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"Just a few more days before I can finally return," Seth Drakisith murmured with a long drawn-out sigh much like that of a student staring at the clock towards the last few minutes of class.
As the thought occurred to him, there was a tickling sensation against his rump. His tail. He'd gotten used to it in the last couple months, but it still managed to surprise him on occassion. He'd never believed that canines' tails had a mind of their own. It didn't make any sense. After all, he'd always been able to control the extremity in his real body.
A single drop of sweat descended from his brow into his lap, quickly absorbing into the dense fur. Sensing the heat for the first time that day, he flexed his shoulders and back, trying to cover himself with the wings he no longer possessed. "Damn it. I should've switched with another dragon." he sighed, banging his head against the desk in frustration.
Seth hated this body; he was tempted to simply shave the wolf from head to toe, but he understood the social and health implications of a "naked" furry. For his chivalry, he was awarded a constant smell of teenage wolf musk and sweat and to make things worse, the improved sense of smell inherit in dogs made the odor more pungent. Seth showered frequently to rid himself of the smell, but he quickly learned that showering more than once a day for mammals almost always leads to sickness. And with sickness comes more sweating. It was a horrible circle.
Then there was the shedding! His fur got everywhere - in his eyes, in his mouth, on his sheets, in the shower. It was a nightmare! T
Of course, spending three months as a different species, he did find things he enjoyed. Masturbation, for instance, was so very pleasurable. As a dog, he had these fuzzy sheaths and balls that felt so good to tease with the soft furry pawpads. The knots were definitely interesting as well. He secretly lusted for a chance to tie someone with the impressive girth of this wolf. And cumming was something different entirely - he could shoot several loads in quick succession due to his anatomy, each one feeling just as intense as the last.
Another thing he rather enjoyed was that a wolf's body was very visibly either male or female. Dragons, on the other hand, were completely different. The females don't have boobs, the males' testicles are hidden inside the body, and unless one arouses a male dragon, gender is very difficult to discern.
As with any creatures, there are different curves, vocal patterns, mannerisms, etc, but those can all be characteristics of a different species or upbringing. Often times, two dragons would fall in love, only to find out that their partner wasn't what they expected him or her to be. As a result, dragon society has grown open-minded to same-sex relationships.
For this same reason, Seth didn't much care for sex. The androgenous nature of his species made it difficult for him to ascertain his role. He did not know who or what he cared for. When he normally masturbated in his real body, he would fantasize about a dragon getting impregnated and "put in her place" by a powerful and endowed dragon like him. Someone might say that if he had this concrete and realizable image in his head, that he should enjoy sex, but that was not the case. When he attempted to live out his fantasy with one of his female schoolmates, he simply couldn't get himself "excited." Because dragon society was so aloof about sexuality and gender, actual roles are blurred, and he couldn't get himself psyched enough to actually fuck her.
His opinion has changed somewhat over the course of the past months, though. With his obviously male teenage body, his hormones constantly raged for him to find "relief." And with experience comes innovation. He had no idea if Simon's mind influenced him in any way, but he had a much deeper grasp of what he wanted and who he was.
The experience might've been even more enjoyable if these wolves hadn't lived an average existence. His parents were middle-class wolves, both quite normal in every way. In their normality, they lacked the amenities he had become so accustomed to. By the time the three months had ended, Seth had his fill of both the housework and the bland commoner food.
Meanwhile, at the Drakisith Manor, Simon was having troubles of his own. Collared and leashed on a walk through the gardens, his bladder begged for release. The pitiful whining which ensued did no good. His "brother," Ryan, holding tight to the leash amidst the spectacle of attempted resistance, had seen this same scene many times. Simon wouldn't have had any problem peeing on the lawn, but that wasn't really the case. No - when Simon was taken for a "walk," he was always in a diaper.
Each crinkling step tested Simon's willpower, yet he knew that he would make it this time, especially since Ryan no longer forced him to wet. The relief of having some little control was clouded by the knowledge that Ryan had only stopped forcing it because he enjoyed watching the fight more than the actual results. Besides, if he actually made it back to the doorstep dry, he'd undoubtedly be punished in some form - probably by getting put in the soaked padding he'd just changed out of.
By now, they already reached the gate of the manor and started travelling back when a low tittering noise perked Simon's attention. Looking back for just a moment, he noticed a kitten looking his way from the entrance. Having someone see him like this, even if it wasn't his body, was so humiliating.
"Why did it have to be a kitten?" he cursed inwardly, secretly despising the smug and taunting species. Clumsily, he tried to hide his padding with his wings, but hadn't managed to do much more than crinkle them, as if to signal that he was indeed wearing a diaper.
This scene hadn't gone unnoticed by Ryan, and he made sure to turn Simon back around as the kitten flashed his funderoo strap in a sign of "I'm more grown up than you." To make things worse, a sudden gust of wind blew towards the gate, carrying with it the smell of the dragon's shameful inability to hold in his urine under the humiliation.
When it finally ended, and the door was closed behind them, Simon adjusted the sloshing liquid about until the diaper soaked it all up. He liked the feel of warm padding, as made obvious by the tent quickly growing against the plastic, but he couldn't help but feel that he would rather be in Ryan's position. With an inward sigh, he took solace in the fact that at least he didn't have to deal with wet fur and padded along behind Ryan to his room, where he knew his "brother" would take his hormones out on him in any number of ways, as he always did.
This was just a mild example of what has occurred over the last three months, Simon had been humiliated, teased, and fucked nearly every day. When Simon agreed to take care of a babysitting job, he didn't realize he'd be the one getting babied.
It had taken Simon a while to grasp the full situation he'd fallen into, but he'd pieced it together little by little. Basically, Seth had a bladder problem that his younger brother, Ryan, had discovered. With this information, Ryan forced his brother into a magical contract that would've made his body a slave if he couldn't stay dry. Unfortunately, the stakes were meant to make Seth lose from the very start. And so it came to pass that Seth, in his conniving wisdom, switched places with a convenient wolf he believed had similar "interests" to Ryan.
Since the switch, Simon has been forced to wear diapers 24/7, among other things. Yes, the inevitable pacifiers and onesies were worn, but nothing was more embarrassing than a wet diaper, specifically these ones. Unlike most diapers that had discrete wetness indicators, like fading stars or a striped line, this brand actually enhanced its notice - upon being wet, the word "baby" would appear, growing larger depending on just how full it got. There was rarely a time that Simon hadn't worn the yellow mark of shame.
As they reached the bed, Simon reared his ass up for Ryan, showing off the yellow-stained crotch with the wetness indicator already quite large. He braced himself for the rough fuck that would normaly follow. To his surprise, however, he felt gentle paws caress him and bring him into a cuddle.
"There's something we need to talk about," Ryan cooed.
Days passed, and the night of the exchange finally came. Both Seth and Simon went to bed that night hoping that, in the morning, they would be back to their old bodies.
Seth awoke to a very uncomfortable tightness around his back. It took a moment to realize it after he instinctively adjusted his wings...he was back in his body! As he came to the realization, he a