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A Tulip Gardens Morning

By Zrathie

Terry slowly opened his eyes. He was in his ward at Tulip Gardens. While it was a mental hospital, this wing was for creatures like him who enjoyed medical role play or playing doctors and nurses. The lack of control over his situation was thrilling. He was due to be released today. Although some aspects of his stay took some getting used to, he enjoyed his time here.

Soft noises from across the way drew the deer's attention. It was Rafael, the fox patient in the next bed. While there was a curtain drawn that covered the view of his upper body, Terry could see the fox's lower torso and legs. Unlike the deer, the fox didn't have a blanket covering his form. Terry could clearly see the shackles and straps securing the vulpine into his bed. He could also see Rafael's diaper.

It was the same type that Terry had been tricked into wearing. It was a thick medical model all-through-the-night type diaper. When he was filling out the admission forms, he had not expected to be put into diapers. Sure it was his fault for ticking the option in the maybe category on his admissions form, but still, the reality of his situation was only hitting home now.

His roommate's diaper was dry. Terry could tell from the crisp blue wetness indicator lines printed down the crotch of it. The deer could also see that Rafael had a boner that was clearly outlined in his absorbent underwear. The sounds were coming from the fox's outstretched index and middle fingers stroking into the roughly oblong-shaped lump outlined in the crotch of his padding. The strap attached to his wrist cuff only allowed him to reach out with the two fingers. Terry didn't blame Rafael for the explicit sexual activity. Indeed, Terry suspected they had been drugged. Drugged with something that made them both aroused.

Terry was just as hard as he had been before he drifted off to sleep. Every time his erection flagged, the movement of his penis back towards his sheath was enough to rub it back to full mast. Obviously, Rafael decided to take advantage of the deer's perceived state of unconsciousness for a much-needed masturbation session. Terry couldn't help but watch the fox touch himself.

The deer watched on, keeping quiet so as to not interrupt the poor horny guy. The finger pads of Rafael's index and middle finger made the plastic backing of the diaper dimple as they rubbed their way up and down over the bulge. Despite how stealthy the fox was trying to be, the diaper's backing crinkled with each stroke. The soft noise sounded much louder than it indeed was in the otherwise near-silent room. The sight of Rafael's self-love prompted Terry to try to take care of his own needs. He sought to draw his hoof-like hand closer to his crotch.

The sudden sound of hooves clicking down the corridor outside made both Rafael and Terry snap away their hands to their sides. The sound grew closer before passing outside the open double doors and then faded as the unseen creature continued walking down the corridor. From Terry's angle, he could only see one of the open doors. It blocked his view of the corridor. The fox's fingertips were quickly back in place, working away at his engorged sex.

Over several minutes, Rafael continued to be interrupted by creatures walking by. Each time he stopped and waited for whoever it was to pass by, then resume his rubs. Finally, Terry couldn't stand it anymore, and again he reached toward his own padding. Thankfully his strap had been left loose too. He could touch his bulge with just one of his thick fingers or, more precisely, the rounded hoof nail of his thumb. He had chunky hoof-like fingers, so that was enough to stimulate himself. Terry began to realise this must be deliberate in a sense the other times the strapping didn't have near as much leeway.

Terry could feel just how sweaty he was getting, even from a few rubs. It wasn't just his sexual stimulation driving his warmth. The thick diaper padding combined with the woollen blankets was making it warm for the deer.

Just then, there was another pair of, this time claws, walking down the corridor. Both creatures stopped their masturbation. Terry thought about continuing, but he was soon glad he didn't because the nurse walked into the room this time. It was Jacob, the African Wild Dog that had been looking after them. He walked over to the dividing curtain and pushed it open. The fox and the deer looked at each other. Terry could tell Rafael was frustrated. His head fur was ragged, and his hand paws twitched. The truth was Terry was feeling the same.

"Good morning, you two. You're both going home today, so you must be excited," said Jacob.

Suddenly the canine nurse rolled down Terry's blanket. While it was embarrassing to be caught with a hard-on inside his diaper, the deer was glad his hand hooves were not in a compromising position. That sheen of sweat covering his body was a bit of a giveaway. A sign that something had been going on under the blanket. Although when the cooler air hit short fur, he was glad for the relief from the heat. Jacob didn't shame them for their state, thankfully.

"I'm going to get some breakfast sorted for you, Terry, then I can take care of Rafael," said Jacob.

Jacob left the room after a brief pause.

"We have to finish our clutch and touch before he gets back," whispered Rafael.

Terry turned and saw the desperate pleading look in the fox's eyes. The subtext to Rafael's statement was he was asking for permission, permission to drop the usual taboo about masturbating in front of someone they only knew for two and a bit days. It wasn't that hard of a question for Terry. He quickly nodded yes to the unasked question.

Rafael's wording, calling their activities a clutch and touch, rang true. Both creatures could only get a few morsels of pressure past the thick all-through-the-night diapers as bound as they were--the room filled with the crinkling sound of the plastic backing being pressed and manipulated. The huffing and panting sounds of the two overly horny creatures added to the lustful soundscape. The two actively stared at each other as they rubbed their respective diapered crotches.

Rafael was the first to cum. It wasn't surprising due to how long he was trying to get himself off for. He let out a soft cry as he blew a cream load inside his diaper. Terry could make out the slightly larger shape of his roommate's vulpine knot pressed close to his body by the now tight padding. Terry's orgasm wasn't too far behind. His hoof was providing just enough stimulation to get himself off. He pressed down hard and finally was brought over the edge.

"Thanks," said the fox.

"They must have drugged us. So don't worry about it," replied Terry.

Jacob returned to the ward carrying a tray with a covered meal plate under it. He placed it on a wheeled hospital table and approached Terry. Jacob unstrapped the deer from his bed restraints and helped him up into his day chair. He shackled both his wrists to the arms of the padded metal chair. He wheeled over the small hospital table and took the lid off of Terry's breakfast. Much to the deer's surprise, it wasn't mush but grilled tomatoes with baby spinach and mushrooms on toast.

"We gave you something nice on your last morning with us," said the African Wild Dog, obviously noting Terry's surprise.

Jacob began to feed Terry his breakfast. It was a tasty number even for hospital food, so the deer cooperated. Terry was glad that they had good options for herbivores as some places only served pumpkin soup if you were not a carnivore. When the plate was empty, the nurse went over to the side of the bound fox's bedside.

"When was the last time you moved your bowels?" Jacob asked Rafael.

"Yesterday night around eight o'clock," answered Rafael.

Terry knew the fox was lying, but he wasn't going to rat him out. He was here all night with the fox and had never noticed him soiling his diaper. In fact, Terry had not seen him need a messy diaper change for the whole weekend. He was sure the vulpine was getting as backed up and near desperate as him, if not more so.

"That's good to hear. Our high fibre breakfast bowls sure help with that," said the nurse.

"Um-hum," said the fox, nodding.

"They're quite simple to make just porridge, fibre and a diced up Nu-lax fruit laxative block for taste. I've only ever seen a critter that's been holding out, last two and a half days on our recipe," said Jacob.

Terry could indeed feel the effects of the food. He was feeling bloated, and his abdomen was somewhat pained. He could still hold on, but his bowels didn't like that he was so backed up.

"Well, since you voided last night, I'll change you out of your diapers and into our bodystocking uniform again until our patient transport creature is free," said Jacob.

Jacob undid Rafael's bed restraints. Before the fox could react, his nurse had untaped his diaper and had folded it open over Rafael's tail on the bed. It revealed the musky smell of fox cum as well as the sticky mess covering his sheath and balls where Rafael had creamed into his diaper.

"I've got to clean up your cum stain first, my dear," purred Jacob.

Jacob grabbed a wet wipe or two and cleaned up Rafael's cum soaked crotch. The fox looked like he wanted to disappear. It didn't take long for the awkwardness to die down, and Jacob threw out the cummed-in diaper and washing wipes. He moved to a cupboard and took out a white lycra body stocking for the fox. Rafael dressed in the tight garment, with the nurse only helping with the back zipper. The fox was then secured with wrist straps to his day chair.

"Since it's your last morning, I'll chase you up some bacon and eggs for you. I'll be back in a few minutes or so. Hold tight," continued the nurse.

The fox patient sat in their chair. Over the passing minutes, their expression grew more and more desperate. Rafael's lie about not needing the toilet was starting to backfire for the poor vulpine. He glanced at the doorway, hoping that the nurse would return. Terry wanted to untie the fox but could only watch from his own restrained position next to him. As the fox struggled, an audible gurgle sounded out inside the room. The fox gulped and gripped the padded chair rails.

"How are your insides holding up? That mush they feed us is doing a number on me," said the reynard.

"I'll be okay. I only signed up for one weekend," replied Terry.

Both creatures fell silent at the thought of messing themselves. So far, Terry had been holding his bowel movements, but he was getting backed up. He hoped they would get him out of his diapers before the trip back home. Truthfully, Terry felt it was a set-up for the fox. He had been strapped into a chair wearing the exact same uniform, only for him, he was made to lose bladder control. That was the justification for his return to diapers.

The tight lycra uniform showed off how Rafael's frame would tense up each time an abdominal cramp rolled over his belly. His hand paws gripped at the chair railings and tugged at the leather cuffs. His foot paws balled up and unclenched as his tummy troubles continued. Finally, he let out a puff of breath as he had survived the latest set of contractions.

Terry was glad his insides weren't cramping as bad as his roommates were. The fox's choice of holding out was bold. The deer could easily imagine what kind of mess a weekend's worth of shit would do to the backside of a lycra bodystocking. Rafael was holding up, though. He was sure the staff here could concoct a bowel control eviscerating laxative if they genuinely wanted to. It seemed that they had a gentle approach, at least from what he had experienced.

Jacob had returned with Rafael's breakfast that he carried on a tray. He walked past the fox and placed the meal covered by a domed lid on Rafael's hospital table.

"Excuse me, I need to take a wee. Could you please let me use the toilet," asked Rafael, his voice barely concealed his near panicked state.

"Sure," said Jacob.

The nurse unbuckled the fox, who rose up and slinked over to the toilet door at the end of the room. He tried the door and found it locked.

"Hon, I have to get the key," said the African Wild Dog.

Jacob walked over to Rafael.

"Arms up," commanded the nurse.

The fox looked up, seeing the shackles hanging down from the ceiling. He obeyed the nurse as they buckled him into them.

"Sorry I can't leave you unbound. It's the rules. I will be back in two shakes of a lamb's tail," said Jacob.

Jacob trotted out of the room, leaving the desperate fox and Terry alone. Rafael's placid act dropped the moment he was sure the nurse was out of sight. The fox clamped his rump shut, placed his bushy tail over his rear end, and gritted his teeth. He let out puffs and pants as his hand paws clenched into tight fists.

"I've got to hold it, Only a few minutes more," said Rafael just under his breath.

The poor fox's insides could only be contained for a few minutes before he began to soil himself. A hopeless sounding whine announced the beginning of his bowel evacuation. Rafael's tail flicked upwards from its position between the reynard's legs. From Terry's position, he could see as the lumpy filth began to ball up inside the seat of the fox's uniform.

The deer turned away. Terry could hear the poor fox's grunts of relief as he continued to fill the seat of the stretchy outfit. Terry didn't make a sound of revulsion or protest because he would be in the fox's position very soon if he didn't get to an actual toilet promptly. However, it crossed Terry's mind that he should give up and soil his diaper before the nurses make him void in a much more embarrassing way.

It was then a pair of bear orderlies marched into the room. They unstrapped Terry from his chair and began half dragging and half carrying him out of the room.

"Hey, it's going everywhere; at least let me down!" yelled Rafael.

"Your nurse will be back soon; you should have used your diaper when you had the chance," one of the burly orderlies grunted.

Terry was led into a room and began to be prepared for transport. Two burly bear orderlies began strapping him into a canvas straitjacket. With practised efficiency, the two brutes forced Terry into the restrictive garment. What came next was a brutal horsecock gag--a long black length of soft rubber.

The cock gag had a hardened pipe running through its centre that would allow Terry to breathe, but Terry would have to deep throat it to properly seat the gag. He opened his mouth to protest, but the closest orderly took advantage of this and placed the flared head inside his open maw. One of the bears held him firmly as the other began to insert the monster down his throat.

His tormenter had to halt the insertion twice to allow Terry to get used to the faux horse cock sliding down his gullet. He had to concentrate on breathing in and out through the air pipe. This added another dimension to his bondage. There was no way he could move swiftly with this thing down his throat. It wasn't even fully inside. The rounded base plate touched his lips, and the bear added a muzzle. This muzzle had a hole in its centre to slide the two inches of air hose poking from the toy's base.

The muzzle turned out to be made of sleek, soft latex and quickly stretched around his snout. The bear buckled a strap behind Terry's head, and the rubber muzzle encased the deer's own. Rubber coated his nostrils, but the long gag had already cut off their airflow. He puffed out a breath through the air pipe and tried not to panic. There was no way he could expel the throat invader now. Even if he wasn't jacketed, he would have trouble pulling the deep-throated horse dong free.

Next, Terry was strapped into a wheelchair. His legs were strapped slightly apart and his wrists strapped to the chair's arms, and a large strap was fitted around his middle. He was wheeled out of the room and through the hospital, and eventually into a waiting room. He was kept there alone for several minutes. A fox dressed in a nurse's uniform entered the room.

"Hello Terry, I'm Ted. I'm going to take you home," said the fox.

Ted pushed Terry's wheelchair out of the kinky wing entrance towards a car parked in the driveway. It was a modified station wagon. The rear of the vehicle had a streamlined cabin with its own windshield. There was a wheelchair ramp at the back of the car. It allowed a creature in a wheelchair to sit in the back. Ted wheeled Terry into the back compartment and secured this wheelchair into place. He then folded the ramp and closed the large door behind the deer. Inside, the glass was tinted so others couldn't see Terry's bound state.

The fox walked around the driver's door and hopped into the seat. He couldn't see his nurse from Terry's position, but he could still hear him because the lower part of his compartment was open to the car's main cabin. The fox started the engine, and they slowly drove out of the facility. Terry was relieved to be on the move. His bowels were getting worse, and now that he was gagged, he couldn't even beg to use the toilet if they ended up stopping anywhere on the drive back home. It was about half an hour through the journey before Ned spoke up.

"I heard about your roommate this morning. I hope it didn't gross you out too much. Sometimes creatures think they can cheat the system we have at Tulip Gardens. It's important to show that we are in control," said Ted.

Terry was starting to get desperate. He needed to void himself badly. The deer could hold it, but his angry bowels were on the verge. He had to make it home soon. Otherwise, it was going to be a messy end to his kinky weekend. He was regretting ticking the diaper checkbox on the application form. The deer had no illusions that he was still in the BDSM scene until Ted would unbind him. He had a great view of the road, but as his bowels began cramping, he couldn't appreciate it.

"A lot of work goes into a forced bowel movement scene. Anyone could just slip a suppository in to make a patient mess, but the art of the subtle method is better," said Ted.

As the deer's bowels cramped up, his exposed fur had broken out in a light sheen of sweat. Every few minutes, his intestines were reminding him how badly he needed to go. He could take the cramps for now.

"The main trick is not to let your patient get constipated; it has to be a struggle with a normal healthy stool. Judging but how you're sweating back there, you're feeling some cramps now. See if you were constipated, you'd feel bloated and uncomfortable, but you'll be plugged up until you had a laxative or enema," said Ted.

Terry flinched as the fox mentioned he was onto him.

"I know it's hard to return to diapers. I bet you thought about giving in to your natural urges when you saw our fox friend put himself in a much worse position. You're making it harder for yourself," said Ted.

Terry ignored Ted's one-sided conversation. He was going to try and hold it. Terry was almost home. It would be uncomfortable, but surely he could master his own urges. Thankfully the fox had stopped teasing, and Terry could focus on keeping his tail star clamped shut. As time passed, his abdominal cramps grew stronger and closer together, but they were closer to their destination.

Within another twenty minutes of driving, Terry recognised the streets of his town he would only have to hold out for ten-twenty more minutes. He was soaked with sweat; his short fur was wet, and it dripped from his forehead onto his cheeks. Even his slander legs were dripping with perspiration as his tail star quivered. His teeth bit into the horse dildo gag as he rasped out-breath through the breathing tube. He reckoned he was at the stage Rafael had been in while he was shackled next to the bathroom door. He didn't have much time.

They were in his street! The car slowly pulled up outside his house, but it was too late for Terry. A massive cramp rolled over his abdomen, and he had no strength to hold back any longer. He began to shit his diaper, and a firm log of his stool started balling up in the seat of his padding. He was more relieved than disgusted.

"I've timed that perfectly. You almost made it, but I've earned a reputation that I must uphold. You were going to be messy one way or the other," said Ted.