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// Chapter Four: Successful Progress 
// Story: [C] Big Rumble 
// by scribe-feather 
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Rumble did his best to control his excitement as the hypnosis slowly took effect over the following days. Thunderlane’s progress was slow, but Rumble constantly reminded himself that his patience would be reward. The hypnosis book would regularly warn the reader not to rush things. It encouraged a slow process that would ease the patient into the suggestions that laid dormant in the back of their subconscious for now.

The younger pony spent many nights listening closely to the quiet house outside his bedroom door. He laid in bed every night, silently hoping that this was the night he was waiting for. He hoped this would be the time when Thunderlane would finally wet the bed, proving that all the time he wasted on putting his brother under a trance would pay off. For the longest time, Rumble began to suspect it wasn’t working. Finally, the night came where all Rumble’s work seemed to be successful. 

“Dang it!” a distant voice could be heard coming from Thunderlane’s room.

Some more noises followed Thunderlane’s exclamation. Noises of movement and something sliding against something else could be faintly heard coming from his room.

The excited Rumble practically leaped out of his bed, bedsheets flinging to the side as he made a dash for the door. Peeking out into the dark hallway he could spot a faint bit of light slipping through Thunderlane’s bedroom door.

Thinking nothing of his brother’s privacy, Rumble let himself into Thunderlane’s room. He saw his brother hastily gathering his bedsheets. The various layers of material were all gathered into a loose ball in the middle of the bed.

Rumble stood in Thunderlane’s bedroom doorway, wearing a cocky smile. “You’re up late.”

“What do you w-want?” Thunderlane did his best to hide the ball of sheets from his nosey brother. His face was red with blush as he failed to compose himself.

Rumble shrugged, “I just heard some noises out here and went out to look around. Why are your bedsheets like that?”

“U-uhm I was just going to...wash them...”

“Did you wet the bed?” Rumble said, holding back his snarky tone.

That seemed to strike the right note as Thunderlane’s cheeks suddenly flared up. “No! G-go away!”

“Yeah sure, I’ll be right out,” Rumble answered, “but first I think we should have a little talk.” He raised a wing, pulling out the blue pocket watch out from underneath. “I’m sure you know the drill right now.”

Thunderlane’s eyes instantly shot to the chained watch, subconsciously becoming familiar with it. A switch was flipped in the back of his mind, forcing him to focus on the shiny, blue object.

“No need to get all stressed out about it,” Rumble calmly said as he started to wave the watch from left to right,  “just look at the watch.”

Countless sessions prior made it easy for Thunderlane to slip into a suggestive state. He only needed to stare at the watch for a few minutes before he fell under its spell.

Rumble smiled triumphantly. "Now...First of all. I'M the big brother now! Okay?"

“You’re the big brother,” Thunderlane mumbled back with his eyes sleepily staring at the swinging watch.

Rumble smiled to himself for a moment, feeling a bit of pride swell up in him. He never had this kind of authority before. It felt good. “Yeah, so whenever you think about being the big brother, you’ll feel even more of a little brother, got it?”

“I’m the little brother,” Thunderlane answered.

“Excellent!” Rumble smiled big and proud, “now head off to bed. It’s been a big day.”

Thunderlane nodded and obeyed. With the same cloudy daze he began unraveling the his bedsheets, sloppily respreading them onto his mattress. A sizable dark spot could be seen in the middle of the blankets as the ever faint scent of urine wafted from the mattress.

That only seemed to make Rumble’s smile and triumphant pride grow. “Goodnight, ‘lil bro’!” Rumble called out.

“Ni ni,” Thunderlane answered with a drowsy tone. He climbed into bed, not even reacting to the large cold spot that soaked into all his blankets. Already he could feel the sleepy spell work on him, lulling him back to sleep.

Rumble backed out of the room, slowly closing the door. He still wore that happy smile for a job well done. Thunderlane was well on his way.