Gene was having a hard time after swapping bodies with his son, Jason.  Mainly, he couldn't recall that the swap had happened.  He knew that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.  He felt like he was supposed to be taller...stronger...just bigger in general.  Instead, he was lying awake in bed with a pink diaper on.  Why, you ask?  Well, because Jason was supposed to be wearing diapers after having his accident.  Since he was in Jason's body, he was now wearing them.  Unbeknownst to Gene, Jason was now inhabiting his adult body and pushing this humiliation on his would-be tormenter.  This is his story.

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	"Daddy!  Daddy!" Andrew cried as he pointed at me, dancing a little dance.  My instinctive reaction was to reply until I realized that it wasn't directed at me.

	"What is it, son?" a gruff male voice asked as he entered the room.

	"See!  Jason is wet!  He wet his diapers again!" The 6-year-old was practically dancing with joy at this.  After all, I'd supposedly teased him about having his own accident just a few weeks prior.  I still don't recall doing that, though.

	"Wait...dad," I called.  It felt so weird to call this man dad.  Did I not respect him?

	"I think that's Daddy from now on, Jason," he responded, rubbing his temples, "you aren't supposed to wet the diapers.  You're just supposed to wear them.  It's a punishment for wetting your bed...I can't believe at your age that you're wetting yourself this frequently."

	I felt my ears flatten against my head and I whimpered as he walked closer to confirm.  His paws groped the front of the pony-printed pink diapers and I shuddered, feeling the cold sensation of the diaper against my crotch.  

	"Looks like diapers at night aren't enough.  You're going to be in diapers all day now, mister."	

	"B-but!  Dad!" I whined, looking to Andrew, "Andrew didn't have to wear diapers in the day when he wet his bed!"

	"Andrew isn't 12 years old, son.  But since you're bringing it up, I guess you aren't acting like one, either.  I told you to call me Daddy if you're going to be wetting your diapers."

	My cheeks flushed as Andrew just blew a raspberry at me, "Dad...Daddy!" I whined.  "He's making fun of me!  Please don't make me wear diapers in the daytime!"

	"Maybe when you're as mature as your brother.  For now, he's not wetting his bed, so he's allowed to tease you."

	"Hah!" Andrew said, pointing and giggling, "Jason is a baby pants!  Jason is a baby pants!" 

	I just buried my muzzle into my pillow in shame, but was quickly yanked up by my scruff, just like last night.  I whimpered and curled up in his arms, my diaper sagging between my legs.  

	"Looks like we're going on a trip to the store to get you some more diapers!" he said.  
	
	He started walking towards the changing table that he'd put me on last night and I fully expected to be let down, but he just kept walking past.  When we got to the hallway, I thought he might set me down in front of the bathroom, and we kept going past.  Then we got to the living room, and I thought he might put me in the corner, but he kept walking.  Then we got to the front door, and I flailed as he opened it.  "DAD!" I shrieked, "I'm only wearing a diaper!  You can't take me out like this!"

	He bopped me on the nose.  "I'm your daddy, not your dad, babypants.  Apparently you need a lesson so I AM taking you out like this.  Maybe then you won't wet your diapers like a baby."

	I recoiled in discomfort as I saw one of the neighbor kids point and laugh at me on the way to the car.  I couldn't hear what he was saying, but considering that my sagging pink diaper was on display for anyone within eyesight, I assumed that it probably had something to do with that.  The large wolf opened the door to the side of our van and instead of setting me down in the middle, he sat me on Andrew's booster seat.  The diaper squished uncomfortably beneath me and I could only whimper as he strapped me in.  What made it worse was that Andrew had apparently followed from behind and was now sitting beside me, poking at my wet diaper.  And that's how it went the whole car ride.

	When we arrived at the store, Andrew helped to unbuckle me and the larger wolf picked me up by supporting the bottom of my diaper with his arm.  I wanted to complain, but at this point, I just buried my muzzle in his shoulder to avoid the eyes of all the furs that were now looking in my direction.  That comfort was wrenched from me as he set me down on the front of a car and pulled my legs through.  I couldn't hide anymore!  My legs barely fit into the holes and my pink diaper was displayed prominently for anyone to see...I wasn't wearing anything else.

	"Oh my God!" a voice called out - a geeky looking fox.  "That's Jason!"  The fox pulled out his phone and began snapping pictures as I was wheeled into the store.

	I whispered to the large wolf "Dad...Daddy.  Can't I have something to cover up with?"

	"Hush," he demanded, paying little heed to me.  "You're getting everything you deserve."

	"But Daddy," I whined once more, louder, much to the delight of the fox that was following close behind.  The whine only earned me a swift bop to the nose.  I just had to endure.

	When we got to the diaper aisle, I wasn't paying much attention.  There was a small group of kids in the store and slightly older furs who had gathered to see me.  I wanted to hide, but the best I could do was stare up at the ceiling as I heard their jeers.  I breathed a sigh of relief when we finally started moving again.  

	The cashier had to suppress her laughter when she saw me.  I did my best to not meet her gaze, nor that of the customers around us who were all whispering about the 12-year-old wolf wearing just a diaper.  What finally broke my meditative stare at the ceiling was the feeling of something rubbery entering my maw.  When I looked at the culprit, I saw that same fox holding a pacifier in my maw.

	"Aww, poor wittle baby Jason want his paci-waci?" the fox teased.  

	I tried to spit it out, but I felt a large paw on the nape of my neck.  "Thanks, stranger.  Don't spit out the gift, Jason." the wolf said, waiting for a few moments to see if I would comply before removing the grip from my nape.  Hesitantly, I began to suckle on the pacifier and just watched as the fox continued recording.

	My 'daddy' took his sweet time getting to the car, too.  If he cared about the humiliation I was going through, he sure didn't seem to show it.  The fox even helped him put our items into the van as he chuckled at each one, recording the whole process.  

	When the van started moving, I spit out the pacifier in relief.
	
	"Dad!" Andrew called, "Jason spit out his pacifier!"

	"Put it back in," he responded from up front.  "Jason, I told you not to spit it out."

	I just whimpered as Andrew reached over and offered the nipple to my maw again with a smug expression on his face.  Against my better desires, I began suckling on it once more, my cheeks flushed.

	The car ride home was pleasant, at least.  Although I had a pacifier in my maw, our windows were tinted so people couldn't really see in.  It was a nice reprieve from the humiliation at the store.  

	Once we got home, though, it was a different story.  Once more, I found myself on the changing table, but this time, Andrew was standing on a chair beside, watching.

	"I'm going to need your help changing your baby brother from now on, Andrew, so I need you to pay attention," he instructed as he pulled out a number of items from bags.  "First, you have to take off the old one and wipe him down.  Can you do that for me, Andrew?"

	The cub nodded enthusiastically.  Whimpering, I suckled on the pacifier like a stress ball.  Andrew awkwardly undid the tapes and revealed the utterly soaked diapers and my privates beneath.  Then, he began to clean me off with the wipes, rubbing areas that I didn't want Andrew touching, frankly.  

	"Good.  Now, because your brother is a little bigger than other babies, we have to add a couple of other things that you'll need to make sure stay on him.  If he's not wearing them when you change him, you need to tell me, okay?"  Curiously, I looked down, and wished that I hadn't.  In his paws, he was holding a chastity cage meant to prevent cubs from masturbating.  "Now, your brother's cock is little, but boys' cocks get bigger when you give them attention.  We can't have your baby brother leaking, so we need to put this on him."

	I wanted to tell him not to do this, but I feared what would happen if I spit out the pacifier again.  I could only watch in horror as Andrew fitted a chastity cage onto my cock and locked it.  

	"Now, you have to put a new diaper underneath him and baby powder him so that he doesn't get a rash if he stays in his diapers too long." 

	"Okay Dad!  I know how to do this one!" Andrew cried enthusiastically as he poured baby powder over my crotch, not being shy about the amount.  The air was thick with the smell of baby, at this point.

	The older wolf smiled and patted Andrew on the head, "that's my big boy.  Now help Dad tape him up."

	Andrew pulled up the front of the diaper and I saw the design for the first time.  It was a brand meant for bedwetting kids that still had baby designs printed on them for parents who apparently hated their children.  At least it wasn't pink.  

	"One more thing you need to do is to make sure he has this on at all times," he said, holding up a pair of pink plastic pants.  I spoke too soon.  These ones had Disney princesses all over them and there was a spot for the padlock that was on the front.  "This is to make sure your brother doesn't try to weasel his way out of his diapers like last week."

	As my 'dad' lifted my rump, Andrew slid the embarrassing garment on.  He even let him click the padlock closed on this one, too.  Then, he lifted me back down to the ground.  I tried to stand, but the thickness between my legs was too great.  I immediately fell onto the ground with a poof, baby powder flying into the air from the sides of the plastic pants, utterly embarrassed.

	"Yay!" Andrew cried, hopping down and pressing the front of the diaper, which caused an uncomfortable sensation from the chastity cage currently fitted onto me.  "Baby Jason!"

	"That's right, Andrew.  He's your baby bro, now.  I need you to do one last thing.  And this one, I'll show you how to do, okay?"

	"Okay!" the cub said enthusiastically, watching in awe as the older wolf stood me up and leaned me against the changing table.  It was awkward to stand, but with my legs spread wider, it was doable.

	My hackles raised as I felt something warm slip into the tailhole of the plastic pants and diaper.  When I looked back at him, his crotch was pressed against my rump and his pants were around his waist.  As I realized what was happening, it was too late.  A warm stream of urine started filling my diaper from the rear.  The warm stream was rapidly filling the confines of the diaper, spreading all around my rump and absorbing all the way up to my crotch.  I just keep suckling on the pacifier, unable to do anything but watch as he completely filled my diaper with his own urine.  When he finally quit, nearly a full minute later, he pulled out and pushed me down onto all fours, sloshing the liquid around the diaper and the plastic pants.  If not for the plastic pants, I would almost certainly be leaking right now.  

	"Your turn," he instructed, peeling back the plastic pants as Andrew approached with his hands on his zipper.  

	This was going to be a long week.