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The vixen had a name at one point- some months ago, when she first came in, Chris had made a point in remembering and using it. But now as the mouse walked in, sipping at a glass of water, he couldn't bother remembering it. Why bother? The vixen wasn't going to mind whatever he called her. Her brain was dead and gone. That was the whole reason why she was here- he and his colleagues were trying to figure out a way to enhance and repair brain function, and believed she was the key to it all. Personally, he no longer thought so- looking at her now, it was strange to think he ever did. She was beautiful at one point; he'd seen pictures of her before the accident. But now he couldn't think of her as anything but an overgrown baby. Her breasts were bare and hanging out, and her red velvet fur was matted with drool from her chin all the way to her belly. Her eyes were unfocused, and her hair was a mess. Who could ever think of her as attractive? It's not like her clothes made her attractive- she wore a thick, oversized diaper, fresh from the night before. By some miracle, she hadn't wet or messed them yet. "Hey, pretty lady! How are you doing today, hmn?" He still talked to her, but didn't pretend to respect her any longer. As if reading his mind, her face went blank, and her tail lifted up as she let out a little grunt. The mouse raised an eyebrow, hiding a smirk. It was like she knew when he was coming in, and saved it just for him. The vixen grunted, a focused look passing across her face as the front of her diaper swelled up, sagging and turning yellow as a hissing filled the air. A moment later, the back of her diapers bulged out as she filled her padding with glee. The formerly white plastic quickly turned brown, bloating and sagging as shit poured into it. "P-Poo, poopy! Imma poopy retard!" She replied happily, glad that someone was paying attention to her. "Mhmn, very poopy. I'll have to get one of the interns to change you." Chris picked up a clipboard as the retard babbled on- he didn't pay attention anymore, tuning her out as he mulled over yesterday's results. The results weren't good; this new formula they made only seemed to make it worse. He felt around the table for his glass, bringing it to his lips and knocking it back before setting it back on the table. As he scanned the document, the words began to look funny, stop making sense. He felt a tinge of panic, but this quickly melted away as his head began to tingle. His brain began to rot, turning to mush and dulling any sense of emergency he might have had. It oozed apart in chunks, his body taking care of the now useless mush in the only way it remembered how. The mouse stood still, his shoulders slowly relaxing and jaw beginning to droop as his eyes glazed over entirely, still staring at the document. His stomach grumbled a bit, and his knees turned inward, jutting his ass out as he let out a wet fart. He didn't mind- it felt kind of nice. In fact, he began to push, letting out little moans as mush crackled into his seat, his pants bloating out and sagging as shit poured into it. Mixed in there somewhere was his brain- he didn't mind or even know, just happy as his dress pants began to ooze, shit pushing up his taint and surrounding his hardening cock. The vixen watched all this with childlike curiosity, sucking on her thumb as the scientist vacated himself inches from her. "Poopy!" She cried, clapping as she began to push herself. She knew this game! Her face scrunched up as she strained, her diaper bulging out further as she began to add to the massive mess in her already ruined diaper. The plastic strained, sagging off the chair as she began to race the scientist. First one to make poopy go everywhere wins! For his own part, Chris was content to shit himself, chewing on the clipboard as drool dripped from his maw. On the table sat a full glass of water, beside an empty laboratory beaker. The mouse's carelessness weighed on him almost as heavily as the shit bulging out the seat of his pants. ________________

It was hours before anyone else arrived at the lab-- Chris enjoyed coming in early to spend some time with the subjects. It was even longer before anyone would arrive to this particular cell- the vixen was the last of the rooms in the second floor of the asylum which the scientists were lucky to call their lab. The government had leased the second floor of the asylum for their more puzzling and embarrassing accidents, and it was the scientists' jobs to figure out how to fix them. If they could not, they were free to use them for whatever means they wished. Lacey made her way up the stairs of the asylum, nodding to the workers as she passed them. She was usually the second of the three scientists to make it in- Chris loved coming in early, while Claire loved eating breakfast instead of being on time. She was a mouse, like Chris-- the government's affirmative action after the whole 'lab rat' incident meant that, ironically, almost the whole of the scientific community was made up of rats and mice. She paused near the door to the second floor, mentally steeling herself. She didn't like doing this job every day- seeing these poor people in that state. One in particular always got her. Shilva was his name; he was once the top student in one of the country's top schools. He had some sort of breakdown, or infection. They blamed it on the water, and that's why the government thought it may be curable. That's why he was here- but regardless of what he was, what he became was a mindless, diaper shitting idiot. The mouse sighed, straightening her jacket and pushing in, plastering that fake smile that she always wore. She pushed open the door to her first cell, marked 'Shilva'. "Good morning, sunshine! And how are we doing today?" The room was small and bare, entirely white with some brown stains on the wall. There was a sink on the side, some cupboards overflowing with supplies, and most importantly a massive crib smack dab in the middle. It was a bed, technically, king size and fitted with a plastic sheet on top, but everyone knew it was really a crib. After all, real beds don't have walls too big for an adult to climb on the sides, do they? Lacey heard a babbling response from the crib as she undid the locks, taking down the walls for the day and setting them to the side. In the middle of that bed sat a bright pink fox, a young boy no more than twenty years. He was blessed with good looks, in a feminine way- nice, wide hips, a flat stomach, slight definition in his arms and shoulders, an adorable smile. He'd drop any panties he wanted, male or female, except three problems. First was the odd way he held his head- it was crooked to the right at an unnatural angle. Second was his fur- his chin and chest were absolutely soaked in thick drool, and the rest was greasy and unkempt. Finally, and most importantly, was between his legs. The fox wore a pair of massive white diapers, puffing out in the front and back, the padding thick enough that his legs were spread at an impossible angle. At least the diapers were white. Lacey smiled to herself, turning her back and checking the clipboard hanging over the sink. She hadn't turned away for more than a minute before she heard what sounded like a trumpet behind her, followed by a loud grunt. "Oh, fuck..." She murmured to herself, ears flat against her head. She's hoped that she might pawn the diaper change off to Chris. The mouse slowly turned around to see the pink fox hobbling on his own two feet, eyes rolled back in his head and jaw slack as the white fabric clinging to his ass began to sag and swell, turning yellow and brown respectively. It was almost as if that, upon the loss of a real brain, the body overcompensated with the ability to produce filth. It was obvious that it brought great pleasure to the subject- Lacey was certain of that. The glazed over look in Shilva's eyes was one of orgasmic bliss. The fox began to grope at his swelling crotch as he released, piss starting to dribble out the sides of the diaper down his legs. The rear of his diapers were even worse off- the previously pristine plastic turned a deep brown before bloating out, crackling as the dumb fox unceremoniously filled his padding. His ruined diaper began to sag, his rear swinging between his legs and brushing the ground as they filled with log after log of shit. "F-Fuck, shit!" She swore as she realized that the diaper couldn't hold much more. The tape was beginning to strain, and like hell would she clean up a-. Before she could even react, the fox's diaper burst open, unleashing a flood of shit and piss. The padding dropped to the ground with a wet thud, revealing the fox's thick ass still letting loose thick ropes of shit- and more importantly, Shilva's rock hard cock standing at attention, smeared in shit. It was a well sized thing- about ten or eleven in length and three in width not including the knot, which had yet to form. "F-Fuck, hey, uh, hey Shilva, hey boy, calm down now." The mouse took a cautious step backwards, thinking the fox had other plans for the prey- but to her surprise, Shilva took one step forward before falling back on his ass with a splat, shit flying in the air. "What the..?" Lacey relaxed some as the fox grasped at his own shit smeared cock, beginning to pump up and down, letting out short little grunts and moans as he half-humped into the air, tongue lolling back and drool dribbling down his cheeks. "Oh thank fucking God." The mouse knew she couldn't fight off a predator like that. Shilva kept at it for a few minutes like that, drooling and humping into his paw, but soon that wasn't enough for him. The retard slowed down for a few moments, his tiny brain wondering why this wasn't as good as it could be. Finally, it hit him. "Poo-ooopy!" He let out a squeal as his other paw got to work, plunging into the pile of greasy shit he was sitting on and shovelling handful after handful down his gaping maw. The mouse let out a noise of disgust as the fox scarfed down his own shit, feces streaming down the sides of his cheeks as he struggled to swallow the amount he shoved in. Little pieces of wet logs slid down his fur, forever ruining any positive image Lacey might have had of the fox. One doesn't soon forget a person shoveling shit down their throat. Shilva's humping got a little more tense, and his chewing became louder and louder as he had to force his panting through the mouthful of shit. His cock tensed up, the knot swelling- "E-Errrrggnfff!" He let out a pent up squeal as he bucked into the air, cock throbbing and letting jet after jet of pearly white cum spray into the air, torrenting over the fox and the mouse. Lacey stood there in shock as she watched the sheer amount of seed spray out of one man's balls- is that even possible? She barely noticed as the tainted seed sprayed her breasts and face, soaking his own crotch and fist. He finally settled down a few minutes later, after spewing what had to be more than a few gallons of cum across the room. The mouse stood there, stunned as Shilva giggled a little. He got on all fours, lifting his thick ass in the air before plunging his head into the pile of shit, snarfing down the refuse with glee. It certainly was a nice ass, even smeared in a thick brown paste. Lacey had to hold back her vomit as she slowly backed away, closing and latching the door behind her. "F-Fuck..." She muttered to herself, leaning against the door as she heard the fox continue on, moaning and giggling to himself as he noisily ate his own shit. "I can't believe that used to be a person." She took a few seconds to calm herself before straightening up. She'd have Claire clean it up when she got in. For now, she really should check in with her associate. "Chris?" She called out, sighing as she began to check each room for the mouse. "Chris, we, uh, well... Shilva has a problem! I might need some help handling him later." Finally she reached the end of the hallway, pushing open the door. "Chris, you in here? I need-" She dropped off suddenly, stumbling back a few feet. "Oh my god." The vixen's diaper was a disgusting mess, entirely brown and leaking everywhere in the room, piling up on the floor in a brown ooze. It was smeared across her breasts too, and she was actively licking a pile in her hand- but that wasn't the disgusting thing for Lacey. No, the disgusting thing for Lacey was Chris- the mouse had his back turned to her, and was half-squatting above the ground, moaning as he filled his bloating pants with shit. The brown sludge was oozing down his legs and into his shoes, and threatening to tear his pants. "Chris? What the fuck!" The male turned around yelping in surprise- the front of his pants were open, and the mouse had a massive log of shit in his mouth, half-mushed as he chewed and gurgled it. His cock was hanging out, his free paw feverishly rubbing shit on it. The surprise must have sent Chris over the edge, because the dumb rat let out a single cry before his balls tensed up, cock throbbing and setting jet after jet of milky white cum all over Lacey and his own belly, distended from shit as it was. His seed mixed with the drool soaking his tummy and with Shilva's seed spattered across Lacey's breasts. Lacey backed away slowly as Chris stared at her, a dumb, happy smile on his face as he gargled on his shit and smeared it across his belly, happy and mindless as can be. The female glanced at the empty beaker of solution and figured it out immediately. "Fuck, Chris..." The poor bastard must have drank the last solution they'd come up with. Lacey wasn't immediately certain what to do- it would be a little while before anyone else arrived. Hide Chris? Get help? She knew that Chris was done for. Fuck. "Alright Chris, come on, follow me, let's get you fixed up." She knew she had to do it. She lured the other mouse out of the room with a series of babytalk and clapping her hand, almost like attracting a dumb feral. In a way, she supposed, he was a feral. She finally made it into the main storage room, where they kept all the diaper supplies. "That's it boy, come on now. Roll over!" Chris stayed on all fours, drooling and giggling to himself. Fuck. He probably didn't understand a word she said. "I said roll over, Chris!" Chris stared at her blankly. Fuck. Lacey approached the mouse, gently guiding him to his back and getting between his legs, tugging his pants off bit by bit. Every time she yanked, a little more shit oozed out of his pants, piling up in a greasy pool around his legs. Lacey crinkled her nose, but she'd seen worse- she kept pulling until it finally slid off in one go, pounds of shit spilling out onto the ground. Chris sat up in it with a squelch, giggling and starting to smear it across his body. "Fuck!" She yelled, startling the mouse. "No! Bad!" Lacey grabbed Chris by his arms, dragging him away from the shit and grabbing a massive pair of diapers from the cabinet, not even bothering to wipe his shitty ass before plopping it down in the padding. He could get a proper cleaning later, when Claire comes in. For now, she was just going to save his pants and save the ground, for the most part. Chris cooed to himself, burbling and licking the shit off his paws as Lacey folded the top up, bringing the tape to the front and pressing it down firmly. "There we go, Chris. You're... well, you're taken care of, for now." Chris paid no mind to her, crawling over with his newfound diaper and plunging his face into the pile of shit. Lacey stared in silence for a moment before putting her head in her hands, calming her breathing. Fuck. To think she liked this guy- used to, at least. He was fucked for good- who would she report that to? The police? His family? What they were doing here wasn't exactly morally bad, but it wasn't exactly legal, either. The government set it up, so they would look the other way, but it also meant they were no help if there was an accident. Detaining people against their will or the will of their proper guardians was against the law, even if those people were only being helped. She didn't have time to figure out how to hide it or what to do- she heard the door click open on the far end of the hall, and the tell-tale clicks of Claire's signature flats clacking down the marble floor. It was against regulation, but since it was the only stylish thing Claire ever wore, no one ever gave her shit for it. Lacey considered calling out for her, but hearing Claire's cry of disgust at Shilva, she thought it might be best not to. She finally made her way over a few minutes later, hands covered in shit and steaming. "Lacey, you motherfucker! Why the hell did you just leave Shilva like that?" Claire wasn't an unattractive dragon, but it was like she did her best to hide it. She wore thin-rimmed round glasses on her purple snout, golden eyes half hidden behind a haircut only a librarian could love. Underneath her labcoat she wore a beige turtleneck which did little to hide her breasts, but at the same time made them almost unremarkable. She was the epitome of bookish librarian, on the verge of sexy but not quite there. Lacey didn't really respond to her- normally she might have had a bullshit excuse, but all she had to do was give a tired glance towards Chris, and the dragon changed from flustered annoyance to shock. "Chris? What the... Lacey?" The dragon took a step forward then two steps back, uncertain if she should approach for help or be disgusted. Lacey sighed, heaving to her feet. "I need help cleaning his mess up, then the vixen's. Sorry about Shilva- I was going to ask Chris to help but, well.. I think he accidentally drank the formula." "Wow, I... wow. I don't know, you know we can't-" The dragon dropped off, but Lacey nodded. "We have to figure something out." "I know, but... wow. I don't know." "Could we... maybe... we have an extra room. No one will be asking for him." Claire stared at Lacey in shock, a hand up to her snout. "You don't..." The mouse shook her head. "No other choice." The dragon opened her purple mouth to respond, but couldn't find any words. Lacey was right. There really was nothing else to do, was there? She stood there in silence for a few minutes, soaking it all in before snapping to action. " "Right. You go prepare Chris' room, and I'll clean up the shit here and make sure he doesn't make it worse." Claire immediately went for a scooper, while Lacey hesitated a moment before heading off. Claire sighed and started scooping up the crackling mess of shit, looking up at Chris sympathetically. "God, you poor guy. What were you thinking, huh?" The mouse gave her a blank look, bubbling his spit up and giggling. The dragon sighed. "I guess you don't think anymore, do you?" She continued to shovel up the brown slop into a biohazard bag, tying off the top of the first before beginning on the second. She paused after a few minutes though, hearing a bubbling fart erupt into his diaper. She glanced up at Chris with a look of disgust as the mouse returned her glance with a giggle, suckling on his thumb. Fart after fart erupted in his diapers, splattering the inside with grease before his eyes rolled back, and he finally let out what he needed to. Chris spread his legs as the middle of his diapered butt bulged out, shit gathering in a small ball at first before exploding outwards, sagging and dampening as a brownish grease soaked the plastic through. Claire couldn't believe her eyes- the mouse was pushing out almost impossible amounts of shit, greasy logs making his diaper swell and sag at an almost exponential rate. A small hissing sound joined the cacophony of sounds exploding from the mouse's ass, but that went unnoticed as Claire heard a happy burbling. She spun around to see the vixen crawling on all fours into the room, having escaped the confines of her own room. Shit trailed across the ground as they slipped from the cuffs of her diaper, plopping onto the ground. The dragon stepped back- this was disgusting, but a certain scientific curiosity gripped her. They had never had one of their subjects interact with another before outside of tests. The vixen giggled some, and Chris giggled back, staring at her. She gave him a wide smile before sniffing, moaning as her paw plunged into her diaper, cupping between her legs. The vixen closed her eyes, plunging her face into the mouse's expanding rear, moaning and whimpering as she sniffed and licked at the diaper hungrily. Claire wasn't certain if she should be taking notes on the interaction or vomiting- she never once thought that she might see something so revolting. The mouse finally ran out after a few moments, logs just beginning to peek from his waistband as the vixen started trying to bite her way through the plastic diaper. "Oh, no you don't." The dragon yanked the vixen away by the scruff of her neck, much to the temporary dismay of the fox. She let out a cry, pouting, but as with all things, she quickly forgot about Chris, crawling out of the hall and into the breakroom. Claire decided to let her go for now- she had to finish cleaning up and get Chris into his new room- his new world. What harm could a retarded diaper shitter do? Claire sighed to herself, shaking her head and guiding Chris up to his feet. She could take care of the shit on the floor later. Come on, Chris," she said, "Let's get you to your new room. It's almost time for the tests- we'll let you host it!" Chris let out a happy noise of some sort, and Claire couldn't help but smile. Chris must have remembered what a big deal it was to host the tests, at least to the tards. It took a minute, but she finally dragged Chris into the previously empty room, where Lacey was just finishing up with the crib. Its walls weren't nearly as high. The mouse caught the dragon's quizzical look as she came in. "Chris doesn't seem to have it so bad." She explained herself before the dragon even had time to pose the question. "I figure he won't be as much trouble- and it means we can use the extra cage add-ons to keep the subjects in one area while they go through their tests." The dragon nodded- it made sense. She lead Chris into the crib, unable to stop herself from smiling as his diaper squelched while he sat down in it. "He's a big shitter, just like the vixen." The mouse nodded in agreement. "I'll head out and get the other two." She said as she walked out the door. She let out a yell of surprise and anger, and Claire ducked out of the room to see what was the matter. The vixen had begun digging into her shitty diaper, and now shit spilled everywhere on the break room floor. The fox was flinging shit on the walls, smearing it on her face, and even managed to make one decent sized log plop into the coffee pot. Claire and Lacey didn't notice, busy as they were trying to keep the vixen's paws from her poopy diaper and drag her into Chris' room. "God, I still can't believe how much you can produce, honey." The dragon ruffled at the vixen's head, chuckling and shaking her own head. She didn't really mind it- it was disgusting, yes, but also interesting from a scientific standpoint. Lacey was less amused. "Yeah, yeah, you can weigh the diaper if you want, wing-brain. But I'm going to make you change at least one of them- we can't exactly make Chris do it anymore." The mouse said, crossing her arms. Claire's grin faded as she realized just what Chris' loss meant. "God, well... fuck, I guess we do have to. Don't we?" The dragoness sighed as the mouse went for the vixen, leaving her with Chris. God, this didn't seem right... just yesterday she was crushing on the little guy, and now... Chris looked at her with a mindless grin, legs splayed in the air as he added to the diaper's load. Claire couldn't help but gag. She undid the straps of the diaper, lifting the male's ass in the air as she tossed the diaper aside, to be taken care of later. She started to wipe at his ass, gentle, slow strokes sliding the shit off his fur, then another stroke to disinfect the pelt. It became like a rhythm, and before she realized it, she had sat his ass down in another pair. She started on his front end, smiling as Chris cooed- before realizing that his shaft was swelling up. "Fuck no, fuck that. I'm not going to deal with that." She scolded the mouse as if he could understand her, but he drooled and babbled on anyways. Shaking her head, the dragoness continued as slowly as she could, careful to avoid the cock, but still she couldn't stop that shaft from growing to full size. Chris' paws dropped down to take advantage of this, but Claire was having none of it."No. No! Bad Chris!" She leaned forward, pinning his wrists to the ground with relative ease- despite his retard strength, she was still a dragon and he was still a mouse. He began to whine, humping into the air, his cock bobbing with each thrust. Claire groaned, looking up at Lacey- she was already done with her charge, and yet the dragon was only halfway through. The mouse was looking over with amusement at the two. "Careful, Claire! He gets pent up pretty quick!" She said. She should know- she was still sporting the cum from earlier that morning, the pearly white seed on her face and breasts. The dragon growled at her. "Look, I think I know what I'm-" She was cut off as Chris let out a moan- apparently, he didn't even need physical stimulation anymore. Claire looked back in shock at the throbbing shaft as it sprayed wave after wave of pearly white mouse seed onto her face and breasts. She was too stunned to do anything, and it was a good thirty seconds before the mouse relaxed, groaning and giggling as Claire dripped with his cum. Silence hung in the air for a few seconds before Lacey let out a quiet giggle. Claire snarled in response, wiping some cum off her scales before finishing Chris' diaper up. She stood in the air, shaking her head and grabbing the mouse by the scruff. "Let's get the tests started and get it over with, so I can get back home and shower." Lacey nodded, leaving the room to fetch Shilva and the vixen. It was a few minutes before they got all the subjects gathered in one area, fencing them off in a corner of the room with the leftover bars from Chris' bed. They sat side by side, each diaper clean, and each chest soaked. Claire stood in front of them, hands behind her back. "Okay!" She said, clapping her hands together to get their attention. The vixen looked up, but the other two were too busy sniffing her diapers to pay attention. Claire growled a little, and clapped again. "Okay!" She said again, louder this time. The two males jerked to attention, staring at the pretty dragon in front of them. "Alright, time for the daily tests! Chris- you're new to this, but I expect you'll catch on rather quickly. You created most of them, after all. Lacey, ready with the charts?" The mouse nodded at the dragon's words, holding up her clipboard and pen. Claire nodded. "Alright," she said, "Time to begin!" Lacey dug into a cabinet and pulled out a simple device- a plastic hammer, a round peg, and a block with three holes to pound that peg into. "Alright, we'll start with the usual!" Lacey said as she set the toy down in front of the vixen. "Remember what we taught you, girl? Take the peg..." She trailed off, wanting to see if the vixen could remember what they established yesterday. The retarded female fox giggled a little, clapping her paws together and grabbing the peg. "Good!" Lacey said, clapping her hands in encouragement. Claire doted behind her, a bemused smile stretching her scaled maw. "Now, take the hammer, and..." To the mouse's frustration, the vixen didn't take the hammer- she put the peg in her mouth and started chewing on the plastic piece, drool dribbling down her chin as she gnawed at it. "No! The hammer!" The mouse pointed directly at the hammer-- a direct breach of protocol, but understandable in her frustration with the vixen's utterly braindead reactions. The vixen let out an 'ooooh', giggling and letting the peg drop from her mouth as she took the hammer. "And now..?" Lacey prompted the vixen gently. The vixen stared at the hammer, eyes crossing as she tried to focus on it. She took the hammer in the air and started hitting herself in the head, giggling with each impact. "Bouncy! Bouncy!" She cried between giggles, a lump forming on her head as she continued. Lacey growled to herself as the dragon snickered behind her. Claire reached over, taking the hammer from the vixen while Lacey grabbed the drool-covered peg and the untouched block. "Test 1, failure as usual." spoke Lacey out loud as she scribbled it on the clipboard. "Moving to Test 2." Now Claire took out a small whiteboard and a dry erase marker, holding it in front of the tards. The two males seemed to not be paying attention, but the dragon couldn't care less at this point. "Alright, vixen! What's one plus one?" Lacey said as Claire wrote the numbers on the board. The vixen stared at the funny black squiggles for a few second, blabbering an incoherent answer. "Not a good answer- use your words, I know you know some!" The mouse prodded her just a little with her foot. The vixen scrunched up her face, her nose wriggling cutely as she fell into deep thought. After a few seconds she let out a gleeful squeak. "Poopy!" She said as she bounced up and down in her diaper, breasts jiggling with each bounce. "Is poopy, lots!" It was Lacey's turn to giggle as the tard humiliated herself without realizing. "That's not even a number, silly!" The mouse mocked the vixen gently while Claire erased the numbers. It was hard to believe the vixen was once someone that could at least count to ten. "Alright, let's try again! Two plus two!" Claire scribbled the letters on the whiteboard as the vixen's face scrunched up. She was really trying hard this time, wanting to make the nice lady with big ears super happy! "Fuh... fff..." The two scientists leaned forward, eyes widening as the vixen stammered. Was she actually making progress? "Fart!" The vixen finally yelled in triumph, leaning forward and letting out a noxious burst of gas. Claire and Lacey sighed as the eggy scent hit their noses, coughing a bit at the fumes. The vixen seemed to enjoy the smell of her fart, giggling and sniffing the air. Chris and Shilva did, too- they both came out of their drooling stupor long enough to plant their noses on the white rump of the vixen's diaper, sniffing and moaning. The vixen wasn't done yet- much to the scientist's dismay, she leaned forward again, cheeks turning red as she pushed. The two tards burying their faces in her ass squealed with joy as the bottom of her diapers swelled up, turning brown as coils of shit crackled into the plastic. They licked and nibbled at the growing rump as the vixen sighed, eyes rolling back as the front of her diaper swelled as well. The retarded female was letting loose- she liked sharing all her special brown and yellow stuff with her friends! Not that she could name 'brown' or 'yellow'. Lacey sighed, shaking her head. "Alright, Test 2 failure." She wrote the same on her board as she did for test one as Claire put the boards away dejectedly. It was the same thing every day- they never passed the tests, if they could even be convinced to participate them in the first place. Later in the day they'd try the newest batch of 'cure' they came up with, but that never helped either. Sometimes they wondered if the retards were hopeless, but they quickly stopped that type of thinking-- they were getting good grants for this work and so shouldn't give up so easily. It was guaranteed income for at least five years. "Alright Claire- let's get her cleaned up and take a break, yeah?" Lacey suggested, and the dragon agreed with a weary groan. "God, I miss Chris already." Claire said, rubbing her temples. "The little freak loved changing diapers, or at least he always volunteered." Lacey giggled a little as she laid the vixen on her ass with a squelch, pulling the tabs off the sides of the vixen's diapers. "Yeah, I'll miss that too. I... kinda liked him being around, you know?" Claire rose her eyebrows, grabbing a fresh diaper as the mouse cleaned the vixen's filthy ass fur, a disposable wipe only cleaning maybe a fifth of that round rump. "You liked Chris?" Claire chuckled, sitting down next to Lacey. "God, this has gotta suck then, hasn't it? I liked him as a friend, but..." She trailed off, shaking her head. "He was too dumb for me-- I mean he was smart yes, but I'm on a different level. We never would have worked. Besides," She sniggered a little. "Predator-prey relationships never work out, do they?" Lacey shook her head, scraping the last of the brown gunk from the vixen's fur and tossing the used wipe in the discarded diaper off to the side. "No, I suppose not." She said, lifting the babbling fox's ass up and sliding a diaper securely beneath it. She set her down, spreading her legs and bringing the padding up, holding it secure as Claire came in to secure the tabs. "No," she continued her thought. "Usually ends up with a breakup at best. Eaten at worst." It wasn't unheard of for relationships to end in devoured prey-- whether a night in the bedroom gone wrong or a vindictive predator hurt by cheating. Luckily for the predator, and unluckily for the prey, eating other furs, while frowned upon, was not illegal. The mouse finally set the vixen down, who rolled to her feet and crawled to the two mindless males, who had curled up together in a nearby corner. It would be cute, if it weren't for the fact that they were grown men. Claire watched them regretfully before shaking her head, standing up and helping Lacey to her feet. "Well... coffee break." Claire said, chuckling gently. "Federally mandated, as if they would enforce it if we didn't." Still, it was nice to take a break from the retards for a while, pretend that they had a normal job. Lacey and Claire made their way to the break room, which still was smeared in shit from the vixen's earlier escape. "Fuck!" Lacey exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. "You look away for one goddamn second..." Claire laid a calming paw on her shoulder, taking in the scene with a look mixed of horror and interest. The vixen had managed to get shit on the ceiling, all over the utensils- there was even shit on the coffee pot! The dragon blinked, approaching the pot and wiping it off with a nearby rag. "Well, luckily nothing got inside the pot. It's still good to drink." Claire commented. "At least nothing got inside the pot." Lacey shot back sardonically, shaking her head and grabbing two mugs. "Tastes like shit anyways, what would the difference be?" The dragon chuckled and shrugged-- it was true. Despite the massive grant they had, they still weren't supplied with anything more than the bare minimum quality coffee. The mouse poured the mugs and set the pot back on the boiler, looking away just before the vixen's mostly-dissolved log bobbed to the surface. The two looked at each other with tired eyes before clinking their mugs. "Cheers." Claire said before tipping her head back, chugging the black brew without any hesitation. Her face crinkled up. "This tastes like shit." Lacey chuckled, shaking her head and grabbing the hazelnut creamer from the counter, popping the lid off and pouring it in her own cup before taking a sip. "Always does, hun. That's why you gotta put in the creamer first." She took another sip as Claire chuckled to herself, sighing. "I guess you're right." The dragon sighed and got a second cup, pouring in some creamer and downing it again. "Much better." Lacey smiled at the dragon, and they drank in silence for a few moments, a strange, absent-minded quiet settling over their bodies. Claire finished the dregs of her third cup but didn't reach for her customary fourth; the coffee addict had fallen into a kind of mindless daze. Lacey was falling into the same, but she reached for the pot, intent on grabbing a second cup. Something in the pot grabbed her eye-- it was the soft remains of the vixen's shit. The mouse let out a horrified gasp, letting her mug drop to the ground. She knew what was going to happen. "Fuck! Fuck, fuck, f-fuck..." She could feel it even now; her mind was getting hazy and unfocused, and her movements were becoming rough and unrefined. "Fuck! Cl-Care, Care are, are you..?" She mumbled, her eyes drooping as she started to approach the dragon. The dragon's knees were buckling inwards, and she was slumping forward. Drool gathered on her lips as she began to babble to herself-- the poor reptile didn't' even realize it had happened before she was gone. Lacey knew that they were lost. Claire let out a wet fart, and the mouse knew what she had to do. "Don't... wor... ree, I'm..." Lacey tried to force out the words, struggling to hold onto her language until the last. "I"m..." She made her way to the cabinet, pulling out two pairs of plastic diapers. She looked at them for a moment, a strange feeling of amusement washing over her. So... so crinkly. Meanwhile, Claire saw what the mouse was doing and let out an ecstatic gurgle, her tail swishing in happiness- it knocked over a few cabinets, but she didn't care. She needed that diaper, and needed it now! The dragoness started to pull and yank at her pants and panties, and in seconds the fabric was torn to shreds, deposited to the side in a heap. The mouse got ahold of herself, shaking her head and making her way to the dragon, whose legs were already beginning to become damp with piss. "I'm... no mess." That was the best she could manage to speak, falling to her knees as Claire did. She unfolded one of the diapers and wrapped it around Claire's waist, pulling the tabs tight. Lacey sat down in her own padding just in time, pulling the tabs tight as she forgot the reason she was putting them on in the first place. "Poo... poopy!" She exclaimed, giggling as she began to push out the first of many, many loads to come, squeaking as the brown sludge coiled into her diaper. The white plastic began to bulge out, turning a sickening greenish brown as her diaper filled to the brim. Just five minutes ago she would have cared, but now she reached inside her diaper, scooping out a handful of the chunky sludge and smearing it into her breasts. The mouse giggled with glee as it soaked through her blouse, mashing her fur with shit. As the mouse dirtied herself and played in her own shit, Claire was reacting a little differently. She stood there at the counter, groaning and shivering in pleasure as she strained to push out each log. A faint crackling filled the air as the dragon unloaded into her diaper, the previously white rear quickly turning brown with noxious ooze. The flood of scat pushed up her front, covering her groin as her diaper seat sagged. She didn't know what was happening, but she loved this new sensation, letting out a cry of pleasure as a mushy rim of brown filth smushed out over her plastic waistband. Her legs bowed a little more as she closed her eyes, rubbing at the front of her diaper as yellow piss began to flood and soak the plastic. It swelled up between her legs, pushing them apart. The retard did give it a try, but she couldn't seem to keep her balance, and came crashing down onto the floor with a squelch. She seemed stunned for a moment, but the mushy mass of shit oozing from her waistband quickly distracted her again. "Diapee! Poopy diapee!" She cried, using the only two words she could remember. Or at least the only two words she deemed important. In her head, her brain was rotting away just like everyone else's, turning into a grey pasty mush. However, unlike everyone else, the shitty remains of her brains weren't getting properly flushed out her ass-- hers was far too large for that. Instead it remained there, more like shit than a brain at this point, giving her a distinct smell of rotten feces. It also had a different effect- while everyone else thus far had managed to retain some amount of intelligence, however base, the mere presence of the mush in her head seemed to keep the dragon in a mindless stupor. She eventually fell back on her rapidly overflowing diaper with a squish, jaw slack as drool oozed down her jaw. She didn't react at all, didn't think to-- she couldn't think to. The tape on her diaper began to strain, and the dragoness looked down at her rump with a dreamy smile. She loved those plastic retard pants; they felt amazing, and they kept all that tasty, thick shit close to her body! Even she could see that if nothing changed, it had three, maybe four nice sized logs before it would come apart entirely, spilling that brown goodness all over the floor. She thought a few seconds. Too much poopy... means no more diapee... then she had it! Claire happily plunged a scaled claw into the front of her diaper, fishing out a clay-like chunk of shit. She noticed with an almost erotic pleasure that her diaper seemed a little less likely to tear apart-- it was working! The dragon never wanted that diaper to come off, those plastic retard pants were her favorite things in the world. The retard felt that she deserved a reward for figuring out the difficult problem of the diaper-- and what better way to celebrate than to eat the shit she had to pull out of her diaper anyways? Claire let out a happy burble before shoving the handful of shit into her mouth, letting it dribble over her chin as she chewed with her mouth open. The taste, to her at least, was absolutely wonderful. There was nothing else in the world that could match the strong, nutty appeal of fresh shit, nor the addictive drive that came with eating it. She swallowed, and after a second's pause began to shovel mouthful after mouthful of shit into her maw, sloppily chewing and swallowing almost nonstop. Her stomach began to bloat up just a bit, scales straining as the dragon raced to eat shit from her diaper faster than she replaced it. She only stopped when she finally emptied her bowels- the mushy shit still ringed her legs and her waistband, but her retard pants would live to see another few hours, and her seemingly bottomless lust for shit was proved to have a limit, at least for now. Finally bereft of admittedly tasty distraction, Claire focused her attention outside herself for the first time since she drank that coffee. Immediately her attention turned to the next best thing to her own retard pants; the well used diaper wrapped around the waist of the mouse next to her. Lacey was drooling on herself, rocking and squishing the mess in her diaper with pleasure, and at that moment nothing looked better to the dumb dragoness. Claire heaved herself to all fours and crawled behind Lacey, staring at her heavily used diaper in awe. The mouse didn't notice her, and each rock back and forth sent the mess in her diaper just over the edge. It wasn't enough to make it fall out, but the rhythmic sight was calming to Claire, sucking her in. She sat there for a good few minutes, simply staring and drooling a puddle onto the floor, but the retard couldn't hold herself back forever-- Claire plunged her muzzle into the back of Lacey's diaper, slobbering and drooling over the browned fabric with grunts of pleasure. Lacey let out a squeal of surprise, looking back to see her friend worshipping her diaper with gusto. The mouse giggled, rubbing the drool coating her chest on her face as she watched the dragon. "Silly! Diapee draggy!" She cried, mushing her mess even faster. She liked making her friend happy, and rocking back and forth was pretty fun already. The two retards occupied themselves this way for a while, the dragon worshipping that massive diaper so tantalizingly offered to her, and the mouse eager to share her poopy with her friend. Eventually though, the vixen became bored, stuck as she was in a room with two mindless males, and came crawling out into the break room to see where the nice girls in white coats were. She let out a happy cry as she finally found them, all full of poopy and pee and wearing big retard pants, just like her! The smart scientist people finally figured out how to have fun! Lacey looked up as the bare-breasted vixen crawled up to the duo. Her eyes fixated on the fox's pert nipples, and a previously unknown hunger gnawed at her stomach. The mouse smiled, giggling and crawling over to the vixen. The vixen smiled back at the drooling mouse. The vixen knew what the nice lady wanted, and offered her breasts freely. Lacey let out a happy squeak and latched on, groaning as she suckled at the vixen's nipples. Warm, sweet milk gushed across her tongue, and the pair relaxed, each happy and content to feed and be fed. They closed their eyes and slid to the ground, cuddling each other. They were like mama and baby, both happy in their new role. The vixen's milk was soothing to Lacey, made her want to think even less, and the vixen was happy to be useful to someone. In another life she'd been a mommy, and didn't know she missed that feeling, or had that feeling, until now. It felt natural for her to care for the mouse, but she wanted to care for everyone else! For now though, she was happy with Lacey. Not everyone in that room was entirely happy. Claire was left without her diaper to worship, and was in as cross a mood as the retard could manage-- it wasn't that cross, but she wasn't babbling quite as happily as she could have. She wanted a diaper! She was out of poopy to put into her own, and the mouse lady was feeding off the vixen! Just as her discontent became strong enough to compel her to do something about it, the wet crinkling of a heavily used diaper filled the air. Chris was crawling out of the room, having cuddled and kissed Shilva in his own slobbery way to his heart's content, and was looking for something else to do. He was certainly worse for the wear as compared to that morning. His chin and chest were absolutely soaked with drool, and his diaper dragged across the floor, leaving shit behind him in a half-smeared trial. His retard pants threatened to burst, but somehow they kept together. His hands and muzzle were stained a dark brown, with a tinge of yellow across his snout. Claire looked at Chris with a smile. "Bbhbbfffff!" She said, crawling towards the mouse. The mouse did not really recognize her as anyone except the nice lady who he came on this morning, but he knew he quite liked her. Maybe it was the way his pearly white seed looked on her scales. She seemed a lot more annoyed then, but now she was in a diaper like him! He crawled towards her too, and once she reached him she pulled him into a cuddle, licking him and giving slobbering kisses. He squealed, giggling as her kisses made their way down his belly, tickling him. He liked her better this way. Almost as if on purpose, Chris' diaper chose that moment to burst, a landslide of shit rolling out of his diaper in clay-like little balls and logs. Claire let out a squeal of happiness-- more poopy to eat! She closed her eyes and plunged her head in the massive pile, her scaled maw disappearing between the mouse's legs as she ate away at the pile. It slowly shrank, all packed away in the dragoness' stomach, and eventually her shit-covered head appeared again, nuzzled against Chris' balls. The mouse looked shocked, and his cock quickly hardened, bobbing just inches over Claire's head. The dragoness didn't notice until a bead of pre dripped onto her scales, but once she saw the throbbing erection, she didn't hesitate. Claire closed her eyes again and, with a mouth overflowing with shit, plunged down on Chris' shaft. The mouse let out a groan, bucking into Claire's mouth. She bobbed her head on his cock for a while, coating it with a mixture of drool and shit. She didn't seem to have any problem swallowing it to its base, even with its impressive girth. It was like her gag reflex was gone-- it had to be, to eat that much shit. Things went on like that for a while, and the room was full of suckling sounds, Lacey with the vixen's breasts, and Claire with Chris' cock. The male mouse's moans and whimpers were slowly growing in frequency and volume though, and it wasn't long until he was slamming into the dragoness' neck with no regard to her, moaning and squealing in pleasure. Claire, for her part, rather liked it, and deepthroated the cock with a sense of duty and lust. She recognized when Chris was starting to tense up, and pulled out just before the orgasm. The mouse let out a strangled cry, and his balls churned, spraying out jet after jet of pearly white seed all over the dragoness' grinning maw. Claire squealed with joy as she was soaked, the ooze dripping down her nose and teeth and onto her breasts. She didn't know why but she didn't care at all. In fact, it felt rather nice! She gripped the mouse's cock, aiming it more squarely at her breasts, and milked him for all she could. Finally his climax came to an end, and he lay there on the ground, panting in his ruined diaper. The dragoness simply giggled, smearing the cum around her face and breasts like it was a lotion, or a toy. That was how the police found them.

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Zarla walked into the second floor of the asylum with an irritated gait, hampered slightly by the oversized diaper the guys back at headquarters made her wear. She understood why-- none of the victims would cooperate at all unless they were worn-- but that didn't excuse the fact that they were so huge. The border collie walked into the break room with her arms crossed, surveying the scene. It was absolutely filthy. Shit caked the walls and floor, three days of piss and drool covering almost everything within reach. The poor diaper shitters had been locked in the compound for three days before the government realized no one was reporting any progress. In the middle of the room sat Claire. The dragoness wore an innocent smile, and was freshly cleaned. Her diaper was fresh, and her scales hadn't a hint of shit or piss on them. If she wasn't topless and sitting in a diaper, she might have passed for normal. Zarla stood in front of the dragoness, looking down at her with a kind of pity. Time to figure out what the hell went on. "Claire, it's, uh... it's good to meet you." She said. She wasn't sure how to question someone who had no mental faculties to speak of. "I'm going to ask you a few questions, okay? Just to... just to figure out what went down, okay?" Claire didn't say anything, she just smiled and stared off into space, drool dripping down onto her bare breasts. Zarla took this as permission to continue. The collie took a photo out of her breast pocket, holding it up to Claire's face. It was a picture of Shilva covered in shit from head to toe, his diaper off and ass arched in the air. In the background was a disgusted looking police dog with a slight bulge in his pants. "Do you remember this?" She asked gently, like she would a child. She got no response but vacant drooling. She tried again, with a little more force. "Do you know who this is?" Still no response. The border collie sighed, a blush warming her cheeks. The guys back at HQ weren't kidding-- you really did have to soil yourself to get their attention. Maybe it was a good thing the diaper was so big. The woman turned around with a disgusted resignation, waggling her diapered rear in Claire's face. The dragon perked up as the dog's tail raised into the air, and Zarla grunted, straining as the bottom of her diapers sagged. Log after log of firm shit crackled into the retard pants, turning them a deep brown and dragging them down her ass. Claire let out an excited squeal as the familiar hiss of piss filled the air, the front of Zarla's diapers turning yellow and swelling as she let her bladder loose. The collie turned around again, beet red. She hadn't done anything like that since she was a pup, and she just knew someone back at the office saw that. But she had a job to do. "Claire!" She snapped her fingers, and the dragoness looked up at Zarla as if it were the first time she noticed her. "Can you tell me who this is?" Again she held up the photo of Shilva, and Claire studied it long and hard. It was a few moments before Claire smiled up at Zarla. "D-Diiiii.... Diaaapeeeeee." She groaned out, as if it were hard to even speak that simple word. The collie raised an eyebrow. "Yes, diaper. He's wearing one, who is he?" Claire let out a frustrated grunt. "Diaaapee!" She said again, but this time she crawled out of the chair, trudging through the filth into the back of the room. She dug through a pile of used diapers for a few moments, and pulled one out. It was extremely used, just like every other one in the pile, and had the distinct stain of cum mixed in with all the other filth. Claire pointed to it, then the picture. "Diaaapee!" Something in Zarla's mind finally clicked. "Oh! The person in the picture wore the diaper you're holding!" The excitement of discovery was fleeting, as she realized that this would help the investigation with nothing. She decided to try again. This time, she held up a picture of Chris. His diaper was off too, but he was using it as a pillow. His maw was hanging open and filled to the brim with shit, a tongue sticking out the side. The mouse was rock hard, cupping his cock and balls as he chewed on the shit. "Do you recognize him? Can you tell me about him?" Again, Claire dug through the pile of diapers and pulled out another one, proclaiming for all the world to hear, "Diaapee!" Zaire rolled her eyes to herself in irritation, trying another. Every picture she held up-- Lacey nursing on the vixen, Chris sharing a shit kiss with Shilva-- garnered the same response, some quick digging and a diaper. This was going nowhere. After the sixth picture, she finally had enough. "God!" She yelled, throwing the rest to the ground. "Do you even have a brain at all?!" Claire giggled and shook her head, and as if to prove it let out a loud burst of gas. She lifted her diapered ass in the air and her diaper began to sag, turning brown as shit poured out of her ass. Its crackles filled the room, soon joined by a light hissing sound while the front of her retard pants swelled up to immense proportions. The retarded dragoness seemed pleased with herself as she filled her diapers up, playing with the drool on her breasts. The collie let out a frustrated growl, pacing the break room. She wasn't allowed out of the room until her shit was over or she got something useful out of the dragoness, whichever came first. Her eyes searched for anything she could use to distract herself, at least for just a moment before continuing on. Her eyes fell on a pot of coffee, and she approached it slowly. Everything in this room was at least three days old, and declared a biohazard by the government cooks who managed this place. But... it was coffee, what could be so bad about it? There was enough for a cup, and sure it was old as hell, but at the moment she didn't care. She opened a top cupboard, grabbing a green coffee mug and pouring the rest of the coffee from the pot. The collie regarded the coal black liquid with a bit of hesitation before knocking it back, eager to feel the familiar rush of caffeine. She almost immediately vomited it all out-- even for old cold coffee, this tasted like shit! Cheap work brands though, that's how they were. It wasn't a few minutes before she began to feel oddly lightheaded, but she brushed it away and gathered up the dropped pictures with degraded coordination. She stood back up and opened her mouth to continue, but instead of words, she let out a dumb giggle, followed by a splash of drool. A smile spread across her face, and she started to gurgle, drool bubbling down her chin and soaking her shirt. She crouched just a bit, groaning as another load of shit made its way out her ass and into her already used diaper. As she unloaded for the second time that day, Claire beamed at her. The dragoness had made another friend! Claire's paws plunged down the front of her pants, rubbing at herself before coming back up with a handful of shit. She began to smear it across her body, eating some with every handful. Zarla's nose twitched as the scent of exposed shit tickled her senses. Her mouth watered even more, drool like a waterfall down her breasts, and she crawled up to Claire with a planative whine. She opened her mouth, and the dragoness knew exactly what she wanted. The dragoness reached into her diaper again and pulled out a handful of shit, shoving it into the collie's maw. The collie squealed in delight, her diaper crinkling as that great bushy tail wagged. They were going to be great friends.