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Tracy's Treatment

By: Zrathie

The bottle's nipple pressed to the genet's lips, and he had no choice to suck the nipple. The fresh milk filled his muzzle with each suck. The genet looked up at the fox nurse who was feeding him this bottle. He was a red fox named Oscar. Oscar was his special nurse. Oscar looked down at the genet with a hungry, lustful expression.

"You must be thirsty Tracy." the fox said.

Tracy couldn't answer with a rubber nipple plugged into his muzzle. All he could do was swallow down gulp after gulp of the milk. The bottle was massive and contained at least a litre of milk. He breathed through his nose in between gulps. This was the second bottle, and he was beginning to have problems drinking the massive volume of liquid. Milk leaked from the corners of his mouth.

The genet continued to drink just as it was about to get too much the bottle was empty. Oscar removed the bottle and placed it on the table next to the other empty one. Tracy was lead into a padded cell by Oscar. His hand paws were bound into fists trapped inside pink glossy rubber mittens. He was at the local mental hospital, but he wasn't a patient there, but he had been "committed" by Oscar.

Tracy didn't expect to be diapered. This wasn't something discreet for bladder leakage it was a thick bulky diaper. The diaper was the thickest one they had. The bulky diaper had two inches of padding with pink plastic backing for added leak protection. The bulk around his waist was quite significant. Such a setup could handle five litres of fluid before needing a change. He had not tested that theory yet as the diaper was currently dry.

"Alright Tracy, I'm going to leave you here for a while so don't get up to any mischief," said Oscar.

Tracy just shot his special nurse a grin. He watched as the fox departed the small padded room and locked the door behind him. He was alone. What was the fox playing at? The genet looked around the room.

The room had glossy white padded walls and floor. They were made of a rubbery material. The flooring felt cold and smooth under the garnet's foot paws. The room had no windows, but there was a light fitted into a fixture on the ceiling providing light for the place.

Tracy paced the room doing a few laps. He butted the door it didn't even rattle thanks to the padding covering the inside of the door. The genet was indeed trapped. Tracy looked down at his mitts. The glossy mitts had no thumb and made his hand paws into useless balls. He couldn't remove his diaper by himself. If he had to go, it would be in the diaper.

The genet was locked in the padded room. Tracy was happy that he could walk around a bit. He walked around his cell a few more times. It must have been an hour or so when Tracy began to feel a twinge in his bladder. There was no way out of his diaper with the mittens securing he hand paws. The diaper was taped tightly around his waist. Tracy didn't want to wet his diaper with who knows how long before a change, so he held on. The urge to urinate was growing slowly.

Tracy's paws padded around the room. He shivered as the sensation in his bladder increased in urgency. Soon he would have to wet his diaper. The genet took a seat on the ground and looked at the floor. The thick bulk of the diaper felt strange. It was a sensation that the genet wasn't used to.

He noticed that in the centre of the room there was a drain built into the floor. If he could undo the tapes of the diaper, he could take a leak in the drain. Tracy pawed at the tapes holding his diaper around his waist. His hand paws were useless. The glossy rubber mitts slid effortlessly across the plastic backing of his diaper. The tapes held firm.

His bladder was very full now. Tracy looked up at the door hoping to see Oscar returning to let him out of his padding. The genet bit his lower lip as he squirmed as his bladder protested. He wasn't going to last much longer.

Tracy squirmed as he struggled to hold on. He could feel his taut bladder under his thick padding spasm. This was it, his bladder was going to have to drain into the diaper. He let go of his bladder, and a heavy urgent stream of urine flowed from his sheath into the dry padding of his diaper. He let out a soft groan of contentment at the relief emptying his bladder made him feel.

The diaper held up to the full payload of urgent genet piss. As Tracy's diaper soaked up his accident, the genet could hear a strange fizzing sound. It was coming from his diaper. He could feel bubbles coming out of the soaker pad at his crotch. It was quite weird, but Tracy dismissed it as a normal function of the diaper.

Unbeknownst to Tracy, his urine was reacting with a chemical that his soaker pad had been laced with. It produced a pheromone vapour that replicated the pheromones produced in an estrus reaction. The chemical vapour would flood raptors in his brain triggering a deep arousal response. The heat-scent would bypass his higher brain functions to stimulate his genitals by replicating an estrus reaction in his body.

Tracy started to notice an odd smell in the room. It was a scent that he just couldn't put his finger on. Whatever it was it was making him quite flushed. The strange smell was making him more than a little aroused.

At first, Tracy could ignore the pheromones reasonably easily, but the small room kept the scent concentrated in the air. It was made worse as more of the strong smell drifted up to his sensitive feline nose. His mouth began to water. His throbbing cock was starting to bother him. The delicate flesh brushed the thick padding of his diaper. Even as he kept still, he could feel every detail of the inside of his diaper with his thick genet prick.

On any other day, the prospect of masturbation in a diaper let alone a wet one would be utterly repulsive to him. The constant throbbing heat of his loins was taking a sledgehammer to his modesty. Still, he was trying to get a hold of himself. The pheromones were flooding his system. His body was primed for sex sperm production went into overdrive. His balls began to churn as his estrus response started to take the wheel.

Tracy batted at his erection with his glossy mitts. He was conscious that Oscar could walk through the door again at any time. Tracy had wanted him to return when he had a full bladder, but now he hoped that he wouldn't come back at least until after he took care of himself. His teasing touch was melting the last of his resolve.

Tracy needn't have worried about being caught. Oscar was already watching him. In a dimly lit security room, Oscar watched as Tracy was beginning to succumb to his lust. Oscar had no such reservations. He was crouched on a chair with his lube slicken hand paw slowly pumping his angry red rocket. The light from the large monitor made his canines from his open mouth glisten as he panted.

Oscar's plan was working. He moaned softly as he saw Tracy brush his mittens into the crotch of his diaper. No one could resist the pheromones, especially at such a potent dose. The wet sloping of his lubed pads filled the security room as he pumped away. He loved seeing Tracy pawing off in his wet diaper. He wouldn't last long with such a sight to motivate him.

Back in Tracy's cell, the genet was pawing at his trapped cock hoping to get off. It was slow going because of the thick padding muting the sensations. The pheromones in the air continued to fuel his lust. The mittens and the plastic backing of his diaper made a squeaking noise reminding him of how much of a slut he was being.

This was it. Tracy let out an almost famine moan as he erupted his kitty cream into his diaper. Serge after serge of his cum pulsed inside. It took some minutes to recover but when he did he realise what he had done. He had pawed off in a diaper sodden with his own piss. It was at that moment his rounded ear heard a noise at the door.

The door to the cell opened, and Oscar trotted in. He walked over to Tracy.

"Couldn't hold it for a couple of hours," said Oscar.

"I-It was all that milk." Tracy stammered.

"That's no excuse kitten. I thought you were a big boy." Oscar said.

Tracy turned his head away from Oscar.

"But you're just a big sissy kitten," Oscar added.

Tracy was about to protest, but the fox was right he had soaked his diaper.

Oscar escorted Tracy out of the room and down some hallways. The pair came to a treatment room. Inside the room was a large charging table that could fit someone Tracy's size. Otto patted the table to beckon the genet onto it. Tracy climbed up and lay down on the table.

Oscar retrieved a pair of latex medical gloves from a tissue box type dispenser. He snapped them on over his hand paws. Oscar undid the tapes securing Tracy's diaper. He pulled the front of the diaper down exposing the genet's sheath. The fur around his sheath and balls was still slick with his release. The acrid scent of urine mixing with the musky scent of cum wafted up to Tracy's noise.

Oscar sniffed in the scent, and he slowly licked his lips "For someone who didn't want to use their diaper you've seemed to have enjoyed yourself." Oscar said.

Tracy mewed in protest. There was no hiding his state from Oscar.

Oscar's muzzle turned into a grin. "There's no need to be shy. I bet you're really a diaper lover." Oscar said.

Tracy shook his head.

"Oh yes, that's what you are. Your accident got you all hot. So you had another accident this one a bit more creamy." Oscar said.

Tracy whined.

"I was going to let you out of diapers for the rest of the day, but since you creamed your diaper, I'll just have to give you a fresh one," Oscar said.

The genet whimpered.

Oscar set about changing the genet's wet diaper. He took off the old one and threw it in the trash. Oscar got a small tub and filled it with warm water from the room's wash basin he took a washcloth from a cupboard and returned to the genet. Oscar thoroughly cleaned the genet's genitals and his crotch area. He retrieved a towel and dried his special charge.

Oscar opened a draw in the cabinet at the side of the room. He took a tube of ointment out. He opened the cap and squeeze out a large dollop into one of his gloved paws.

"This is some diaper rash ointment, so you don't have to worry about getting a nasty rash from using your diaper," Oscar said.

The fox rubbed the greasy ointment around Tracy's tail hole brushing across the tight ring with his fingers. With another brush across his bottom, the fox moved on to his crotch. Running his hand paw to the left and the right of his sheath and balls.

Oscar added more ointment to his gloved paws. He used the fingers to spread out the lotion. Tracy jumped as much as he could as he felt a paw pad tipped finger push into the sensitive sleeve of his sheath. Oscar's finger was slick and greasy, so it slipped inside without resistance. Tracy started to breathe a little faster as Oscar's slick rubber gloved finger probed around inside.

Slick squelching noises emanated from Oscar's probing finger as in rubbed around Tracy's penis. The tight finger was pressed tightly between his penis and the inside of his sheath. The springy paw pad of Oscar's finger rubbed it's was around the genet tapered cock. Tracy couldn't help but grow aroused at such a sensation. His hardening penis forced out Oscar's probing finger with a slick pop.

Oscar cupped the genet's balls and continued his greasy massage. He gently squeezed and rubbed the ointment over his balls. The tip of Tracy's penis poked out from his sheath. Tracy was enjoying Oscar's attention and let out a soft groan of pleasure. Oscar took his gloved hand paw and pumped it around the genet's growing erection.

Just as Tracy was getting into it, Oscar took away his paw from around Tracy's cock. Oscar took one of his gloved paws and pinched Tracy's erection.

Tracy yelped in shock. "What the fuck?" he yelled.

"I won't have you use that kind of language with me," Oscar said. He released the genet's penis. The painful pinch had made it go flaccid again.

The fox retrieved a fresh diaper and wrapped it around Tracy's bottom. It was another pink one that he taped into place. Tracy was relieved he had a clean diaper on. He didn't like the idea of spending time in a wet one. Oscar stopped and ran one of his hand paws down the side of Tracy's muzzle.

"There we are. What a shy genet you are. You a good kitten for using your diaper." said Oscar. He turned to leave the room. A short time later he returned with a wheelchair. After some work, the fox had transferred Tracy to the wheelchair. He wheeled him down several hallways into a new room.

Oscar wheeled Tracy into a different treatment room. The fox set about preparing some feeding bags for his patent. He returned to Tracy and strapped in a feeding gag. The feeding gag was designed to have tubing attached that could force mushy food or fluids into a patents muzzle. Oscar hung a feeding bag on the stand and brought it towards Tracy. He attached a tube to the front of Tracy's gag.

Oscar clicked open the valve under the feeding bag the liquid inside flowed down the tube to Tracy's feeding gag. The liquid hit his muzzle it tasted surprisingly sweet for water it must have been flavoured. The flow was steady, and the genet kept swallowing down the drink. It took some time to finish the considerable bag but eventually it hung empty.

Oscar replaced the bag of fluid with another smaller bag of oatmeal looking stuff. It must have been his breakfast. Oscar attached the tube to the new bag and opened the valve; this stuff was more viscous than the water, so it took longer to flow down the pipe. It had a gritty texture and tasted bland and watery. Tracy was hungry, so he was glad to eat something even though it was unappealing.

Slowly this bag drained, and Oscar replaced the food bag with another feeding bag this one had orange coloured fluid inside. Tracy braced himself for yet another feeding. Oscar opened the valve, and the liquid flowed down the tube into his gag. At first, the texture was gritty as it washed the last of the oatmeal down the tube, but the fluid turned out to be orange juice. Tracy was glad it tasted normal and was much better than the bland food he had been fed. Thankfully this was the last of what Oscar was feeding him.

Tracy had begun to feel quite bloated from all the field and was glad when the flow stopped from the feeding tube. Little did he know that Oscar had spiked his breakfast with a powerful laxative. He was going to be a very messy kitten soon. Oscar removed the feeding gag and wheeled Tracy out of the room.

Oscar wheeled Tracy to another room. The fox had prepared this room with a large bed with sturdy straps to keep the genet secure. The fox set about restraining Tracy. Tracy was soon strapped down and made helpless. He squirmed in his restraints. His arms were strapped up beside his head in thick leather belts. His hand paws were still balled up inside pink bondage mittens. Rendering his hand paws useless. His waist was strapped to the bed as were his thighs. His legs were spread wide open strapped down with both of his ankles firmly secured to his bed.

His muzzle had been forced wide open stuff with a ball gag. The straps were buckled shut behind his head preventing him from expelling his gag. The gag itself had a hole cut the centre allowing him to breathe but little else. He could only make muffled sounds at most. That's how Oscar had left him.

Only his long tail was free to lash out in frustration. Hopefully, Oscar would be back soon to let him out of his restraints. Tracy was now reminded of a new problem. His breakfast must have stimulated his bowels because he felt the sensation in his abdomen. It wasn't urgent, but just the beginning and it was bringing up the uncomfortable thoughts about when Oscar would let him out of his diaper. The genet chose not to dwell on those thoughts not liking their conclusion.

Tracy's eyes levelled onto the shelves on the wall opposite. There was an arsenal of medications and preparation items on the shelves. There were diuretics, laxatives and enema bags. Other shelves contained feeding solutions and tranquillisers of a different type. His eyes scanned the shelves and saw everything that could be used to force him to use his diapers.

Oscar hadn't threatened him with any of the tools at his disposal. Still, the genet had a sinking feeling that the fox would ensure that he would mess his diapers whether he wanted to or not. Tracy's plump sheath began to stir. Tracy had to admit that he was getting excited about being in such a predicament. His cock was peeking out from his sheath. He willed himself to go soft, but all that did was focus his mind on his bound and helpless situation causing him to grow even more aroused.

His diaper had been put on tightly that his erection had nowhere to go except to press into the absorbent padding. The padding pressed down snugly from all sides and felt quite nice, but Tracy wasn't interested in trying to stimulate himself in such a garment. It was so naughty thinking about masturbating in his diaper, but he pushed those thoughts from his mind.

It took some time for his erection to fade being bound and helpless was pushing all his buttons. Eventually, he went flaccid as he continued to wait for Oscar's return. He remained for an indeterminate about of time. He was glad he got his lust under control he didn't want to be caught with an erection in a diaper. Oscar had already found him creaming one.

After some more time, Oscar came trotting back into the room. His russet fur was contrasted by his crisp white uniform. His black paws tipped with claws clicked as he walked across the room. He walked up next to Tracy. Oscar placed a hand paw on the front of Tracy's diaper. The hand paw gently stroked the front of the diaper squeaking softly over the rubber coated surface.

His vulpine muzzle curled into a frown. The fox didn't need to pat the diaper to see that it was still dry because but he just had to pat his genet's bulge.

Tracy moaned through his gag.

"How are bowels feeling? Do you need to move your bowels?" the fox asked.

He did need to open his bowels the pressure in them had been increasing swiftly. He didn't need to go desperately yet, but he still needed relief soon. With nowhere to go but the diaper, Tracy had chosen to hold onto his bowels messing his diaper was just too disgusting. Tracy nodded as much as he was allowed.

"That's good. I've given you a powerful veterinarian strength laxative. It will help clean you out" said Oscar.

Tracy screamed into his gag and thrashed around in his bonds.

Oscar walked over to the other side of the room. The fox didn't seem to pay Tracy's struggling any mind. Oscar went over to the shelves on the wall. He fiddled with the medical supplies seemingly unconcerned with Tracy's outbursts.

"I'm quite surprised..." Oscar said licking his nose. "...with the amount of laxative I've fed you I expected you to make a mess be now" Oscar added.

Tracy looked at the fox with pleading eyes and moaned into his gag.

"What's the matter don't you want to mess your diaper like a good kitten?" asked Oscar.

Tracy shook his head.

"Well, you're going to be a messy kitty soon," said Oscar.

The fox trotted out of the room. Leaving the genet to his fate.

Tracy was trapped no matter how he struggled he couldn't loosen his restraints. His insides sent an audible gurgle in protest of his current position. Tracy felt the heat rise to his face. He was going to have to soil himself. His bloated abdomen didn't like this laxative at all. His bowels started to cramp and spasm in protest. He could hear his insides gurgle loudly.

Tracy's bowels were getting worse the powerful laxative was irritating his bowels forcing his waste towards his anus. His abdominal cramps were not fading he must be under the effect of the full dose. The spasms and contraction were getting stronger each minute. He was going to void himself soon whether he wanted to or not. The powerful medicines were shredding his self-control.

Soon his bowels were screaming for release. His pucker, the only thing keeping his diaper clean was starting to spasm. He mustered all his effort trying to hold back, but the muscles of his anus had had enough. His bowels erupted with a thick slurry of his waste. The soft muck began to fill the seat of his diaper. The laxatives made for rapid evacuation. High volume surges of solid waste shot out into his pink diaper. His diaper seat sagged even though he was laying on the bed. Such was the volume of his evacuation.

Soon he had he completely emptied his bowels. He felt relief more than anything his bowel cramps had been quite painful at the end. He wondered what Oscar had planned for him next. He hoped the fox would return to change his muck-filled diaper.