Commissioned: Rich and stupid.
#10 of Commission
Vicky remembered Heather as a lovely woman, a green leaf to nibble on. A lesbian lover she could enjoy. But lately, she's been about divorcing, taking half of what Vicky owned, and leave without waving goodbye. Vicky didn't want any of that, and looked for a way out. The answer came, quite ironically, in the form of a hospital visit for Heather's millionth surgery. The lioness sighed as she thought about how her lover had changed. She had a tough decision to make, but as a corporate CEO, she was accustomed to making difficult choices. The skunk she had loved for years was no more, and the raving bitch that she had become made life unbearable. Perhaps 'millionth surgery' was an overstatement, but Heather had spent quite a bit of Vicky's money on stupid shit like that. Fortunately for Vicky, she had some friends high up in the hospital as well as a lot of 'emergency funds' she had managed to hide from Heather. A few phone calls and bank transactions later, everything was ready. "Alright sweetie," said Vicky, on her way out the door. "It's almost time for your appointment."
"I'm coming! Wait one goddamn second will ya!" yelled Heather. The skunk stampeded down. Her surgery was about wrinkles, yet she was only 25. Vicky waited until the skunk got inside, grumpy. "COME ON! These canyons don't disappear on their own!" She shouted as the lioness got in, sighing. Vicky started the car and drove to the hospital. It had been a long couple of years for Vicky. As she drove, she thought about what she was planning to do. She weighed all of the good times they'd had together against what Heather was currently doing, trying to make the final call about whether to go through with what she'd planned.
"Honey," she said, "maybe you should..."
"Shut up!" yelled Heather. "I'm trying to adjust my make up."
"Fine." grumbled Vicky. That settled it. There was no going back now. They pulled into the Hospital parking lot, and Vicky walked around the car to let Heather out. Without muttering even a 'thank-you', Heather made a bee-line straight to the entrance. "This has been a long time coming," muttered Vicky.
"Hurry your ass up!" shouted Heather.
"Coming dear!" After a short talk at the reception, the skunk was shown to her room to prep her for surgery. Vicky headed another direction, to watch the surgery.
Heather sat in her bed, sighing as she waited for the nurse to reel her into the OR. The kangaroo nurse came, looking at the chart. "Oh dear!" She exclaimed. Before leaving. The skunk wanted to get up, before a small medical crew arrived, strapping her to the bed and removing her clothes, before putting a warm, strong diaper on her.
"WHAT?" The skunk asked, before the strong elephant sank a needle in her. Looking at the chart, the young nurse nodded.
"Clinically depressed, random rage... okay... She ready?" The nurses nodded, having strapped, diapered and sedated the skunk. Afterwards, she was pushed further, squirming in her diaper, otherwise nude. "Don't worry." The kangaroo said past the skunk's shouting. "Some shock therapy and you'll be fine for a while..." Back in the observation room, Vicky reflected upon what she'd done. Changing Heather's chart to make her look like a mental patient had taking some doing, but in the end, money talks. It also helped that the hospital's Chief of Medicine had been a good friend since college. It had nearly cost their friendship, but in the end Vicky had managed to get the proper palms greased.
"Worth every penny." thought the lioness. Meanwhile, Heather continued to struggle against the straps holding her down.
"This is illegal! I'll sue your asses for every penny! I'll...uh..."
"There, there," cooed the kangaroo as she injected a sedative, "You'll be all better soon enough." "Alright. Let's wheel her down to the OR." Heather could only mumble as they wheeled her gurney down the hallway, her nakedness and diaper exposed for all to see. The kangaroo nurse had thought it a bit odd that the skunk wouldn't be wearing clothes for the procedure, but she had been reassured that it was for the safety of everyone involved. That advice, as well as a generous amount of cash, had convinced her to proceed as if everything were normal. The skunk was rolled in front of a large machine, before giving a final shot. "These there... this will make it hurt less." She said, before placing a helmet on the skunks head and cooing as she walked to a door in the wall, next to some glass. Amongst the people behind it was Vicky.
"VICKY WHAT IS THIS!?" The skunk shouted.
"Calm down... Heather. This machine will shock certain parts of your brain, hopefully curing you from your mental problems." The operator of the machine lied, looking at the cheque the lioness held in her hand.
"But I'm not!...I'm..." The skunk began to settle down as the second sedative coursed through her veins. Unfortunately, the skunk was still very much conscious. Looking on, Vicky sighed a bit from her seat in the observation area. This was going to hurt a little to watch, but all she had to do was remember Heather's recent antics. She had been rude and unapologetic, and every time Vicky tried to get close, she would get yelled at. Eventually, even a hug was too much for Heather. The skunk would often turn her head away from Vicky's kisses, or struggle against her hugs. The intimacy was gone. The love was no more. All that was left was a spoiled brat.
"Let's get this over with." thought the lioness. She looked at the diapered skunk one last time before giving a curt nod to the operator. The machine started to hum when a button was pressed, before Heather felt faint stinging in her head. It hurt, but not too much, as done by the contents of the syringe. Her mind lost cohesion, slowly falling apart in terms of memories and abilities. Naturally, recent events came first, slowly she forget why she was there, before she started to forget HOW she got there. And so, more and more of her past became a gamble, until it faded out, leaving her with holes in history. With that, her skills vanished too, from putting on make-up to walking feminine. The frying continued, until her mind stopped holding her drool back, which formed a puddle, and dribbled down her cheeks. The skunk's eyes became glassy as the electricity continued to run through her brain. All of her memories were gone, and soon after she began to lose even the most basic coherent thought. Her intelligence dwindled into nothingness as drool ran down the sides of her open mouth, pooling upon the operating table below. Her diaper yellowed as her bladder released, soaking the padding with warmth. Heather's mind felt nothing but glee as she soiled herself, filling the seat of her diapers with gooey shit. The tingling in her mind continued, erasing all of her thoughts until only the most infantile were left. Once the smell of shitty diapers had reached the nose of the operator, he gazed over at the skunk's face, noting her look of complete retardation. He shut off the machine. She enjoyed her diapers, a lot. The nice, gooey wet warmth pressing against her butt and vagina made her happy. She wanted to touch it, hence looked up. Doing so, she saw her thumb, which somehow enticed her almost as hypnotic as the messy diaper. Her chest was covered in drool as she continued to stare and reach for her diaper.
"GOD!" The operator said, taking the cheque and leaving in disgust. The lioness looked, smiling. Heather was cute like that: confused and youthful. She walked through the door, before petting the skunk and unbuckling her. The first thing Heather did was plunge her thumb in her mouth, babbling and giggling as she loved the furry, salty thumb. Vicky smiled down at the now regressed skunk, gently patting her on the head as she babbled and drooled around her thumb. Her diapers sagged with the weight of her soiling, and the smell of shit was becoming almost intolerable. Sighing softly, the lioness decided to do one more thing for her former lover.
"Nurse, bring me a diaper." Soon enough, Vicky held a thick adult diaper in her hands as well as some changing supplies. Looking down at the infantile skunk, she gently began changing her diaper, removing the tapes on each side before pulling down the front. The smell was noxious, but Vicky stood firm, cleaning the skunk thoroughly with wipes before taping her into a new diaper. The skunk giggled a bit, patting her diaper lovingly as she continued to rub drool on her breasts. She loved her diaper and the lioness, which she suddenly saw as her mommy.
"Mamamooo!" She babbled, before giggling. The lioness looked at her eyes, empty and devoid of intelligence or thinking. They just moved out of necessity.
"Good Heathy." The lioness said, cooing her 'baby'. "Nurse... do you know and cheap nursery homes?" The nurse looked up, anxious to get the retarded skunk out of the hospital before people started asking questions. "I know a place. It's cheap, and the staff is incompetent enough that they really don't care who ends up in there as long as they get paid. I used to work there." "That'll do," replied the lioness. She gently picked up Heather, making funny faces at her and watching her giggle as she put her into a wheelchair. After being wheeled back into her hospital room, the skunk was clothed and made ready for her final trip. She babbled and cooed, sticking her fingers in her mouth and rubbing the front of her pants, feeling the diaper crinkle underneath. Her regressed mind loved the feeling, and she continued to rub herself as Vicky wheeled her into the parking lot. The lioness loaded the mentally regressed skunk into her car seat, and headed out for the care facility. The skunk wet herself again, rubbing the wetness against herself, loving it. She giggle and babbled, drooling over her shirt in a mindless hallow glee. The lioness looked at the skunk. "You love this, don't you? IF you grow up... you might learn to respect people." She said, feeling a little vicious, before driving up to a simple nursery. Vicky got out of the car and pulled the wheelchair out of the back. After seating the drooling skunk in the chair, she pushed her into the nursery. One sob story later, the admissions people gladly took Heather away...for a price, of course. The lioness walked back out to her car, relieved to be rid of that leech. "Ahh...peace at last. I'm thinking it's time for lunch." With that, Vicky drove off, never to return. Meanwhile, Heather was being prepped for her stay at the care centre. The retarded skunk babbled gleeful gibberish as she soiled herself again, enjoying the feeling of warm squishiness against her backside. It soon became apparent that the skunk often used her diapers, and loved every moment of it. As such, the staff decided to change her rarely. Didn't matter to Heather. She loved her used diapers, often giggling as she patted and rubbed it. If she was slightly conscious, she would have complained over the terrible situation she was in, yet she wasn't, hence it was a blissful experience. Once a while, she was fed formula, something she liked a lot, evident by her crying whenever it wasn't on time. Heater was gone, and a mindless burden had taken her place. The only difference, however, was the mindlessness. For the rest, as was still needy and a cry-baby if she didn't get what she wanted. Eventually the staff got used to her antics, often leaving her alone in the hall or the rec room wearing nothing but a soiled diaper. The skunk loved her diapers, and although her mind didn't realize what she was doing, she would often masturbate with her hands down in the soiled padding. It was not uncommon to see the retarded skunk sucking a thumb and stuffing a hand down the front of her diaper. She gazed vacantly at nothing as she continued to drool from her chin onto her breasts, rubbing herself as she filled her diapers with shit. The skunk loved the feeling of warmth from her messy diapers. As days went by, Vicky eventually found a new lover. Heather remained forgotten in the nursery, happily shitting her diapers and drooling on herself.