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When an inventor is trying to create something extraordinary, they will generally strive and strive towards it until it is either completed or their enthusiasm dwindles. In most cases, these people are either all or nothing; either the invention works or it is abandoned. It's rare that an inventor, when near to the finish line, will give up out of exhaustion. It's even more rare that he will stop development not because he has no will, but because he is content with the half-created concoction he made. Morgan was one of those cases. Morgan was always an eccentric person with the wildest aspirations, and one day, he decided that he would be the one to create a teleportation device. With no knowledge of the subject at all, he set to work. After years of tinkering around and numerous failures, he ran into a string of successes; an apple two feet, a computer ten feet. Soon he could transport any number of objects any distance he could think of. However, when it came time for trials on intelligent life, he failed. Miserably. The first person he tested it on was his good friend and colleague, a cute vixen who he had met at a coffee shop one day. She stepped into the device, said a happy goodbye, and with a bright light was transported into the other room. Morgan rushed to see if he succeeded, and at first he thought he had. The vixen stood in the living room, smiling, giggling and happy to see Morgan so excited. And then Morgan stopped as she began to push, short, tight farts filling the air as she happily unloaded into her pants. The teleportation was a success, but it made the user a retard. Horrified, Morgan sought the help of other women in his life. He would transport each one after he tweaked the machine, desperate to figure out what went wrong, and how he could fix it. Before a week went by, he found himself with an ever growing harem of drooling, diaper shitting retards. Before another week went by, he found himself quite content with their company. The wolf lounged on his couch, legs spread and balls hanging out of his loose shorts. He glanced at his teleportation machine in the other room and shrugged, yawning a bit. He'd get to it later. "Lizzy?" He called out. Morgan still enjoyed calling the ladies by their former names, even if there was no need. A bright-eyed vixen came bouncing into the room, topless and nude but for a freshly changed thick diaper. One might think her bright eyes were from her intelligence, but in reality she was the dumbest of them all; her bright eyes stemmed from the glaze that comes with utter retardation. "Crawl on my lap." He said. Lizzy dropped onto all fours and crawled to Morgan like she knew he liked, crawling onto his chair with him and straddling his lap. The wolf shivered as the vixen's body brushed against his tent. A week ago he might have hesitated, but that was then. Now, he pointed towards the tent, and Lizzy knew what to do. She gurgled a bit, smiling innocently and pulled his boxers down, letting his turgid cock spring free. Morgan guided her head to his tip like he did every time, smacking his tip against her lips before pushing her down. She choked and sputtered some but smiled all the while. She loved spending this kinda time with the wolfy, she thought the unwashed cock tasted amazing. The wolf wasn't exactly against taking advantage of this. She choked and gagged until the cock was all the way down her throat, and her nose pressed up against Morgan's crotch. He grinned, rubbing the at the outline of his shaft inside her, then pulled his hands back, letting her go at it. She started just like he taught her, closing her eyes and bobbing her head up and down on his shaft, slobber oozing onto his balls. He pulled her hair out of the way, no sound in the room but his moaning, her gagging and the wet, repetitive schluck, schluck, schluck of a well used throat. She started to explore, trying to figure out what made him happier, and cupped at his balls. He kicked a little, and her eyes lit up behind her eyelids. The vixen started to fondle them and started to turn around on him as she sucked, assuming a 69 position. She didn't know it was even a sex position, she was just trying to draw out the yummy white stuff even quicker. Morgan chuckled between gasps and moans, toes curling as the crinkly retard pants brushed at his nose. If this had been a normal girl he might have pleasured her some, but for she was here purely for his pleasure at this point. It was fair reward for taking care of her wasn't it? He didn't quite mind changing her poopy diapers, but he still figured he should get a reward. As the wolf neared closer and closer to his orgasm, the tard let out a groan, relaxing as she began to fill her diaper right on the wolf's face. Morgan didn't understand what was going on at first, just hearing the crackling and the crinkling, but the smell hit him at the same time as the sagging diaper. At first he had no clue what do. Should he pull back? Push her off? It wasn't exactly every day a wolf was confronted with an ever expanding shitty diaper pressing against his face as he was getting sucked off. Before he could decide properly, his thoughts fogged up, eyes rolling to the back of his head as the smell invaded his mind. The stench was just so overwhelming, so... good that he couldn't think properly through it. His body reacted intensely, his muscles flexing, hips bucking into Lizzy's throat with vigor. Lizzy, through her gagging at the sudden uncontrolled thrusting, realized that something she was doing was making the wolfy super happy. But what was it? Morgan's mouth slowly opened wide, tongue tentatively curling out and brushing against the shit-soaked diaper. Had he been thinking right he would have been disgusted at the taste, but the smell so altered his senses that all he wanted was more. Luckily for him, he got his wish. The retard pants swelled up more and more, pushing so fully into his maw that he couldn't even pull back or close his mouth. He was fine with this, moaning as he suckled on the diaper. The dumb vixen kept Morgan in her thrall, grinding her heavily soiled retard pants against his face as she slobbered on his cock, massaging and kneading it with her throat just like she'd been taught. After a few minutes of this the half-mindless wolf let out a cry into Lizzy's diaper, and he bucked into the air, tensing and whimpering as orgasm washed over him, his mind disappearing on him completely. Lizzy gagged in surprise, a few ounces of cum shooting from her nose to splatter the couch before she began to suckle it down. A crackling sound filled the air, and it wasn't Lizzy this time. Between each thrust in the air, the helpless wolf was straining, pushing out thick, warm logs into his rapidly distending underwear. Only when the logs began to poke out of his leg cuffs and his orgasm subsided did it stop, Morgan slowly coming back to reality. They both lay there, panting for a minute in post-coital bliss, before Lizzy rolls off him. Cum dribbles down her chin, making a trail on the floor as she waddles away, soiled diaper in tow to teach the others of her discovery. Morgan, for his part, let out an annoyed groan, the smell of his own shit hitting his nose at once. He couldn't quite remember what happened fully, but he remembered it smelled amazing and felt even more amazing... but now that he was fully conscious, he found himself with shit-filled underwear. Had it really felt that good, that he lost control of his bowels? Now he'd have to empty them into the toilet, put some anti-stain stuff in it, throw it in the wash... and if this became a regular occurrence? He'd be spending more time washing clothes than enjoying his girls! Unless... The thought occurred to Morgan that perhaps he didn't have to invest all that time into washing his clothes. After all, there was no one around here intelligent enough to judge him for it, and they all wore, too. It would be convenient, he liked the feel of it, and when he felt like working he didn't have to stop for any bathroom breaks. He blinked in confusion, his thoughts drifting to work for a moment. When was the last time he worked on the machine in earnest? He was always putting it off, and after that orgasm, recalling exactly how to work on it seemed a little harder. He pushed that line of thought out of his mind for the time being, shelving it for later thinking. For now, he got up, waddling his way to the bathroom to clean himself up. Tomorrow, he decided, he would go out and buy as many diapers as he could. He'd have to stock up for the next few months if he was going to properly enjoy himself. He yawned and pushed himself off the couch. After feeding the retards, which was a long process, he simply felt too tired to do much else. The wolf took one last regretful look at his machine and went to bed.

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Dawn filtered through the drapes onto Morgan's reluctant eyes. He yawned, rubbing them and sat up, trying slowly forcing himself into wakefulness. Minutes passed before he sighed, cracking his back and dangling his legs off the side of the bed, hoisting himself up to his feet. The wolf made his way outside his room, only to be greeted with a girlish giggle. One of his vixens was waiting outside his door for him, rubbing the front of her diaper idly. When she saw the wolf walk out she let out a squeal of joy, turning around and lifting her clean diaper in the air. The vixen looked back with her tongue lolling and closed her eyes, grunting and straining. The pure white of her diaper began to sag and turn brown, the crackling and rustling of the logs and diaper filling the air. The wolf began to tent up his cum-stained boxers as the vixen's diapers turned yellow in front too, swelling and sagging. Once it seemed the diaper could not hold any more, she stopped, and looking at Morgan for approval, she started to hump at the air, slapping the diaper against the ground with a wet smack. She giggled each time she did it, and giggles came from the nearby rooms, too. Apparently, this was the highest form of comedy for the retards. Morgan chuckled good naturedly and patted her on the head like a feral. "You were waiting for me to get up just to do that, weren't you?" He said, and she nodded though she likely didn't understand what he was saying. "Well, come on. That's just a sign that it's time for you to get a diaper change, isn't it?" The retard squeaked, and several heads peeked out of their bedrooms eagerly. The wolf shook his head and started his way down the hall. "Come one, come all, it's diaper changing time!" He yelled to the sound of eager crawling from across the house. Apparently, it would be a party. The wolf led the parade of padded retards down through the house, making several rounds until all of them were following, then made his way down to the basement, where he kept all the 'tard supplies. At one point he had called it his rec room, but all the pool tables had been pushed to the side and the television was unplugged. No one had come to visit the wolf in ages, so every surface was covered in diaper supplies. A massive pile of used diapers grew in the corner, getting bigger and bigger each day. Morgan kept telling himself that he was going to clean it up, but, like working on his machine, he never got around to it. "Alright everyone, get in a line!" He called out, sitting down in the middle of a rubber mat spread on the floor, pulling the first diaper out and getting it ready. Everyone, of course, did not get in a line, their stupid minds scarcely being able to comprehend it, let alone form one. Instead he just grabbed the nearest one, who happened to be Lizzy. She still wore his cum from the previous night, dried in her fur like forgotten shampoo. He chuckled, tickling her chin and slid off her diaper, pushing it to the side and putting a new one beneath her. He briefly considered wiping her, but instead just set her down, wrapping the new retard pants on her and taping them up. He gave her a little kiss on the lips and sent her on her way. This continued for the eleven other girls, each diaper a little more used than the last. It seems that while they waited they had a competition to see who could fill their diaper the most. Morgan only got to the last one just before it burst everywhere, not that he would have minded much. It was a struggle to heave it over to the diaper pile, but finally he was done, and he hadn't even gotten anything on him. LIzzy crawled up to him, nosing at his crotch, and the other girls followed suit, pushing against his ass, licking at his clothed balls. The wolf chuckled, scritching Lizzy's ears affectionately and pushing her away, along with the others. "No no, not now." He said, his cock starting to tent his underwear. "We can do that later. Right now, I got to go." A collective whine went up from the pack of retards and he chuckled, shushing them. "I'm going to go get myself some diapers, alright? Then I'll be just like you!" He frowned, looking among them for a second. "I'm leaving... Lizzy in charge." He pointed at Lizzy, in case any of them forgot who she was. "Do as she says!" He waded through the sea of retards, getting dressed and heading out for his diapers. He didn't have to leave anyone in charge, they couldn't get into much trouble. Besides, the one in charge couldn't get them out of trouble if there was any. He did it simply out of habit. However, Lizzy took those orders to heart, and, communicating in a way only someone as stupid as that group could understand, told them all the best way to get the white stuff out of the wolf. Morgan only felt mildly embarrassed as he went up to the counter with five packages of adult diapers, and decided to put his first pair on in the store's bathroom. It was a different experience, putting one on himself, and it took him a moment of adjusting before he felt comfortable to pull up his pants around the diaper. He decided that he quite liked the feeling of the plastic against his ass, and honestly it made him look rather well endowed. Pleased, he got in the car and made his way home to his loving harem of retards. When he finally pulled into his driveway and stepped onto the gravel, he was greeted with a scene from a zombie movie. A dozen drooling girls were all pushed up against his picture window, breasts pressed against the glass as they giggled, drooled and licked at the pane, eager for him to come inside. He chuckled slightly and slammed the car door shut, carrying his diapers. He hesitated for a moment, then shrugged, pulling his pants and shirt off to leave him nearly naked in his front yard. The only thing between him and felony nudity was a massive, puffy diaper. He figured if he was going to be dressed like his girls from now on, why not embrace it? He made his way down the walk to his front door, stepping around several days of uncollected newspapers, and walked inside. Immediately his harem rushed him, clinging to his legs and burying their faces in his plastic pair of retard pants. They seemed to be absolutely enthralled by it, stunned that smart people like the wolf could wear the things they wore. The girls ran their hands down it, gripped at it as if they hadn't seen it before while he waded through the sea of diaper addicts, eventually breaking free. They still followed him as he made his way to his lounge, shooting a temporary glance at his machine, sitting across the way and gathering dust. When was the last time he'd worked on it? He enjoyed his life right now, but didn't he have an ethical obligation to fix them up? But it was so much fun, and besides, ever since the orgasm last night he had difficulty even remembering what he did last on his machine. Soon the decision was made for him, as one of his vixens pushed him down onto the couch, clambering onto his lap. "Hey hey, Lizzy! Eager little vixen, aren't you?" He said, chuckling. He imagined that she pushed him down out of a want to cuddle with him, out of an affection for him, but really she just wanted that white stuff that came out of him when there was a diaper in his face. She'd taught all the other vixens what to do, and, in their own way, they all planned to get as much as the white stuff out of him today as he could, even if it meant pooping all their diapers and shoving it all over his snout. Lizzy kept clambering over him, trying to turn around so her ass was in his face, and eventually he gave up trying to stop her. If she wanted to lay on him that way, who was he to refuse? "Alright Lizzy, have it your way." He said as her diapered rump pressed against his maw. He chuckled again, rubbing her bum. Then he froze, a crackling noise filling the air. "Lizzy, are you..?" The wolf trailed off, eyes glazing over as the smell of shit filled his nostrils, numbing his thoughts and slowing them down. "Liz..zy, I, uh..." Just like that, he was gone. Morgan groaned, starting to hump into the air as his cock hardened inside his diaper. Lizzy squealed, and so did all the other retards once they realized what was happening. They all crowded forward to watch the pole tent up those white diapers, straining against their plastic prison. They all knew about the white stuff that came out, and they all wanted more. "Bluh, ah, uh, Liuhh, uhh." Morgan was babbling on and on, almost forming words at times but once he got close they fell apart, degrading into mindless babble once again. He couldn't think, he couldn't feel much other than pleasure. There was nothing going through his head at all, not one conscious thought to separate him from a feral. There was just pleasure, addiction and a pressure between his legs that he wanted to make go away. His hands groped at his crotch as Lizzy's filthy, shit-filled diaper enveloped his head, licking and suckling at the brown plastic. Every few suckles he could get a small mouthful of shitty goo, and he let out a squeal with each one, a jet of pre torrenting into his now swelling diaper. This went on for a little while, Lizzy pushing more and more into her diaper and Morgan pumping more and more pre into his diapers, and eventually it got to the point that the diapers were as swollen as they could be with pre, and began to leak. That wasn't what Lizzy and the retarded vixens wanted, however. While lapping up the pre leaking out of his leg cuffs could tide them over, they wanted the white stuff. Lizzy had the closest thing resembling an idea she could as she reached down, pulling the front of Morgan's used diaper down. She was rewarded with a smack in the face with a cock and a spurt of pre on her lips. She squealed, remembering just what to do. The vixen wrapped her lips around the tip of the cock, and another retard clambered over his legs, suckling and kissing at the base. Morgan's lazy eyes went wide for just a second, and he let out a series of pleasured, needy grunts. He humped into the air, pushing a little further into Lizzy's maw, and after a few moments he gripped the couch, squealing in pleasure as an orgasm wracked his body. He writhed and withered, globs of white seed jetting out of his cock like a fountain. Lizzy got a faceful of it, as did the retarded vixen sucking the base of his cock, and the rest of the crowd got a nice dousing as it rained down from the ceiling. Lizzy and the other vixen slid off of Morgan's body, satisfied for the moment with their dose of cum, but they wouldn't be filled for long. Morgan's eyes began to refocus, and he sat up in a moment of clarity. "What... is going... on..?" He murmured, struggling to put together coherent thoughts. He didn't get the chance to find out, because another retard shoved her diapered rear in his face and began to unload. His eyes rolled back, he let out a groan, and he was lost to the world again. Another set of grunts and moans joined the vixen's as the wolf began to unload into his own diaper, his hips rising up while his ass expanded with filth. Unlike all his vixens' diapers, however, his retard pants were unsecured. While the retard smushing her diaper across his face had no problem with leakage, his shit was starting to slop out the sides of the padding, oozing onto his couch. At first it seemed like he would simply soil the whole cushion, but Lizzy had a great idea! She crawled over to Morgan, licking a bit at the base of his cock, sniffing his balls, then plunging her whole head into the diaper, grunting and snorting as she sloppily sucked at and sucked down his shit, not gagging at all as she swallowed the greasy logs. The others quickly caught on, and before long he had half a dozen of them vying for a chance to feed out of his diaper like pigs at a trough. He didn't have to worry about his shit spilling onto his couch any longer, not that he was mentally alive enough to worry about such a thing. At the moment, the only thing he could think of was the diaper in his face, how great it tasted, how amazing the mouth around his cock felt. He licked and suckled at the plastic, starting to tear a small hole in it. Shit leaked from that hole directly onto his face, bit by bit, and he enthusiastically licked it off, shivering at the salty, earthy taste. Where was this all his life? It was all he knew, all he wanted, and he locked his lips with the hole, greedily suckling shit out as fast as it went in. His throat even bulged out a little with the rate he was eating, and squirmed just enough to inconvenience the vixen trying to suck his cock, disallowing her from sucking to the very bottom. This opened up a bit of a spot, and another vixen started sucking at his shit smeared balls, nosing and nibbling at his base every few seconds. Most people might have lasted a while like this, having came so recently, but Morgan was wired up from the taste of shit in his mouth and the scent of shit in his nose, and the vixens sucking his balls and cock only made things worse. He let out a wordless grunt, toes curling,and bucked into the vixen's throat. She coughed and spluttered over his cock as it began to throb and swell, spraying jet after jet of milky white cum into her throat, which she let drool down the shaft. The vixen at his balls giggled some, licking up the seed oozing down his knot before another retard pushed her aside, eager for her own turn at the balls. The first vixen whimpered some, but she quickly was satisfied swallowing a mouthful of shit from the wolf's diaper, nibbling at Morgan's asshole. The night continued on like this, the same thing over and over. There were enough vixens that there was a constant stream of diapers to fill, and there was nothing Morgan could do about it. He wasn't given a chance to recover, and with each climax a little bit of his brain melted away, succumbing to the pleasure that was diapers. Every thought he had was filled with the scent of shit, the sight of sagging diapers and drooling vixens. At some point, he began to buck into the air even between diapers, a constant stream of pearly white seed arching into the air and splattering against anything lucky enough to be in its path. The house was filled with Morgan's moans and grunts, and the smell of shit and cum filled the air. The vixens were insatiable, craving more and more of his potent seed, and within hours they were all coated with a layer of white, and their mouths with a layer of brown. Morgan's face was brown, too, his lust and need for messy diapers overriding any instinct he might have had about wiping his face off or keeping his fur clean. That didn't matter to him in the slightest; only cumming, the smell of more shit and the feel of a diaper against his muzzle mattered now. The day wore on into night, and then on to day again. The sun was beginning to peek over the horizon on the group, and as if by signal each vixen began to slow down and pass peacefully out. Lizzy's diaper was absolutely filled by then; it sagged low on her waist, dragging on the ground during the rare moments that she wasn't taking active part in the festivities. It left a trail of shit and pee in her wake, constantly dribbling out of her leg holes. It was a deep, almost emerald green with hints and streaks of brown that Morgan quite enjoyed. It was his favorite of all the diapers, though he loved them all almost impossibly sincerely. She sat on the edge of the couch, or at least as much as she could with her loaded bottoms, and looked around the room. Most vixens had cuddled together on the floor, using their diapers and their shit as blankets and pillows. It was cute, in a shitty way. There was one vixen who passed out while eating Morgan's shit, so her face was buried in the used diaper, half covered by the mountain of shit the male wolf produced. She ate in her sleep as the pile collapsed on her, so there was no danger. If anything, it was more enjoyable for her. Lizzy giggled a bit at the silly vixen, eating at the pile for a moment before she felt tiredness take over her, too. Rubbing her eyes, she crawled on top of Morgan, who was barely awake, and straddled him. Her diaper sat directly on his rock hard cock, which hadn't gone down all night. No diaper had been on his nose for almost five minutes, but he was still mindlessly licking at the air, his eyes still craving shit. His brain was empty, his mind was gone, and he was nothing but a drooling, retarded diaper addict. Lizzy giggled at the silly wuff and settled down on him, giving him a slimy lick on the nose. Morgan sneezed and smiled a bit, and they both settled down to sleep the day away.

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Two days later, Morgan was noticed missing, and the police were summoned to investigate the horrendous smell. They eventually entered the wolf's house, where they found the whole group in the middle of another orgy. After it was all sorted out, they ended up sending the entire lot to a mental asylum with a lab attached, where scientists wanted to study exactly what happened. The girls were paired off and given their own rooms, but since Morgan was the only male, he was given a random roommate. He was led in by a white-coated scientist, who gently pushed him into the lab room and shut the door behind her. Ever since the last accident, they were careful to do that. Morgan looked around with a slight whimper. It had been almost two whole days without a single diaper to sniff and worship, and almost an entire day without his cock being sucked! The wolf saw a simple room, mostly white for easier cleanup. There was a sink, a few brightly colored toys, and a big play pen that looked like it doubled as a crib. There was a pink fox sleeping there, but once he heard Morgan come in he sat up with a yawn. The fox looked like he might once have been handsome, but a few years in the asylum and many, many shit baths meant his fur was unkempt and untrimmed, and while it wasn't filthy, it wasn't well kept either. He wore a faded straightjacket but with the arms cut off, and a faded nametag over his heart. 'Shilva'. He flashed Morgan a winning grin and started to crawl over to the diapered wolf. His own diaper was pure white, freshly changed for the special occasion. Shilva sniffed at Morgan's crotch, then his belly, making his way up to Morgan's head, which was tipped in curiosity. The wolf wasn't sure how he felt about another male. So much testosterone, what if they had to compete over diaper ch--. Shilva booped Morgan's nose with his own and giggled. The wolf couldn't help but giggle with him, and all his half-formed worries were forgotten. The fox hugged the wolf, licking and nibbling at his nose and dragging him to the ground. They wrestled and hugged like that for a while, passing the time and getting to know each other bodies. At some point, Shilva's nose brushed Morgan's crotch, and all pretension went out the window. The pink fox started to sniff at the bulge between Morgan's legs, licking and nibbling at the plastic. Morgan tipped his head again, but once Shilva started to lick the bulge through the plastic, the wolf understood. His cock swelled up on cue, and it was only minutes before the wolf bucked at the fox's face, moaning as he blew his load inside his diapers, shitting himself at the same time. Shilva's eyes flew wide, and he eagerly undid the diaper, eager to get at that shit. If there was one thing Shilva remembered, it was how to undo a diaper. He plunged into the pile of logs, wet smacking sounds filling the air as he gorged himself on wolf shit. He straddled the wolf's body for better access, his diaper pressing against Morgan's muzzle. The taste went straight to his brain, overloading it with pleasure, and the fox found himself humping the wolf frantically, moaning between bites as he blew his own load, the plastic seat of his retard pants blowing up with log after log of shit. Morgan let out a cry of joy, kissing, suckling and licking at the plastic. It wasn't log before he made his way through the diaper, and a flood of shit splashed across his face, which he licked at eagerly. A scientist watched the two through the one way mirror. She was confident these two would get along just fine.