The Nerdy Son's Revenge, Part 1

It took a long time. A lot of planning. A lot of preparation. A lot of work. Researching, gathering resources. Even once he put his plan into action, it took a long time for it to start having any effect. But it was all very well worth it. Jake had always been small and physically weak, uninterested in sports or having a strong body. What he cared about was being smart. And he was smart, always had been. He loved to learn, and he did so quickly.

Unfortunately for him, his mother died when he was a little boy and left him with a father who didn't understand his brainy ways, who valued physical strength and prowess and endlessly encouraged Jake to do more "manly" things. Even worse, his father Brian didn't know how to do that gently. Brian was a big man with a bad temper, and poor Jake got a lot of spankings for doing "sissy" things as a little boy. Over the years, Brian grew a bit more tolerant of Jake's strange ways, but he still criticized his son endlessly for pursuing the wrong interests. By the time Jake was a teenager, he hated his dad, and he began to look for a way to get back at him. He knew the answer was in his impressive intellect, but it took him a while to discover it. Finally, while watching a video on the use and effectiveness of hypnotic training one day, he knew what he needed to do.

He started by downloading some induction files designed to put the listener into a deep sleep, when they would be most vulnerable to suggestion. Once he had those, he needed to find a way to get his dad to listen to them. He came up with the idea of slipping chemicals in his dad's drinks to keep him awake at night. After Brian went a couple of nights without sleep, Jake presented a disc with the files on it as a sleep aid through intense relaxation.

"Okay," Brian said. "I gotta get some sleep. I'll try anything."

Jake immediately stopped dosing his dad, which, combined with the files running on repeat all night long, put Brian into a quick, deep, satisfying sleep.

The next morning, Brian exclaimed, "That CD you gave me really did the trick! That's the best night of sleep I've had in a long time! Thanks, son!"

"You're welcome," Jake smiled, knowing that one of the files was meant to program the listener to become dependent on the hypnosis. So, when Brian tried to sleep without the disc that night, he found it impossible and turned it on after a while of trying to drift off on his own. After he'd been listening to the CD for several minutes, he again fell into a deep, refreshing sleep.

After that, the hypnosis files became a nightly necessity for Brian. Jake waited a couple of weeks before replacing the disk with another one containing new commands designed to program the listener to be less aggressive and more meek and suggestible. He knew this part of his plan would require the most patience, so he started keeping a journal of his dad's behavior, updating it on a regular basis. Over the next few months, Brian's demeanor gradually changed as he grew more patient and passive, taking suggestions more easily and arguing less.

Seeing a clear difference, Jake knew the hypnosis was working, so he burned another disc with some new files on it, files he'd recorded in his own voice after learning how the files worked. He didn't know how long it would take to see results, so he had to wait and be patient. After almost a week and not long after his 19th birthday, he finally saw that the new files were working. He got up one morning and found his dad loading his sheets into the washer. They were visibly wet, and Brian was visibly embarrassed that he'd wet his bed. His face was red, and he didn't say anything about it. Jake decided not to press it and didn't say anything either. But he knew he'd just won a very significant victory.

But when he was greeted by the same sight the next morning, Jake couldn't pass up the chance to humiliate his dad. "You pissed your bed again?! That's two nights in a row,  Dad!"

"Yeah, I know," Brian said in a subdued tone. "I don't know why it happened. I never even had much of a problem with this when I was a kid. Maybe I just drank too much."

"Maybe so. Don't drink anything after dinner tonight." Jake said it in a matter-of-fact tone so that it didn't come off as a suggestion.

"Okay. I'll try that," Brian replied.

Jake smiled as he walked away. He'd just given his dad an order, and it was taken as such. Brian had to be wondering why he'd started wetting the bed, but he didn't seem to suspect the "relaxation files" he'd been listening to at bedtime. Even if he did, he'd quickly dismiss the suspicion since he'd listened to the files for months without peeing his bed. One of the files on the disc contained a hypnotic command that made the listener addicted to the files, causing them to want to listen to them every night, so Brian would make excuses to continue listening to the files.

That's exactly what he did too, and despite the precaution of cutting off liquids after dinner and using the bathroom before going to bed, he had another accident that night. 

When Jake saw what had happened the next morning, he asked his dad if he'd had anything to drink the night before.

"No, nothing," Brian replied.

"Then how could you have still wet the bed?"

"I don't know."

"Well, just try again tonight. Don't drink anything after dinner, and use the bathroom before you go to bed," Jake said.

"I know. I will."

And he did, but the morning still found him washing his sheets again.

"Again, Dad?! That's the fourth night in a row!"

"I know. I did everything you said last night! I didn't drink anything after dinner, and I took a piss before I went to bed! And I still woke up wet!"

"What's going on, Dad? A forty-year-old man shouldn't be wetting his bed."

"I don't know why this is happening," Brian said, blushing bright red.

"Well, you can't wash your sheets every day. I think you should start wearing some Depends or something to bed until this stops."

Brian sighed. "I guess you're right. I'll pick some up today."

Jake couldn't resist creeping into his dad's room late that night. He found Brian sound asleep, so he gently pulled back the covers and saw, in the dim moonlight coming through the window, a dark gray disposable brief on his dad's hips. He glanced at Brian and saw that he was still asleep, so Jake ventured a little further and poked the crotch of his dad's pull-up. It felt like it was still dry, which didn't surprise him since Brian couldn't have been asleep long. Still, the thought of his dad, tall and strong as he was, standing there in the store and buying that package of adult diapers in front of the cashier and who-knew-who-else made him smile. He was definitely on his way to getting what he wanted now.

In the morning, Jake found that his dad's bed had stayed dry. He checked the trash can and saw the Depends sitting in there. He reached down and pulled it out, feeling an odd weight to it. He held it up and saw it drooping, the yellowed padding in the crotch visible through the leg openings. He put it back in the garbage and went about his day, looking forward to the next day and hoping to find the same thing again.

The next morning didn't disappoint him, nor did the one after it. Jake now had his dad wetting pull-ups like a little boy, and he was content to enjoy that by itself for a while. He would watch the trash can fill up with wet pants, one every morning, and he would giggle to himself. Jake bided his time patiently, letting his dad go through three packages of pull-ups, wetting one every single night, before he decided to take things to the next level. He secretly recorded some new files, burned them to a new disc after the induction files that his dad had been listening to all along, and replaced the old disc. Then, he waited.

A couple days later, Brian had to repair the icemaker in their freezer because a hose had come loose and leaked on the floor. He resecured the hose and had asked Jake to help him push the large, full refrigerator back into place. They struggled with the machine and finally got it situated when Brian suddenly gasped and put his hands to his crotch, grabbing and squeezing. Jake looked and saw a dark wet spot growing on his dad's jeans.

"Dad? You wet your pants!" Jake managed to keep himself from smiling, but he was ecstatic about this development.

"I can't stop it! I gotta go!" Brian yelled as he ran out of the kitchen towards the nearest bathroom. When he came out, he went right to his bedroom to change his pants, taking the wet ones into the laundry room.

The new files had started to work. It was a few days before Brian had another accident, and Jake wasn't around to see it. He found his dad's wet pants in the laundry room and knew he'd missed it. Still, that was the second time it had happened, and he knew there'd be more to come. All he had to do was be patient. His patience was rewarded a few days later when he was playing video games and his dad was outside doing some yard work. Jake heard the front door slam, followed by footsteps running through the house, so he went to see what was going on. He caught a glimpse of Brian running past him and guessed what was happening but pretended he hadn't.

"Dad?" He followed along, acting concerned.

His dad led him to the bathroom, where he hadn't even bothered to close the door. There he was, standing in front of the toilet, a strong stream flowing from his dick into the bowl. But one look at his pants revealed that he hadn't made it in time.

"Whoa, you peed your pants again!" Jake exclaimed.

"Get out! Leave me alone!" Brian yelled, clearly embarrassed.

Jake walked out but waited in the hallway for his dad to come out. When he did, Jake said, "You know, Dad, I don't like you yelling at me like that. You scared me. You ran through the house like a madman, so I was afraid something was really wrong."

His cheeks burning red, Brian said "I'm sorry. I was just embarrassed" and walked off to change his pants.

Jake smiled.

He had even more reason to smile a couple days later when he caught his dad going to change another pair of wet pants. He'd been watching a hockey game on TV and had obviously put off going to the bathroom too long.

"Again, Dad? That's three times now! Have you seen a doctor?"

"No, it's not that serious," Brian said.

"Well, it could be a sign of something serious," Jake replied. "Look, I'll go with you tomorrow."