My name is Nick. As a black sheep, both literally and figuratively, I never belonged in my birth home.  I always had my suspicions, due to my sharper canines, black coarse straight fur, and taller height. Those same suspicions were confirmed when I turned 18 and my birth father reached out to me.

	He hadn't been allowed to contact me for fear of my mother's parents finding out. He wanted to raise me, but my grandparents would've disowned her if they found out that she'd had a child with a wolf that the couple fooled around with instead of her husband. 

	I accepted his offer to live with him while I went to college, but it was pretty awkward. I'd been so used to being treated like an adult since I was very young since sheep are so much smaller than wolves. It was very much the opposite with my birth father, who was almost a foot and a half taller than I and had the habit of treating me like a pup. He often would lick me to get down cowlicks or just to show affection. He would pick me up and put me on his lap while we watched television and more than once I woke up to him stroking my hair in the night. He bought me a lot of clothes that were wholly inappropriate for someone of my age to be wearing, but I would wear around the house to keep him happy. 

	I got to meet his side of the family when the holidays started. All of them were so much bigger than I was. Even my cousins who were a fair bit younger than I were often larger than me. They treated me like one of their own, but it was too embarrassing to tell them that I was in college when my father treated me like a pup, so I just let them think that I was the same age as my younger cousins.

	It was New Years Eve when I found out about the New Years Baby tradition. Apparently, the teenage members of the family would be dressed up as Baby New Year. I wanted to get out of it by telling them the truth, but that might've been more embarrassing since I'd been lying about my age all that time. Plus, I was still technically a teenager so I'd need to participate anyway.

	So I went along with it. The cloth diaper was unexpectedly and comically large on me. It made sense since it was meant to be one size fits all for a wolf between thirteen and nineteen, but it sagged a lot more than I thought it might and forced a waddle that was more than a bit embarrassing. My cousins didn't seem super thrilled to be in them either, but it was a tradition and I didn't want to shirk it, especially as a relatively recent addition to the family. 

	What I didn't expect was the reaction that it provoked in my father, who would jokingly pick me up and check my diaper throughout the night. It became such a thing that my uncles and even some of my older cousins began doing it too. I didn't expect how flustered it would make me, especially considering that all my cousins were wearing them. 

	One of my younger cousins pulled back the cloth diaper and dumped his apple juice in. Everyone had seen it, so they knew it wasn't an accident, but it didn't mean that they didn't still tease me about it since it looked very much like I'd peed myself. There weren't any spare cloths, so instead I was given a humiliating GoodNite that they had around in case any of the pups had a real accident during the holidays. 

	It was a bit of a problem since I hadn't let on that the constant checks had been giving me hardons from my genitals being shuffled around. When my cousins noticed the discrepancy in the much thinner GoodNite, the checks became more frequent and much longer. This family was very strange compared to my raising, but it didn't bother me all that much. It was apparently common for male wolf society to practice affection with one another when you were still young.

	So, when Alex, one of my cousins in high school pulled me into my room and began "checking my diaper" vigorously, I didn't fight. It came a bit too natural to show my belly to him as he stroked me off through my GoodNite. And when I came, his paw went over my mouth to prevent the moan that would've escaped.

	What happened next was quite surprising, since I never fancied myself as a gay man, yet I found myself rolling over and flagging my tail for him - an invitation he gladly accepted, grinding his cloth diaper against my padded rump. It was fairly quick and there wasn't any penetration as he bit down on my shoulder and humped against me until he came. Afterward, we licked each other's muzzles to show the affection and rejoined the party.

	That same scene was repeated a few more times with a few of my other cousins always with me being grinded against. I knew it was supposed to be a dominance thing to show your place in the pecking order, but when they grabbed my padded junk, the same reaction would occur and I'd invariably end up submitting.

	Later than night, all of my younger cousins were shuttled off to bed in various corners of the house with the promise that they'd be woken up when midnight struck so they could join in the festivities. I was allowed to stay awake because my uncles all knew, but I was the only one still in diapers.

	We sat around the poker table playing cards and having a drink, but I didn't get my own seat. Instead, each of my uncles took turns sitting me in their lap, passing me around as the dealer. My uncles were no different than my cousins, each fondling my GoodNite secretly and forcing me to squirm while I was on their lap. I couldn't say I didn't enjoy it, though.

	When it came time for my father's turn, I hopped off of his lap a little early turning a particularly heated round of betting between my uncles where it was less wagers and more personal insults. 

	"Where are you going?" he asked, holding my arm gently but firmly.

	"I've got to go to the bathroom real quick," I responded, a little tipsy and dizzy from the few drinks I'd had.

	He pulled me back and groped my crotch, "Nope. Not ready for a change yet." I blushed, unable to escape his grasp once he'd reeled me back in. 

	I squirmed for more than reason as the game continued. Eventually, my uncles caught on and made a side wager of who's lap the dam would finally burst on. When Charlie, one of my uncles began to lightly rub at my thigh to tickle me, it was game over for that side bet. I flooded the GoodNite and would've flooded his lap too if he hadn't pulled me off.

	My father took a break from the game and I was taken into the room where my cousins were sleeping so he could grab a fresh GoodNite that promptly went on along with some baby powder. "You broke the seal, so try not to flood it next time otherwise we'll need to keep changing you." he said, helping my wobbly legs through the infantile garments.

	The poker game proceeded as normal, with one soggy exception. As my father had stated, I needed to pee often and the GoodNite came in handy for that. The next one lasted a bit longer but I still needed another change before midnight rolled around and the pups were woken.

	More than one of my younger cousins noticed that I'd had a wet diaper and it became a bit of a point of humor throughout the festivities of the night. I rejoined my father at the poker table when all the pups were asleep but by that time I was so tired that I'd apparently fallen asleep right there at the table.

	The next morning when my dad woke me up, showing me a crate of the GoodNites that he'd gotten from the party. Apparently they'd had lots of fun and my uncles wanted me to be their dealer whenever I could, but there'd be a uniform requirement. Not that I wasn't allowed to wear them for "practice" beforehand, though.

	Maybe I'm still a bit of a black sheep, but I had fun at the family gathering for once. Perhaps I would stay a "teenager" for a bit longer than I'd intended.