A trio of wolf cubs that looked to be in various elementary school ages circled around a bassinet that was laid out on the living room floor and angled towards the television. Inside that bassinet was a much older middle-school aged boy, but was dressed as if he was a baby, including booties on all four of his limbs, an oversized diaper and plastic pants around his waist, and a metal muzzle.
	"Boys, stop bugging Noel," Jack called out to his brother and younger cousins, trying to give the humiliated middle schoooler a break. The poor kid looked like he was about to cry. The high schooler was sat nearby watching a cartoon program on the television, but had been tasked with looking over the lot of them.
	"We're not!" Joey, the oldest of the taunting boys cried. "We're just trying to check his DIAPER." He emphased the final word in a taunting fashion while poking Noel's crotch.
	"Boys..." Jack warned again, this time raising his tone and enchanting his voice to be more intimidating.
	"H-hey! No fair! We're not allowed to do magic while we're here!" Jack complained, trying to sound confident despite his flattened ears and quivering tail that struggled to untuck itself from between his legs. 
 	Jack sighed. "Do you want to end up like Noel? If not, then behave."
	The trio didn't look happy about it, but they turned their attention to the television, seemingly to Noel's relief. 
	It wasn't easy watching a quartet of young magicians. Jack himself was only exempt from the magic ban because he was the oldest and would be watching them while the adults got about doing whatever adults did at family get-togethers. 
	Noel would've also been exempt if he hadn't kept pulling pranks. The poor kid wasn't good at controlling his mana or his bladder and had a tendency to lash out by trying to cast illusions on others that would make them appear to do the same or enchantments that would force them to. Of course, none of his younger cousins knew that Noel wore diapers...at least not before he pranked the wrong person. 
	Their grandfather wasn't a forgiving person. After he'd fallen prey to the enchantment, Noel had ended up in his current predicament. It probably wasn't easy being a ten-year-old that still wore diapers. 
	As for his younger brother and cousins, they were forced to wear anti-magic bracelets whenever they weren't at home. You usually got free of them if you proved you wouldn't use your spells to harm others. Given their relatively immaturity, it would probably be a few years.
	Jack's attention was stolen away from the tv screen by a muffled pleading from the bassinet. "Yeah, Noel? Do you want me to change the channel."
	The young wolf shook his head, but the words were incomprehensible.
	Jack met eye with him and cast a stern visage. "Don't make me regret this," he warned. He then took the key from his pocket and undid the lock to Noel's muzzle.
	"I uh...Have to go." Noel said, trying to lift his limbs from where he'd been strapped into the bassinet but utterly failing. 
	Jack leaned in closer and whispered "It's okay. I won't tell your brothers if you use your diaper."
	Noel whimpered, "Please, cuz! Can't you just let me out for a minute? You don't want to have to change me later, right?" 
	Jack winced. He wouldn't have to change his cousin, right? Then again, he'd been tasked with the chore for his much younger cousins in the past. It wouldn't be impossible if their grandfather wanted to humiliate Noel further.  "Fine. Let's go then." 
	After unstrapping Noel from the bassinet, he double-checked where everyone else was. Their parents' vehicles were still gone and the boys had shifted to playing outside. They probably had at least a few minutes. It took more than a little while to undo the plastic pants and 3 of the booties to the point where Noel was squirming by the end of it. Jack hadn't meant to hand him the key, but when the final mitt was yet to be undone and he was doing the potty dance, he didn't want to torture the boy by denying him it when he zoomed away.
	Jack checked on the cars again to make sure they weren't home. He didn't think he'd get in trouble, but he also didn't want to test his luck. The boys were still outside too. Good. 
	"Umm, Jack?" Noel cried from the hallway.
	Feeling the hairs on his back stand up in surprise, he quickly peered back to see if the other boys had heard it. To his relief, they hadn't made any indication of it if they had. Not wanting to test that a second time, he briskly walked in the direction of the bathroom. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly as he got closer. "It's alright if you didn't make it, bud."
	"Not funny," Noel replied sounding very annoyed. 
	Jack sighed. He'd probably not made it after all. He always got grumpier after having an accident. He could change himself without the booties on, at least. He knocked on the bathroom door where he assumed his younger cousin to be. "Are you in there?" he asked quietly.
	"Yeah. Come on in," he replied. 
	As he walked in, Jack slightly averted his eyes upon seeing his naked cousin standing in front of the toilet turned away from him, motionless. He sensed that something was wrong...magic? A cold metal suddenly clamped on his wrist. An anti-magic band. The same one that grandpa's key unlocked. 
	"Hah! Got you!" Noel cried from behind him, appearing from thin air from his invisibility spell. Unlike the image that had been conjured, Noel was still wearing his diaper and it was quite a bit droopier than it was previously. At the same time, the illusion in front of the toilet shimmered and dispersed. 
	"Ha ha," Jack said nervously.  "Good one. Come on now, give me back the key. Grampa will get mad at us." The situation wasn't good. In addition to cancelling his ability to cast spells, the magic also made you much more sensitive to magic that was cast on you. Noel had shown that he wasn't above taking advantage of that.
	Noel flicked his paw in the air in what was clearly a spell.
	Jack's body stiffened and he could feel he was being paralyzed. As Noel closed the door and locked it, he tried to warn him. "You don't want to do this. Your parents will probably grou-." His jaw then stopped moving, half open. 
	"Oh perfect," Noel said, pulling a hair from his head and depositing it into Jack's open mouth.  He then began chanting.
	"An intermediate spell?" Jack thought to himself. It couldn't be good, whatever it was. His eyes, the last thing that wasn't paralyzed by the spell, darted around the room. There didn't appear to be anything that could save him. Instead, he was transfixed by his cousin's actions. The boy plucked a hair from Jack's head and put it into his own mouth, swallowing. Jack didn't know this spell, but it's effect was quickly apparent as Noel began to morph in front of him.
	The younger boy's fur morphed from it's previous silver and began to darken. Meanwhile, Jack's black fur began to turn silver. Their facial features morphed including the distinct fur patterns and even their teeth. There was no pain, but it was a little uncomfortable.
	Jack would've whimpered if his body would've let him move. His height began to shrink to match his cousin's former height. His clothes began to droop and the shorts and boxers he'd been wearing fell to the ground, revealing a less-than-average sheath and tiny ballsack. 
	Meanwhile, Noel's diaper tapes popped and the soggy garment fell with a heavy thud. Noel looked down at the sizeable package and blushed. "Damn, cuz. Not bad."
	It was weird hearing his own voice coming from someone else's body, but it was much weirder that he was watching someone play with his own dick, exposing the red rocket that was hiding within. 
	Noel looked to get lost for a moment in playing with himself before he remembered his predicament. He coughed once to clear his throat in embarrassment. "Right. I'll be needing those," he said, pulling the shirt from off his back and leaving him completely naked.
	If only the paralysis spell would wear off, then Jack might've been able to do something. It was humiliating to not be able to move your limbs only for someone else to be able to freely manipulate you like a puppet. 
	The second spell that had swapped their appearances appeared to be more than just an illusion. He could feel his mana organ being stretched from the capacity that he no longer had. And he couldn't release that mana in any way. Ironically, he'd inherited the same problem that Noel had. He had to pee so bad and it wasn't helping that they were steps away from the toilet.
	Noel likely didn't sense Jack's urgency, but he'd inadvertantly provided an unwanted solution to it when he brought the used wet diaper up between Jack's legs and cast a quick spell to rejoin the broken tape.
	Almost instantly, the diaper began to droop heavier. Tears formed in the corners of Jack's eyes as he flooded the diaper.
	"Hahaha," Noel laughed. "And I didn't have to cast the spell on you. I guess you belong in them now, huh? Stay right there. Oh wait. You have to!" 
	Jack's cousin unlocked the door and left, leaving him there in a very soaked diaper. Too soaked, in fact. As the stream died down, he could hear little droplets forming and hitting the bathroom floor. He hoped that it would buy him enough time to maybe break out of the paralysis, yet he still couldn't even budge his paws without external influence. 
	When Noel returned, Jack's heart sank. He had returned with the discarded booties, plastic pants, and muzzle. With glee in his eyes, Noel turned the tables on his older cousin, putting him in the same gear he'd been wearing just minutes before. He hadn't even changed his diaper and he could feel the slosh of the remaining wetness in the diaper within the plastic pants. 
	Only once all the gear was in place did Noel finally release the paralysis spell which almost immediately caused Jack to lose his balance and fall onto the small puddle of piss on the floor. 
	"Come on, you," Noel said, casting yet another enchantment - this time that forced simple commands. 
	Jack couldn't right himself and so he was forced to crawl along the ground to comply with the mental order that he was helpless against. He tried to talk through the muzzle to tell him that he wouldn't get away with this, but it all came out unintelligible. To his chagrin, he went unheeded even up until the point that he was ordered to crawl back into the bassinet.
	Noel secured the bonds to his older cousin once he was fully laid therein and changed the channel to a children's program. "There you go, bud," he said, patting his very full soaked diaper. "Have fun with the brats."
	Jack whined as Noel went around the corner. Surely he wouldn't just leave him like this? 
	A moment later, the front door opened. To Jack's relief, it was their grandfather. When he looked in his direction, he did his best to flail and speak past the muzzle in his maw to hopefully explain what had happened.
	Their grandfather looked around as if investigating the area and pointed in his direction with a wave of magical energy.
	Instead of relief, Jack felt a sudden urgentness in his gut. "See how you like a taste of your own medicine, punk."
	Jack whimpered as he felt something else begin to fill his diaper. His stomach rebelled and his squirming only caused it to spread around, but the discomfort was too much for him to stay still.
	His grandfather approached with a smirk and tapped a finger to his forehead. "And you wont go crying to your mom or dad about this either."
	Jack pleaded with his eyes to stop the flood in his seat, but the look he got was one of sweet revenge. It was no use - his grandfather hadn't recognized him. Then, as his grandfather snapped his fingers, his mind went blank, then hazy as his vision struggled to focus. The muzzle was removed from his maw and he remembered he had something he needed to say, but couldn't think of what it was. But another need came to the forefront of his brain as he adjusted in his seat. "Ohh, I made a stinky, gwampa," he babbled. 
	"Better get used to it, Noel. I'll get your brother to change you here a minute," the older wolf replied, patting his head. 
	"But I'm not-" Jack started to say, but his grampa put a pacifier in place of the muzzle and for some reason, he wanted to suckle on it.
	"Have a fun time this summer, mushbutt. I get the feeling that you'll be making lots of 'stinkies.'"