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I was awakened by a soft, crinkly hand gently petting over the top of my head. Having been tucked in tight and Listening to Levister hum softly, I had fallen back to sleep. Thankfully this time without any nightmares.

"Hey there Kit," He cooed softly with a smile as I blinked up to him "Sorry to wake you sweetie, but the doc needs to give you a once over to make sure you are ok for me to take home."

I blinked and looked past him to see the same female lizard doctor standing by the door. She had a clipboard clutched to her chest, and was watching with a patient, yet warm smile. I yawned, but stopped part way with a yip when there was a shot of pain through my face.

"Easy, easy, your ok." The diaper wolf instructed me and gently rubbed the sore part of my face, massaging the area. I whined but nodded getting another smile from him before he proceeded to slowly take the sheets off of me.

I gave a slight huff as he did. He didn't need to be slow, I had very little dignity to save at this point. After being forced to be naked for almost the entire time I had been in this dimension, long gone was any embarrassment at being naked, or close to it, around others. The fact I was wearing a diaper was a new twist admittedly, but it was tolerable compared to what I had been through.

Once I was exposed, head to paw, the doctor stepped over and pulled on a pair of gloves. I watched her a little fearfully, flinching reflexively each time she reached out to check under my bandages. She would hesitate for a moment before continuing her inspection. She made notes on her clipboard about what she found, but otherwise remained quiet.

"Ok," she finally announced once she had inspected all the way down to between my toes "I am clearing him to head home. His medication is in the bag on the table, their instructions are in there too. Remember your training Levi, change his bandages at least once a day, keep him off that leg, and contact us if there is a sudden change that you can't control."

"Sure thing," he answered with a smile and watched as she started to make her way towards the door "Hopefully, when we next see you, will be for the next round." She nodded and gave me a wave before walking out. We watched the doorway for a few moments before I turned my attention to the wolf.

"Next round?" I asked curiously and he nodded, crinkling loudly with each move.

"Yep, next round of operations, reconstructive surgeries." He explained reaching out towards my head. I flinched back, instincts screaming I was about to be hit, yet when I opened my eyes he had paused his motions. He waited for me to relax again before his hand continued forward to gently cup at my cheek "We wont be changing your looks, we will be fixing what damage we can, like here." his hand moving down to my chest where I knew there was a large chunk of skin that had scarred over. It paused for a moment before it continued down my body to a branding scar on my stomach.

"And here, and back here," his hand glided gently round to my side, fingers brushing against my back. He was implying the lashing scars that were there, a street map of lines that were barely hidden under my fur. His hand finally moved down, giving my diapered crotch a grope before tracing gently down my leg to my fight foot paw while the other grabbed my tail "And these, giving you back that end of your tail, and your paw pads, it cannot be comfortable to walk with the pads missing."

"But... isn't that a lot to repair?" I asked hesitantly "and it's all so old.. and scarred... how can it ever get repaired?"

"Medical tech is quite advanced here, despite what you may have experienced on floor sixteen." he explained, his fingers gently rubbing over the fur on my tail and foot "Down there they don't use the more advanced stuff unless you really need it. Here on floor two however, you will be granted access to everything we have available.

"We can reduce your scars, completely remove some, replace missing muscle or flesh. Sadly while we are we are able to repair your jaw more than we already have, we decided it would be... excessive. We could certainly manufacture a replacement jaw, but we would then need to remove the broken one and graft in the new. That comes with an even longer recovery time than what you are currently going through. The other surgeries will require shaving most of your fur off, but that will regrow in under a month with the correct treatments."

I nodded slowly then looked down my body and to everything he had pointed out. He was right, it did hurt to walk on that foot, quite a bit admittedly yet I grown to live with the pain over the years. I understood why he wanted me to undergo the intense operation too. With the scars gone, I would no longer be reminded of my past, hopefully anyway.

"Wh...what about..." I started to ask hesitantly, a hand moving to my diapered crotch, the once white padding yellow once more, and completely without my knowledge.

"Ah... we did investigate that... yet sadly we could not find a cause for why you have no control," he admitted sadly "We investigated for nerve damage, muscle damage, trauma, the works but found nothing. It is possible it is a combination of any of those causes, or a culmination of all of them. Sadly without knowing what to fix, we can't do anything without risking making it worse. Sorry Kit."

I sighed and nodded looking to my sodden garments once again. If being stuck in a diaper was the fee for being removed from that nightmare, it was a price I was willing to pay. He gave my hand a pet and soft squeeze before standing up, his confident and reassuring smile returning in a heartbeat.

"Anyway, That's later, let's focus on the now," he announced, tail wagging behind him "It is time to head home."

"I'm guessing in a wheelchair?" I asked then gave a soft chuckle remembering what the floor was about "Or a stroller?"

"Not this time Kit," he replied with a smile "This will be a little awkward to do, but just bare with me... First things first... lets get you changed hmm?"

I blushed a little and he started to undo my diaper, giving a soft too and fro rubbing over it first. I gave a soft whine at the teasing, the wolf giving a smile as he peeled open my garment. He hand barely gotten it open when he had one hand rubbing over my sheath.

His other hand pulled the sodden diaper away while his other continued to rub. My mind justified it as him making sure I was dry and clean, yet as he cupped and fondled my balls, I couldn't hold back my soft moan. The wolf smiled as he continued, his other hand coming back to rub my sheath at the same time.

"Hmm, I think maybe my kit has earned a treat," he muses with a smile "What do you think? Think I should give you a treat?"

"I..I.." I stammered out as he gave my sheath a squeeze, eliciting a moan from my mouth. He gave a soft chuckle as he continued to tease and stroke my sheath, my cock starting to emerge from its hide away as he continued to tease me.

"That sounds like a yes to me." he cooed with a chuckle, his hand moving to start teasing my lipstick between his finger and thumb. I shivered and whined as he continued, eyeing him with a mix of longing and worry. The longing was for him to continue, I hadn't gotten off in so long.

The last time I had, it had been an accident and I had been tormented horribly afterwards. Since then I had done everything I could to not get excited. If my control had ever slipped and I had started to get aroused, I was tormented even more than normal.

The worry was from fear of him stopping, fear of them hurting me for opening up to him. However he didn't show any signs of betraying me. Instead he continued to stroke, exciting more and more of my cock from its sheath and he soon had it wrapped in his soft, plush hand, which crinkled with every stroke.

"There we go... good boy," he said softly, teasingly, yet it only inflamed the need in my loins "hmm, these balls of yours feel heavy, been a while huh? Lets end that streak shall we, give you a little bliss to celebrate the death of the old and birth of the new."

I whined and groaned out, hips jerking up a little into his stroking hand. I certainly was not going to object to that idea, and even if I did, my body certainly wasn't going to. He continued to stroke and tease, his hand gliding up and down my shaft, sucking up pre yet left enough to lubricate his actions.

His other mitt would move from massaging my balls, to teasing my nipples, to gently raking through the fur on my belly or thighs. Each different tease released a different sound from my throat, left me feeling like I was a musical instrument under the control of a master. He was that musician, playing the instrument he had perfected. Yet instead of someone who had studied their entire life to making a piano, or violin, or guitar sing perfectly, instead it was me.

He lead me from peak to trough of pleasure, knowing just when to stop a certain action as to not let it all end too soon. The smile on his face was different to all the smiles I had seen in the last seven years. I was so used to the smiles being of sadistic glee; hate filled looked of enjoyment at being able to dominate and torment someone to the brink of despair.

Yet instead his was one of a deep, genuine love and joy. His enjoyment at bringing me pleasure showing so evident on his face. Neither of us seemed to think to close the privacy curtain, or the door, it was beyond our concerns at the time.

"Such a good kit, such a good boy," the diapercritter said, hand picking up in speed on my cock, focusing more on my rapidly swelling knot "C'mon kit, make stickies for me, show Daddy Lev what you have saved up in here."

He didn't really need to tell me twice. His hand gripped tightly around my knot as his other hand massaged my balls. I whined and squirmed on the bed, hands gripping the sheets tightly as my body started to clench up.

"Ahhh D...Daddy!" I finally cried out as I came. My knot inflamed to full size and my balls released rope after thick, sticky rope of cum onto my belly and chest. Stars danced in my vision, and I panted heavily from the exertion. Each slight movement of his hand caused me to jolt and shudder, a new wave of pleasure flashing through my body like an electric shock.

"Such a good kit," he said lovingly, a wide smile on his face. He grabbed the wipes by the bed and started to clean up the mess I had made "Such a big load for a little kit. You just lay there and let me clean you up ok?"

I found myself unable to do anything other than pant softly as I basked in my afterglow. He wasn't exactly the most thorough with cleaning me, probably going to give me a proper cleaning later. He was diligent though, and gentle when he needed to be. When cleaning my still hard cock, he used feather soft touches trying to to make it last any longer than needed.

"There, all done... now lets get you home hmm?" he suggests with a smile as he disposed of the used wipes "This may feel a little odd, but trust me, ok?"

He gently pushed me to roll onto my side facing away from him, getting me to hold onto the anti-fall bar on the side of the bed. I felt the bed depress a little directly behind me, indicating he had laid down on the bed. There was the sound of ripping tapes before I was gently guided to lay back. Next thing I knew I was laying atop his open form one arm gently petting my chest to sooth me as he then started to close himself up... with me inside him.

I wanted to protest, but wasn't able to find my voice. My muzzle slipped inside his, my eyes lined up with his own and I discovered I could see. My arms moved under his control as he taped himself closed with ease, leaving me swaddled tightly inside his plush body. Despite what fears I should have had, I was more curious than anything.

Despite being covered head to toe, I wasn't feeling hot. I was still able to breath easily through my mouth or nose. The scent of fresh talcum powder, mixed with the scent of the sterile medical room I had grown accustomed, to filled my senses with each breath.

"Ok so far Kit?" his voice cooed out from around me, his mouth moving as he spoke.

"I...I think so," I replied, wiggling my toes and fingers, "but... how will this help me leave the hospital?"

"I'm going to carry you out," he answered confidently "You just relax, I am able to support your body completely. You wont feel any of the pressure on your legs from walking." he sat up, throwing our legs over the side of the bed and stood up after letting me steady myself.

I had braced myself ready for pain, but none came. Other than the sensation of being upright, I felt nothing but the soft, comfortable embrace of the diaper body around me. There was no pressure on my legs or my paws, if I had to liken it to anything it was like I was floating.

When he moved, my body moved, which at first was a little discombobulating, but I quickly got used to it. He picked up the bag of medication that was sat on the bed table and walked out of the room. A nurse waited just outside the room as we left, heading in to clean up after we left.

"What... what did she mean earlier?" I eventually asked as we walked down the hall to wherever he needed to take me "When she said to remember your training?"

"Ah that," he replied cheerfully "You know I am old right? Like... really old... well after a while of doing what I had been doing around the place, I got bored. I started learning whatever I could, although I found I had a liking for medicine. I am a fully qualified masseuse, nurse, general practitioner doctor, psychologist, psychiatrist and physiatrist."

"Physiatrist?"

"A doctor that specialises in rehabilitation therapy," he answered "They help with patients who have lost control of one of more part of their body recover some or all control. An example is helping people learn to walk again after a serious accident. I am actually quite good for it, I can support the patient, let them do all the walking but with the minimum amount of effort required. To be fair you will find out once we get your paws fixed, you will need some therapy to help you walk with your new pads."

"I...I will?" I asked a little worried getting a fond chuckle in response.

"Yes, but don't worry, it shouldn't take long for you to recover, and I will be there for you every step of the way."

"To be fair... wouldn't it have been best to repair my paw pads... and everything else... while I'm unable to walk in the first place?" I asked curious "I have my leg in a cast... so i can't exactly walk right now"

"Maybe, but the others decided we wouldn't put your body through too much trauma all at once. Repairing your face, resetting your ribs and leg is already a lot for your body to deal with. Sure you could probably cope, you have done so well to last this long while down in that hell, but you have suffered enough."

I decided to just give a nod, there really wasn't much I could reply with. Our brief conversation had kept me distracted as he had walked us down the hall to the elevator. We waited patiently for the doors to open before stepping on and he pressed the button for floor 2.

We stood in silence as the lift descended, the wolf taking the time to check his tapes and gently press against himself. I could feel his padded body push against me and crinkle loudly as he did in each place he pressed, but while it looked like he pressed hard, It didn't feel like it.

I took mental stock of my current position while we waited for the long decent. Normally I would have felt claustrophobic being fully encased the way I was, I had never done well when in such places before, something they had taken advantage of on Floor Sixteen. For some reason however, it was comforting. The presence of my padded captor, and being fully enveloped by him, was soothing, like getting a loving hug you didn't realise you needed.

"Now Sammy," he suddenly said, interrupted my inner thoughts "When we get to Floor Two proper, we probably will encounter quite a few people. I want you to remember you are safe with me, no one can hurt you, ok?"

I gave a nod and slight whine but he chuckled a little. When the doors opened I tried not to whimper as we were confronted with a horde of people, walking to and fro. Many were wearing baby onesies, sucking pacifiers, in walkers or prams or in nothing but diapers. The 'caretakers' were easy to distinguish from the 'prisoners'. They were the ones who were wearing normal clothing... mostly.

As we stepped off the lift and into the throng, most parted to make way for the wolf. I didn't know if they knew or could tell Levister had me inside him, but the space was appreciated. The wolf walked with confidence, giving waves to people on occasion as he passed them. He seemed to truly be in his element, surrounded by people and knowing almost all of them fondly.

I was doing ok for the most part, my earlier trepidation fading as he carried me towards our destination. My eyes were free to look around and explore the world around me as we walked. It was a start contrast to what I was used to. The place was huge, just as Floor Sixteen had been, seemingly going on forever into the horizon. However on Floor Sixteen, you couldn't walk ten feet without seeing catherine wheels, stocks, cages, racks, torture equipment or rings to chain people to the floor. Blood and screams were frequent reminders of where you were, a constant cacophony of pain and anguish.

Yet Floor Two in contrast was brightly lit, clean, with bold cheerful colours and decorations everywhere. Occasionally there was oversized play equipment in the middle of the walkway surrounded by live trees and patches of grass. Instead of screams, there was laughter and giggles of joy, which smothered the occasional whine or grumble of embarrassment from some, namely those who were getting a diaper change in plain view of everyone around.

Yet it was like emperors new clothes to everyone around, no-one seemed to bat an eye at it. To them it was nothing new, different or strange, just a normal every day occurance. Sure there was some verbal teasing, but it was nothing compared to what I had been through. If anything I found the jibes adorable, if they were supposed to emotionally wound the target, they would clearly need to try harder.

I was suddenly shaken, however, when a large lion came into view. He was the spitting image of Hector. He was even wearing nothing but a leather thong, cuffs, bondage harness and black boots like my former tormentor. I gave a loud series of whines as he smiled, showing off his mawfull of sharp teeth, and started to approach. I was able to see him mouth the words 'There you are' and pure terror set in when my mind realised I was trapped.

Levister noticed almost instantly, holding up his hand to stop the approaching lion in his tracks and he turned his head to look away from him. I was breathing hard, crying, able to hear my heartbeat like it was in my ears as horrible memories flashed through my mind, no longer seeing the world around me.

"Kit? Kit, breath," Levister instructed me, trying to help me through it "Breath for me Sammy, c'mon..."

His words, as soft and helpful as they may have been, sadly didn't hit their mark. We quickly found ourselves the centre of attention as the next whimper I made turned into a terrified wail. Other caretakers started to approach, concern on their faces, but were stopped when Levister raised his hand in a 'stop' signal.

"Back off!" the wolf commanded, making them retreat a little "Stay back all of you! Sammy, Sammy, listen to my voice, focus on MY voice. You're ok, c'mon breath for me Sam..."

My vision started to blur, I just couldn't get my breath or stop the images rushing through my brain. I just wanted to run, to hide, to escape, anything but be where I was. He looked up and around before pointing to someone in the crowd and waved them forward.

A large bull approached, a tiger and a wolf just behind him in onesies of their own. He was slow in his approach, the two behind him standing back and watching as he tried to appear harmless. It did help, somewhat, but probably not as much as either he or Levister were hoping.

"I need your help, Aric," Levister told him "I'm going to sit down and open up, I need you to lift him from inside me and sit him on the bench. He can't stand on his own just yet."

"I hope I will get a full explanation Lev." the bull retorted but nodded and followed as the wolf moved to sit on a nearby bench.

The tell tale sound of the wolf's tapes tearing were heard before I was exposed to the air. I was shivering, panting erratically and my vision quickly blurred from tears. The bull lifted me gently free from the diaper critters plush interior and sat gently down on the bench beside him. Levister closed himself up quickly then turned to me, hands slowly reaching up to grip at my face.

"Sammy, look at me Sammy, C'mon..." he commanded softly, giving a smile as my eyes locked to his face "There you are... breath for me kit, C'mon, In... and out... Iiiin... and ouuuut... There we go, slow and deep." I followed his instructions, eyes starting to drift around the crowd but he gave my head a gentle shake to draw my eyes back to his.

"No no, focus on me," he instructed, not really giving me any room to object "Ignore them, just me, they don't matter, the past doesn't matter, only the here and now, only you and me. Iiiin and ouuuut, that's a good boy."

"L...Levi..." I started but he hushed me, placing one of his fingers to my lips and shook his head.

"Shh, it's ok, you have nothing to apologise for," he insisted, maintaining that gentle disposition before he looked over his shoulder at the tall bull "Aric, can you disperse them?"

The bull watched us for a moment, eyes examining me carefully before he gave a gusty sigh and nodded. He turned and walked away, waving his hands at everyone to get them to go about their business. Yet he didn't go far, keeping just enough distance to be non invasive towards Levister and myself, but close enough that he would be seen as a deterrent to anyone being too curious.

I sat on the bench for a while, starting to feel tired as the diaper critter helped me calm down. The sound of someone clearing their throat eventually sounded from close by. We turned our eyes in its direction to see the bull, Aric, holding out a large baby bottle of what looked like orange juice.

"Thanks Aric," Levister said softly and took it, handing me the bottle carefully "Here kit, drink up, you need it." I nodded and placed the teat of the bottle in my mouth and started to drink. I didn't even question the babyish nature of the container, just happy to have a drink that I wouldn't possibly spill into my face bandaging.

"Lev," Aric started, watching us, his voice stern but not threatening "You owe me an explanation." The diaper wolf gave a sigh and gave me a soft pat between my ears.

"I know old friend..." he replied and went silent for a moment as he seemed to think about how to tell him "Do you remember the case about five years ago? The Stoat who got sent here and was supposed to go to floor fifteen?"

"Yeah, I remember, I was the judge that sent him down to fifteen where he belonged," the bull answered "He did a lot of damage while he was here on Two... You're not saying..."

"This is Sam Teumessian, he is my new boy," Levister replied giving me a loving smile "If the Judge's beliefs are correct, the two files somehow got mixed up."

"Where..."

"Sixteen..." I answered interrupting their conversation and answered the bulls next question before he finished asking it "I was sent to Sixteen." the bull looked at me in stunned silence, eyes wide and mouth open in shock.

"Before your next question," Levister added, cutting the large male from his stupor "For too long. Anyway, that explains what just happened, right?"

"And his bandages, and the cast on his leg," Aric agreed with a groan "I knew there was something going on... your first ever kit and he's all banged up like that. You would never hurt someone that badly, I knew there was something more to it... And I certainly would have heard if any caretaker on this floor had let their ward end up in such a state. The board of judges would have been convened to sentence them for the transgression."

"I'm surprised you hadn't heard about his transfer," Levister said "I thought you were still in the system?"

"I am, I may be retired as a Sentence Judge, but I am the Floor Judge of Floor Two. I guess they wanted to keep this one quiet... it irritates me a little, the Floor Judge system was implemented because of that event five years ago..."

"Guess you should go rattle some chains," Levister tells him and started to pick me up, managing to do so with surprising ease despite the fact I was undoubtedly heavier than he was "Meanwhile, I will take my new Kit home. I need to settle him in and introduce him to his new companion!"

"Hah! You mean your pet dragon?" the bull asked chuckling "What did you name that little western dragon again?"

"Like you don't remember." The diapercritter chided him playfully.

"You are the only person I know who could have a pet dragon named 'Bendy Chopstick' Lev."

"Well... he is a noodle dragon?" I offered, the two of them looking to me and Levister's face lit up in a wide smile.

"See!? He gets it!"