Commission: Her messy diapers.
#18 of Commission
Jessica was tipped on the corporation of having illegal chemical weapons. She had snooped across the building before getting in some sensitive locations, after which she began to search with great vigour. The gray wolfess was experienced and knew where to look, searching files and taking pictures of stuff that looked interesting. However, after so much looking, she was beginning to doubt the credibility of her source. She had been led on wild goose chases before, and usually her instincts were right about which leads to follow. This time, however, wasn't looking so good. At first, the files were filled with live experiments, some of which were names she heard before. "Susan Gargoyle"... it shot her... the journalist from Global times! She gasped, realising a potential friend could be there. "Well...shit." she whispered, looking around to make sure the coast was clear. The wolfess continued to look through file after file, eventually finding what she came for. A small smile spread across her face as she picked up a manila folder marked 'confidential'. Jackpot. The folder was filled with items concerning a project, all subjects of which were sent to 'location MIB', all labelled 'success'. She was worried, even more when results included: mental retardation and regressing mental strength. In once case, incontinence was reported. They were early results; hence a newer, more dangerous version could have been made already. Included with the reports were several images of the subjects. Several drooling, smiling faces lined the pages of the document. Vixens, wolves, and other species were all there, each one diapered and wearing that same foolish grin. Shuddering, Jessica closed the folder and thought about how to make her escape. It was, however, too late. A camera had gotten a good glimpse of her, and a knock on her head made escape impossible. She woke up in a haze, blurry and hearing voices as she was bound, having reached the last place she would ever think for her own. As she gradually faded back into consciousness, the first thing she noticed was that she was securely strapped to a steel table. The leather restraints offered little room to struggle, but she still tried in vain, squirming helplessly. Suddenly, a loud voice pierced the air;
"So," it said, "We have ourselves a little problem." She struggled, before noticing a man with a diaper came near. Looking down, she noticed her clothes were gone. "Don't worry, soon you'll be gone. Your mind at least." Struggling, she was forced into a diaper, before the same man in the lab coat revealed a syringe. "This needle will make that happen. Just sit still, and let those pesky fears die..." She felt the diaper hugging her crotch, pressing against her, ready to receive whatever she had to give; piss, shit or cum. It felt warm, yet worrying, as she was completely continent to what she knew.
"You bastard!" The wolfess snarled, "The world will know about this place! About what it is you do here! It's sick and wrong!"
"Now, now," cooed the man, gently patting her diaper, "soon the only thing you'll care about is a clean diaper. Or maybe not. Some subjects actually *like* sitting in their own shit for a while." Jessica continued to squirm, blushing furiously as her diaper rustled. The wolfess gulped, seeing the syringe come closer, until it punctured her skin, making her yelp. The toxin went in... more and more... slowly filling her lymph veins and normal veins, letting it course and change her. "Hush..." The man cooed. "Soon it'll be over... forever."
"Nooo...." she whined, her struggles against her restraints becoming increasingly faint. "Saw...pictures....don'...wan...tha..."
"Oh?" the man replied, "Well in that case you now what comes next then. I better get out of here before then. This could get...messy." With that, the mysterious man left the wolfess alone as her mind continued to regress. Her mind retarded, slowly making it harder for her to speak.
"Now... pwrease! Hewlp! I dun... nah!" Was the last bit of logical lining she could cough up. Her cuffs opened with a click, allowing her to see her fingers and toes, which now distracted her, until she popped her thumb in, easing her for the next stage of her regression. Her mind still registering, she could feel a pressure on her bowels, before it all let go, filling her diaper with shit; warm, smelly shit. At first, it disgusted her, until suddenly; her mind accepted it, telling her it was okay. The feeling became warm, safe... good... she shat herself more, wanting to feel more and more of that blissful feeling, only regressing further as she did. The light in Jessica's eyes faded as her intelligence dwindled into nothing. Her career as a journalist, her education, her reason, her potty training, all gone as she continued to soil herself. The wolfess grinned stupidly around her thumb as she sucked on it, drool spilling down her chin and onto her breasts. She babbled nonsense as the toxin destroyed her mind. Nothing remained. Only an infantile, stupid mind that loved to mess its diaper. It did so, messing it with vigour, filling the room with a strong, shit smell. She babbled on as she used her free hand to pat her shitty diaper. "Bababooo!" She said, before the man returned.
"Look here... all done, are we?"
"Geeee!" She squealed in reply, sticking a drool-coated fist into her mouth.
"That's wonderful. Now, I'm interested to see what exactly you'll do now, so I figured I'd just leave you in here for a while. I bet you love that warm diaper, don't you?" The retarded wolfess emitted a muffled fart in reply, smiling vacantly as her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Later, she was in the mental hospital. She shat her diapers often, at least once every hour, blushing and laughing as she did. Eventually, they stopped changing her, only doing so once a day. Her mind was blank, yet what was left of her conscious was enjoying her shitty diapers, begging to shit more and more, fill her with warmth and safety, comfort and love. She would often sit for hours in her own waste, eyes staring blankly into nothingness as drool rolled down from her open maw. Her tongue constantly hung out of her mouth, adding more to her look of sheer stupidity. She loved her diapees. Eventually, the hospital let her wear nothing but her diaper. It saved on laundry, and all she did was dirty her clothes with drool and shit anyway. And so Jessica spent the rest of her days in an insane asylum, laughing, drooling, and shitting into her beloved diapers all day long. Meanwhile, far away in a corporate boardroom, an executive looked over the latest batch of subjects. He found a photo of a particular gray wolfess, and smiled. Laughing, he picked up the documents and left for home, satisfied that tomorrow's paper would have a rather boring headline.