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?The vixen's eyes blinked open, watering as they adjusted to the blinding light shone in them. Her mind stumbled while she attempted to adjust to her surroundings. Where was she? Why was she there? All those thoughts echoed uselessly around as questions she could not answer; she was so close to understanding them, to solving them, but it was as if they were in a locked box. She was close, but she could not unlock them.

She stayed this way a few moments, making no progress, until a crackling sound jerked her closer to consciousness.

"Employee Number 3328, Nurse Heidi Amash. Are you with us?"

Heidi groaned, struggling to sit up. Her temples ached dully; what was sure to be a sharp pain was deadened by the haze she was wading through mentally just to comprehend.

"Employee Number 3328, Nurse Heidi Amash. Are you with us? We cannot continue until you are." The voice was cool, professional, female.

Heidi's eyes finally focused. She was in a room, a semicircle, bare except the chair she sat in and cold metal instruments hanging from the ceiling. The vixen wore only a diaper to cover her body; thick, bulky, clinically white, it came damn near up to her breasts. She vaguely recognized it as the type the Institute used for only the most retarded patients.

The noise came from a PA system hanging from the wall in front of her. There were a series of windows, too dark to see inside. Heidi wanted to ask what was going on but her mouth just wouldn't work. It was dry, mushy, and... and soft. Her eyes widened, using her tongue to try to explore her mouth.

"Muh teef!" She wailed, opening her maw and feeling along her gums. "Muh teef!"

"Ah, there we are. Hello, Heidi. Do you know why you're here?"

"Mnnhh, muh teef! Dun haf teef!" The vixen was in no mood to listen to that stupid voice over the intercom.

"Yes, we did take your teeth. We wouldn't want you accidentally hurting anyone, would we? It'll be safer for everyone after the operation."

This gave Heidi pause. "O-Operahin?"

"That's right! You really should feel special! You were selected for a special Institute research project because of your unique skill of, uh-" There's a short pause, the sound of shuffling papers. "Your unique skill of being the first nurse our men found while seeking subjects."

She opens her mouth to protest, but her pleas are cut short by a quick, sharp swipe from the machine above. In an instant the top head is opened, her brain is cleanly shorn off and replaced with a massive shitty diaper. The machine took a few moments to stuff the bulging plastic inside before replacing her cap, micro lasers sewing the skin so there's not even a hint of a scar. No blood, no nothing, a clean replacement.

Heidi's body slackened for a moment, eyes glazing over and losing their focus. She sat there, limp, but after a few moments she began to twitch. Fingers, feet, eye, until suddenly her whole body shivered. Just like that she was back in control. The vixen blinked a few times, looking around with awe at her surroundings for a moment and then holding her paw in front of her face. She giggled, waving it in front of herself a few times and smiling. A hint of drool dribbled from the corner of her muzzle.

"There we go, and how do we like that?" The voice over the intercom mocked her with its faux-sweetness, but the diaper brained nurse just giggled, only able to understand the tone and not the meaning behind it. Heidi just knew that the tone meant she did something good. "Now, is there anything you want to do?"

Those words fell on deaf ears, but the vixen was going to do what the voice wanted her to do anyways. She felt a gurgle in her stomach and blinked, looking down as she rubbed at it. It came again, and finally it clicked! She let out a happy groan and began to push. What she was feeling was shit building up in her body, and she knew that was something she didn't want. She'd rather push it all out into her diaper, where she could play with it! Her eyes rolled back, and a loud crackling filled the room. She leaned forward in the chair, her restraints gone, and a long coil of shit snaked into her thick bottoms. The seat of her diaper began to bulge out immediately, swelling back down into the chair they had just left. The surface turned brown with her shit, and it pushed up the front to nestle warm and firm against her pussy.

This sent shivers down the vixen's spine, and she rediscovered what arousal felt like. She quite liked it, relaxing her bladder too as she stuck her hand down her front. Now her crotch swelled, sagging lower as it turned a deep yellow. The plastic padding was designed to hold even the largest messes, but the vixen's load put that to the test. Soon enough it sagged a good foot and a half down between her legs, her rear bulging out immensely and the front swollen and sagging. The lumpy brown surface of the diapers pressed down against the chair, nudging it back as it grew.

The vixen tried to stand up. She spent less than a second rocking on her feet before she fell to the front, landing on all fours with her diapered ass high in the air. Even if the diaper hadn't unbalanced her, she wouldn't have had the brainpower to stand up anyways.

The intercom crackled again. "Very good! Our scientists will definitely be able to use you, yes they will! Now, you've been a very good girl, do you know what you get?"

The vixen looked at the intercom with a tilted head.

"A plaything!"

The vixen squealed as the machine brought her brain down to her, plopping it in front of her unceremoniously. Heidi held it up to the light, curious. The grey matter was fresh and wet, still warm, and somewhere inside it was herself. Her memories, her personality, everything that made her unique and intelligent was in there. Deep crevices pockmarked the brain, perfect for fingers to wriggle into and tear apart, and perfect for packing shit into, too. But the best part about it was that it was soft, soft and squishy. The retarded nurse liked soft and squishy things.

Heidi played with her brain for a while, exploring each crevice as she found it. Her paws roamed over it, fingers pushed into each dip and pulled it apart as far as she could. It never tore, but it came perilously close at some points. As she played, thick drool dribbled from her maw onto the grey surface, soaking deep into the cracks. In minutes the entire thing was coated in drool, and Heidi was happier for it.

The feel of the chunk of meat entertained her to no end. She rubbed the slimy surface across her breasts and face, giggling at the weird sounds it made as her drool burbled out of the crevices it soaked into. The vixen tried to bounce it like a ball, but rather than bouncing back up, it landed on the cold floor with a heavy squish.

A grin lit up her face, and she picked it up again just to slam it down on the ground. Squish. Heidi liked that sound and began to slam it to the ground again and again, tail wagging every time it squished. Her brain began to fall apart, the crevices growing wider and cracks forming. This only got worse when she picked it up, squishing it between her paws and shivering at the wet, spongy feel.

The vixen finally placed it between her legs, squeezing the hunk of meat as she bounced on it again and again! She might have entertained herself with it forever, had a thick clump of clay-like shit, knocked loose from her constant wriggling, not plopped onto the ground.

She froze, blinking and looking to her thigh. Reaching down, she cupped the clump in her paw. Thick, warm, and... and tasty! Squealing with delight, the nurse slapped the shit onto her brain, mashing her waste against the grey matter. She wasn't gentle in the least, smearing the shit against every inch of her mind's squishy surface, making sure to jam it down into each crack. Her rediscovery of shit only added to her enjoyment of her brain. It made different sounds when she squished it and it felt different when she squeezed it, plus her shit mixed with her drool to make this weird brown mixture that she found captivating. Soon, though, her mind wandered, thinking of her shit, and her interest in the brain began to wane in favor of this new plaything.

Dropping her brain to the wayside, Heidi sat up and slid her paw down the front of her diapers. She shivered as her paws plunged inside her shit, and she brought back a large pawful to test.

The retard licked it once, and it was all over. She let out another squeal of excitement, shoving her whole paw in her mouth and suckling down before plunging the other down, repeating this again and again. Her maw was never empty and her belly always full, and while her mouth was busy chewing, she kept her paws busy smearing handful after handful into her red fur. She mashed it against her flat belly, paid special attention to her plump, pert breasts, and even coated her face in it. She looked more brown than red at some point.

As she gorged herself, the machine above her whirred to life. Implements lowered from the ceiling, gently guiding the fox onto her back. Heidi didn't even notice, as caught up in shit eating as she was, and so when the machine undid her diaper, wiped her clean, and replaced it with another, she didn't resist in the slightest.

She did notice, however, when she plunged her paw down her front for yet another load of shit and found nothing. The vixen sat up, frowning as she bounced on her diaper. No squish, no shit. Where did it all go?

Heidi looked around. No shit around her to shove in it. She wanted the squish back! Finally, she laid eyes on her brain, which had rolled away a few feet when she discarded it. The brain was squishy, right? She crawled over it, thickly padded ass wriggling in the air, and scooped it up. Squishy, soft and stinky, just like her diaper should be! Proud of herself for thinking of such a good idea, she shoved her brain into her diaper.

It nestled between her ass cheeks, pressing up against her asshole. She gave a few test bounces and squealed happily when she felt the squish she needed. Everything was right again! The vixen began to bounce up and down on her brain, rocking back and forth on it between bounces. The brain began to fall apart, pounded into little more than grey pulp, which she spread evenly around her diapers so that all of her crotch and ass could feel the wet squish. As she bounced she began to fill her diapers again. She didn't even have to grunt or push; she just filled it up with no effort, barely even realizing as the sheer amount of shit strained the plastic of her diaper seat. It settled in the rear of her padding, mixing with the mushed brain. Her retard pants sagged once again, turning lumpy and brown.

She would have been content to just play and squish in her diaper forever, but the Institute had other things to do than watch a retard play with her own shit. The machine above her whirred to life once more, guiding her to her back and changing her diaper with ruthless efficiency. It balled up her old one and tossed it aside. Heidi watched it as it disappeared into the ceiling, soon to be disposed of with the rest of the Institute's trash. And so went her brain, and any chance of having a normal life. She didn't mind, and she didn't even realize that was her brain going away. She just wanted her squish back; this new diaper was crinkly and dry again. She didn't have time to fill it again before the intercom crackled to life.

"That's enough with the nurse. Bring in that meddlesome journalist!"

A hidden door on the far wall hissed open, and an imposing figure shoved the journalist in. She stumbled a few feet, but by the time she turned around the door was closed, seamlessly blended into the wall. There was nothing she could do anyways, given the straightjacket.

"L-Leh, lemme out!" she slurred, swaying as she struggled through the mental haze clouding her brain. It seemed to push at her thoughts, each one disappearing into the fog before she could quite finish them.

There was no response and she fell silent, blinking a few times as her eyes adjusted to the dim room. She looked down to take stock of herself, first. Dingy, with greasy and matted fur, but nothing too bad. Like a day or two without a shower. The brown on her diaper and straight jacket looked like dirt, not blood, so however long she was out, they treated her --

Diaper?!

The vixen groaned, suddenly aware of the thick plastic pushing her thighs apart. Yep, she was diapered. With any luck, it was just so it was easier to clean up. "Swear uh gah, ih..." She paused, frowning, and ran her tongue over her teeth. Or rather, her lack of. The bastards had taken them out! They took out her teeth!

The journalist cried out in anger, wailing and kicking at the hidden door, but her burst of anger quickly subsided, and the more logical part of her mind took over.

Alright, she thought, things look bad. But I'm alright, my teeth are gone but I'm alright, I got a good dentist plan. I gotta figure out my situation and get out of here.

The vixen closed her eyes, relaxed her shoulders, and sighed. She did this two more times, willing herself to be calm, collected, on top of her game.

It was hard with the drugs still wearing off, but she managed.

Alright, she thought. What do I have going for me?

She had her mental faculties, mostly. The vixen struggled in her straight jacket, but nothing budget. It seemed she was tied up with metal hydraulic locks; there would be no easy way to get out of her jacket. She was diapered, but that was in her favor at least, she figured. At least she wouldn't need to stop to find a bathroom!

The vixen looked up, finally taking stock of her surroundings. Blank walls, a PA, darkened windows high up towards the ceiling - where her captors were watching, she figured - and a chair in the center of the room. And next to that chair...

"Hei'ee?" the vixen's stomach dropped. She recognized that poor nurse; Heidi was her contact inside the Institute. The nurse was such an intelligent young vixen, but there she was, sitting in the middle of the floor, drooling and giggling to herself, breasts hanging bare to the world. The only thing covering her shame was a brilliant white diaper. The journalist could do nothing but shake her head. What had happened?

The journalist's surprised yawlp finally alerted Heidi to the journalist's presence. A new friend! She giggled and fell onto all fours, crawling over towards the other vixen with pleased squeals, leaving a trail of drool. Finally, someone else to play with!

"Hei-ee, nuhh!" The journalist drooled as she protested, slathering her chin in saliva.

Heidi knocked the diapered and restrained vixen down with ease, crawling onto her legs and bouncing on them. Her diaper crinkled as she smashed it against the other vixen. The journalist's next attempt at protesting was cut short as Heidi leaned forward, slathering her new friend in thick, drooly kisses. The other vixen sputtered, struggling and failing and push Heidi away. Without use of her arms, she had no choice but to lay there and take it, squirming like a child to no avail. She struggled for a few minutes, and eventually managed to get her feet out from under the retard. The next time Heidi bounced her diaper down onto the journalist, she crinkled against the ground.

Heidi sat up, puzzled, and the other vixen yawped in victory, trying to sit up. Heidi was distracted, and she knew she had to use that previous time to wriggle out from under her and-

Frrrrrrp

Both vixens froze, the journalist with a look of disgust, Heidi with a grin of pleasure. Heidi was pushing out thick coils of shit into her diaper, and the journalist knew exactly what retards liked doing with their shitty diapers.

"N-nuh, nuuuh nuh nuh," the journalist pleaded, as if she could reason with Heidi. Heidi ignored her new playmate's protests and turned around, hovering her diaper inches above the other vixen's face. The journalist looked on in horror, shaking her head as the white plastic seat above her sagged and turned brown, lumps forming immediately. "Nuh, nuuh nuuh nuuu-"

Heidi sat down with a squish and a grin.

The journalist's protests were suffocated by the slimy brown plastic, and soon all her noises ceased as she concentrated on just getting enough stinky, tainted air in her lungs to function. That didn't stop the rest of her body from squirming, however; she tried her best to force the nurse off of her face. All she ended up doing was loosening the nurse's tapes just enough for a mudslide of shit to pour from her leg cuffs.

Heidi squealed in pleasure at the sight of her own shit, and scooped up handfuls of the claylike waste. She mushed it between her fingers. The firm, yet malleable texture felt like putty in her paws. The nurse slung a handful at the journalist's straightjacketed belly, where it landed with a satisfying splat.

The retard giggled again, slinging another handful at her trapped playmate. She leaned down, massaging it into the journalist's straightjacket and ensuring it soaked deep into the fabric. The journalist began to struggle and kick again as she felt the shit work its way through the folds of her clothes into her skin. There was nothing she could do, and her squirming only encouraged the nurse to smear more and more shit; she took all the wriggling and noises as happiness.

The journalist suffered for what felt like forever before, without any warning, the toxic weight on her face was removed, and she took in a hoarse breath. It had been so long since she had any fresh air, she had nearly forgotten how great it could be. Her eyes blinked open and she sat up, groaning as she tried to figure out what was going on.

It seemed her respite was to be short lived. Arms had came from the ceiling and removed the retarded nurse from her, but she could see extra sets coming down from wherever they were hidden. The vixen stumbled to her feet, struggling not to fall without the use of her arms as balance.

"Janice Dough, journalist for Susshire Daily. Do you know why you have been brought here?"

Jan jumped at the sudden noise from the PA, but before she could respond the voice continued.

"It doesn't matter really, but I have to say this for the record's sake. You've been brought here because in your goody-goody search for the truth, you came too close to some things that the Institute does not want to get out to the general public."

So it was true! Jan's triumphant grin faded as she realized that, no matter what she knew, it would never come to light if-

"We considered killing you quietly, but if someone else found your work, we'd still be ruined. So, we decided to ruin your credibility. Have you ever heard of a lobotomy, Jan?"

Confusion furrowed Jan's brows, but before she could respond, implements swung down from the ceiling and removed her brain in one clean cut.

Jan's eyes flew wide, as if surprised, and she swayed on her feet for a full moment before falling to her knees. Frrrping sounds mixed with a quiet hiss as the vixen filled her diapers to the brim. Her diaperseat sagged down, brushing against the ground as the padding turned brown and lumpy with fox shit, and the front turned wet and soggy with urine. Her jaw dropped open, and she drooled onto her shit covered straightjacket. She was expressionless.

The machine set down the nurse, who had been held in its arms this entire time, and gently set Jan's brain in Heidi's paws. Heidi held the brain up in the air, smiling as she squished it between her paws. Another squishy wet thing to play with! She started to gum at it, but soon had a better idea! The fox sat it on the ground, lined up her shit-packed diaper, and slammed down on it, bouncing to her heart's content.

If Heidi's diaper was any less shit-filled, Jan's brain would have been forfeit, smashed into a formless mush in mere moments. Luckily for the journalist, the softness of the waste in the retard's diaper softened the blows. Every time the nurse's weight came down on Jan's gray matter, it deformed and lost its shape, but all in all it remained intact. The ooze dribbling out from the nurse's retard pants turned the grey matter brown, soaking into every crevice it could possibly get into.

The machine from the ceiling gently pushed the nurse away from her new toy and, in an instant, reinserted the brain back into the journalist's head. After a moment, there was no evidence at all that it had been removed in the first place.

The door hidden in the wall hissed open, and three canines entered; two male dogs, and a female wolf. The doberman shouldered a massive camera, the business end pointing at the two newly minted tards, and the rottweiler lugged around a massive diaper bag. The wolf nodded to the one who held the diaper bag.

"Go change them both," she said. She was the one whose voice had came over the PA. The rottweiler nodded and laid the bag on the ground, preparing two massive diapers and an industrial-sized bottle of diaper powder. He wrangled the nurse to the ground, dragging her back to the diaper and undressing her with practiced ease. She hadn't resisted him at all; none of them ever did. Once she saw that there was a new diaper in the works, she even complied happily, as far as she could understand what he wanted. The rottweiler dragged her overloaded diaper to the side, quickly cleaning her fur and wrapping another diaper on. Nice and tight, regulation fit. There was no way this was coming off on accident. "Some things, machines just can't do," he muttered under his breath.

He turned towards Jan. She was just where the machine left her, a blank look in her eye as she knelt and stared into space. The rottweiler looked towards the wolf questioningly; she glared at him and he shrugged, gently lowering the journalist onto her back and changing her diaper in the same way he did the nurse's.

Though she appeared to still be mindless and empty to the rottweiler, Jan's brain was whirring back to life. Something was wrong, though, different; random sections of it were mashed and stretched, and the disgusting shit ooze pervaded every inch of her consciousness. Her old consciousness struggled with the filth, and by the time the rottweiler taped a clean diaper back on her body, her brain was back online.

Jan blinked, looking around. She remembered everything. She knew who she was, what she was doing here, and what had just happened to her. The vixen remembered nothing about when her brain was removed, but everything else was there. She blinked again, gathering her thoughts. Jan knew she should be running while she could, struggling, or something at least. But she didn't want to do that. As the filth in her brain settled, infecting her every function, a base need grew inside her.

"G-God..." she whined. "I-I... I... I want..." The wolf observing her nodded to the doberman, and he turned the recording equipment on the journalist. Jan saw the camera and knew exactly what they were doing. If she was taped doing what she felt the need to do, no one would ever take her seriously. The Institute could even use it as an excuse to keep her locked up forever. She was fully conscious, fully in control of her actions. She could run now and escape, but...

"I want shit!" Jan moaned, chest heaving with need. She forced her bowels and bladder to relax and turned to the camera with a wild grin, filling her diaper with glee. Her retard pants strained as thick, claylike waste crackled into the back of her pants, and her legs spread as she flooded it with yellow piss. "P-Please, I wan, I want shit! G-God I need to taste it and smell it, I need more, please, please let me out of this!"

The wolf pressed a button, and the locks on her straightjacket released. Jan wriggled out and immediately lunged at the nurse, who was busy filling her own retard pants with shit. She looked back at the camera, making sure her massive, shit-filled diaper was in perfect frame, and buried her face in the nurse's ass. She huffed and groaned in pleasure as the nurse unloaded coils of shit into her diapers, making sure to feel each one as it slid down into the increasingly filled diaper rear.

The journalist's hands wandered up Heidi's legs, pushing inside the cuffs and returning with handfuls of thick, cloying shit. She wasted no time in shoving them in her mouth. Her eyes rolled back in pure bliss; just the taste sent her into the strongest orgasm she had felt in her life. She knew she was ruining herself but she needed more, more!

She started to smear the nurse's shit on her breasts and diaper between mouthfuls of it, making sure to work it so deep into her fur that it could never come out. "God, please, I just want this forever! Diapers, shit, god, I need it, all I need, all I need!" She was fully coherent but what came out of her mouth was barely more than gibberish, so addicted to shit she was. The vixen would never have stopped shoving her stomach full of shit on her own, but unfortunately for her, the Institute wouldn't allow it.

The wolf nodded at the rottweiler, and he walked into the shot, content to observe a few moments. The rottweiler grimaced and knelt down, trying to pull her away, and Jan immediately yelled. "No! No, no no! Please no I want more shit, I want shit, I want to eat her shit, I need her diaper!" Her squeals continued on as the rottie struggled to wrestle her away. The doberman ensured the camera got everything, zooming in to focus on the desperation in Jan's expression. It would be obvious this wasn't forced; the journalist really was a crazy, shit addicted lunatic.

The rottweiler finally pinned her down and forced her arms back into the straightjacket. She was weaker than him by far, but she still struggled valiantly as she was stuffed back in. The vixen wouldn't have cared at this point, but if she couldn't use her arms, how could she scoop scat into her greedy maw? Her stomach felt empty already, and all she wanted to do was gulp down mouthfuls after mouthfuls of shit.

Finally, the rottweiler had enough. "Jesus Christ, woman!" he snapped. "I know you're addicted, but damn! If you stop struggling I"ll make sure you can eat all the shit you want later on, alright?"

This pacified Jan, and she immediately relaxed, allowing the rottweiler to slide her fully back into the straightjacket and snap the locks back into place. Soon, she was securely restrained in the brown and white garment, and the rottie let her go. The vixen immediately stumbled over to the nurse, drooling copiously as she sniffed and huffed the nurse's shit filled diaper.

The rottweiler shook his head and approached the two, pulling them apart. It was much easier now that the journalist couldn't use her hands. She protested a bit, but he pacified her by reaching into the nurse's diaper and pulling out a handful of shit, shoving it in the other vixen's maw. Jan smiled a bit and suckled on the glob of waste, shivering as another orgasm rocked her filthy body.

"Finally," the rottie muttered under his breath. He changed the nurse's diaper first, pushing the diaper aside with the same cold efficiency he had used earlier. This time, however, instead of disposing of it immediately, he placed it next to Jan's head, opening it up like a feast.

The journalist squealed happily and turned over, tongue flying out as she scooped up as much shit as she could manage and swallowed it without so much as chewing. It wouldn't take her long to completely empty the diaper, but it gave the man time enough to change her diaper without too many issues.

The rottweiler glanced back over his shoulder, and the wolf nodded silently. Catching their signal, the cameraman turned off the camera.

"Think we got enough?" The cameraman asked.

The wolf nodded, grinning. "Yeah, there's no way anyone will believe anything she ever said, once we put this out. Anonymously, of course."

"But of course. Should we bring in Shilva?"

She rolled her eyes. "I guess. I mean, our scientists would be annoyed if we didn't. They just want to see if he's too retarded to even want sex, right?"

"Basically. Every other tard is still a horn dog, but Shilva seems to be so far gone as to eschew it entirely."

The wolf nodded. "Alright, well... have those two changed and we'll let Shilva in."

The three left, taking their equipment and diapers with them, and a few minutes later the wolf returned, lugging a pink fox in behind her. He was young, probably his mid 20s, and might have been handsome in a different life. He had a cute face, a slender body that some might call twinkish, and naturally pink fur that complimented his body type completely. If it weren't for the filthy, greasy state of his fur, the empty smile, and glazed eyes, he would have passed for normal. But there was no mistaking; Shilva was an utter retard, so badly shit addicted that his entire muzzle had a distinct brown tinge that no amount of baths could take away.

The wolf guided him to the middle of the room, where the two vixens lay. They were cuddling close, each of them burying their faces in the front of the other's diapers. Shilva regarded them with indifference, just as the wolf had expected.

"Well, Shilva. We're going to leave you here for an hour and see what you do. These are two cute, perfectly fuckable vixens, and we know how horny you retards are. This is your chance; fuck them, and prove you're at the very least not the most retarded patient at the institute."

She smirked, turning around and leaving the room. "I know what you'll probably do, though." The door sealed behind her, blending into the wall perfectly.

The two vixens paid Shilva no mind, being too busy worshipping each other's diapers to notice, and Shilva did the same towards them. They were entertaining, sure, but their diapers were clean and therefore barely worth thinking about. Whereas most male tards would be half naked at this point, humping the closest maw he could find, Shilva just stood there, idly groping at his newly changed diaper.

He was about to walk away when he heard a telltale frrp. He grinned from ear to ear as he watched Heidi's eyes roll back. He knew that expression well and walked behind her, giggling as the seat of her diaper began to bloat. It turned brown and lumpy, swelling as she filled her retard pants with dense coils of shit. The fox felt his cock jump, and he shoved his hands down his pants, cupping his balls and sheath directly. Females were boring, but this is what really got him going.

His pleasure was only compounded as Jan began to push too, thick globs of shit coiling into her own diapers. The scent of shit filled the air, and Shilva's eyes rolled back as he let it fill his lungs. Pleasure shivered through his body, emanating from his crotch, and his cock soon strained against the prison of his diaper. He began to grunt and moan, drooling onto his chest as he got lost in the arousal of it all.

The girls were unaware they were giving a show, but as their diapers neared full the nurse plunged her hands deep into their warm, filthy depths, pulling out handfuls of shit. She alternated between shoving them in her mouth and smearing them across her body. Jan whined in need. "P-Please, I want shit," she murmured, opening her maw wide. "G-God please, I need to eat your shit!"

Heidi wasn't intelligent enough to understand Jan's words, but her need was met all the same. The retard shoved handfuls of the other vixen's own shit into her maw, and Jan wolfed it down like a half-starved dog. She didn't care that half of it got on her face,just that she was filling her belly with warm, dense, delicious shit.

That's what finally sent Shilva over the edge, and he let out a long howl as he shot rope after rope of thick white cum into his diapers. At the same time he began to soil himself, crouching just a bit as thick globs of scat plopped into his diaper seat. The plastic stretched and lumped up, turning a dark brown. Yellow drained down into the front of his diaper as his orgasm stopped and he began to wet himself eagerly.

Shilva's howls of pleasure were what finally attracted the vixens' attentions, and once they realized they had a visitor they were quick to make him feel welcome. The nurse helped the journalist to her feet, and they both approached Shilva. Heidi shoved her face in Shilva's yellowed diaper front, huffing the acrid smell of his piss, and Jan likewise buried her face in the male's round, shit-sagging ass.

Shilva enjoyed the women's attentions for a while, always happy to help others worship shit like he did, but eventually he had enough, and dropped down to all fours himself. He positioned himself under the nurse's ass and lowered it down onto his face. The fox closed his eyes and took a deep, long snoof, drool springing to his lips as the wonderful, heady scent filled his senses. He started to lap and nip at the surface of the diaper, hoping to tear it open, but his teeth were long gone, and all he ended up doing was gumming the shit slime into his mouth. This was good enough for him, though, and he swallowed it happily. Not as good as shit, but close enough!

Jan, of course, stayed attached to Shilva's ass, and worshipped his sagging brown diaper single-mindedly. She was well aware that what she was doing was disgusting and incredibly out of character for her, but she couldn't bring herself to care. The shit ooze that corrupted her brain wouldn't let her care about anything except shit and diapers, and she felt more fulfilled slurping at a retard's shit filled diaperseat than she had ever felt in her life.