near his crotch. It was always when he exerted himself too heavily that he'd had accidents and this tantrum had been too much.

Malcolm took care not to sit on the wet sheets as he sat down next his brothers and also consoled Kiba.

"Go- *sniffle* away!" Kiba said with a voice ragged from crying. He tried to muster up an authoritative tone, but failed. Instead, his cries simply renewed.

Malcolm waited a while until his brother's cries to die down. He thought back to the situation earlier and how Kiba must've felt in this moment. He thought he'd finally earned his big boy status, ill-gained or no, and immediately crashed back down. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, but didn't flow.

"Go away!" Kiba said again a little more forcefully this time, having cried away most of his immediate grief.

"Mom and Dad say they love us," Malcolm said quietly, hoping it might calm him down.

"They love YOU!" Kiba snarled. "Just because you got lucky and were born smart and without...issues."

It stung. While Kiba could be annoying, he still loved them. And so did their parents.

Colton shrugged his shoulders and pat his brother's head. His eyes, full of pride, looked at Malcolm expectantly. His eyes looked at him for a solution where he himself didn't have one.

Malcolm's gears ground for a short while. "I could use your help for the next week, Kiba."

"Yeah? With what? Wetting the bed?" Kiba mocked, having grown wise to his predicament.

"Well...yeah," Malcolm blushed, trying not to stutter as the inspiration flowed from him. Maybe they could all be happy. "I mean, I did just wet my pullup...I picked the worst place to do it, too. I soaked your bed. I'm sorry."

Kiba's eyes darted from their resting place, red from the exhaustion of having wept. He studied his brother's face, looking for signs of sarcasm or mockery. "I'm not going to tell mom and dad about you taking the test for Colton...it's clear that I'd just get in trouble...again..."

"Well...thanks. But still...Mom and dad are going to expect me to be in diapers and I don't think I'd trust Colton to change me," Malcolm said, his eyes  then switching to his older brother, "no offense."

Colton smiled, driving a noogie into both of their heads. "Welcome to the bedwetter's club," he teased lightheartedly to his younger brother.

Kiba sat up, trying to hide the huge wet patch over the front of his jeans as he did so. "Do I have to...you know...wear a diaper?"

Malcolm thought about it. It wasn't like he was going to throw a tantrum of that size again. And he did just take the blame for a wet pullup. "No, in fact - " he said, disappearing off to his room for a brief moment and returning with a pair of his boxers.

Dramatically, he got onto one knee and played as if he was presenting his sword to his king. "I bestow upon you - the pants of the house."

Kiba giggled at the joke, but very clearly was interested in the garment. He swiftly discarded the soaked pants and pullups to the side and donned the boxers, not caring that they got slightly damp from the residual wetness.

"I think in that case, I bestow upon you the title of - pottypants!" Kiba declared.

"Bwuh?" Malcolm asked, looking up from his kneeling position to see his brother's wet pullup in his paw.

"Go on. You owe me one wet pullup, after all!" he snickered.

"And...whoops," Colton said. The eldest brother had been positioned behind Malcolm this whole time waiting for the moment he sensed had been coming. 

Malcolm found himself suddenly raised off the ground. Meanwhile, Kiba's slipped off the dry pullup Malcolm was wearing and traded it with the thoroughly drenched one that had only moments ago been on him.

"I...uh," Malcolm blushed.

"Go on. Say it," Kiba said, motioning for Colton to drop him.

"I wet myself...C-can you change me please?" he asked, his tail wagging way too quickly for his brothers to both not notice how thoroughly he enjoyed this.

Kiba's grin widened. He hadn't known that it would've been this easy to feel big. His brother was surprisingly an easy mark. "Only if you call me big brother."

Malcolm's tail only wagged faster despite the nervous wiggling he was doing. "Can you please change me...big bro?"

"Of course, baby bro," he declared confidently, exhilarated by the  sudden authority he had. "But since I'm no longer in pullups...I guess I won't be needing this any more...Good timing, huh?" he asked, hopping onto his bed and picking up the sharpie on the potty chart.

There was nearly a full month of stars with only the occasional rain rain drop signalling an accident on Kiba's chart. But after erasing his own name and putting Malcolm's, he made sure to clear all the suns, but opted to add a few rainclouds for the past week.

Malcolm whimpered, knowing intimately from having filled out the chart the difference between a water droplet and a raincloud - it implied that he'd been wetting day and night. It also meant that he'd be wearing diapers during the day for at least 2 weeks if he was kept to the same rules as Kiba.

"That was your last chance in pullups baby bro. It's diapers day and night for you." At this point, Kiba almost thought he might be overdoing it, yet his brother's tail only continued to wag.

"Y-yes big bro," Malcolm cried, hiding his face in his paws, embarrassed from the whole situation that was now transpiring.

Kiba took his paw and led him to the changing table. "Time to put you in your diapers, baby bro." 

Some wipes, some powder, a BoneDry, and a pat to his rump later, he was dressed the same as Colton once more.

Laying there nervously, he looked down at the diaper and then back to his brothers. There was a litany of swirling emotions that he couldn't put words to -- except for one feeling. "I love you big bros."

---End of Chapter---