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Part Four

"Pet"

Janet let out a comfortable moan, her thighs twitching and pressing together in response to the pleasant source of vibration that was being brushed teasingly over her privates. Though she was still mostly asleep, not wanting to wake up from what had been a very comfortable slumber, she felt herself growing increasingly aroused as the stimulation became steadily more intense and direct.

She cracked her eyes open, blinking the sleep out of her vision. She stared blearily down at the scene before her, at first unable to comprehend what she was looking at. She was a little distracted as well, as the sogginess of her padding rubbing against her most sensitive area was slowly becoming too much to ignore.

The matriarch had returned to Janet's side, watching the human with an intense curiosity. Janet's half-opened eyelids drifted down from the plumage decorated fox down to the front of her soaked diaper. The smoke's effects had muddled her mind further, but she managed a singular moment of clarity as the device the matriarch was wielding was momentarily lifted from her padded crotch.

A... Vibrator wand..? How... Where did they...

Her stipulations as to the steadily increasing supply of human paraphernalia the

foxes had successfully hoarded were halted as the vibrator was pressed down firmly against her front. She moaned, sensual pleasure coursing through her neurons at an increasingly overwhelming rate as her mind returned to the pleasant blankness caused by the mystifying smoke.

The matriarch pushed the device harder into her sodden padding, and before Janet could gather herself to formulate another thought she felt her hips bucking. She was helpless, tied down and pleasured to a near maddening level of sexual ecstasy she felt herself releasing herself passionately into the front of her diaper.

For a few seconds, all she could understand was deep, profound euphoria. Nothing could have felt better than cumming into the front of her soggy diapers, the wand was pressed further into the now creasing, crinkling plastic further exacerbating her orgasm, limbs quivering as a shudder coursed its way down her entire body.

Almost as soon as it arrived, Janet felt herself descending down from her hormonal high as an emphatic lethargy came over her body. She felt weak, unable even to tug at her bonds.

The matriarch watched in fascination as the strange creature before her blinked several times, her eyelids appearing heavy before falling back down to sleep as quickly as she had woken up.

The fox chittered under her breath thoughtfully, flicking the vibrator's switch into the off position and lowering it to her side. She leaned forward, briefly snuffling Janet's hair before retracting to once more study her intently.

Noting that the fur-less creature appeared to be determined to sleep, she withdrew from the tent. Outside, she snapped her fingers at one of the foxes, briefly exchanging a word with them as she commanded them to attend to the dwindling fire inside of Janet's hut.

? ?

Janet stirred once more, unwilling to rouse herself from her pleasant snooze. She could feel a distinct pressure building up in her lower abdomen, growing steadily more intense pushing its way to the front of her attention.

She shifted, trying to adjust herself into a more comfortable position only to be held back, momentarily forgetting she was still restricted.

"Mmm..."

She murmured, a note of irritation that sounded far more churlish than she would have normally allowed herself to express coming from her lips. She grunted, frustrated and annoyed that something as mundane as her own body's needs was bothering her. At last, she pushed.

Just... Some gas...

She thought to herself, already falling back into the depths of her dreamless dozing as with the release of pressure came a welcome relief.

Janet was completely unaware that the fox that had been ordered to rekindle the fire had witnessed the entire scene. He had watched, alarmed but morbidly intrigued by the larger being as she appeared to be struggling against a great discomfort. His jaw had slackened in abject disbelief as the sounds of flatulence followed by a much deeper, wetter sound came from the human's rear end.

Even from his vantage point, he had seen the bottom of the human's diaper balloon outward to accompany the subsequent mess. She had voided herself without a second thought, not even bothering to open her eyes. Followed by a sigh of contentment, her head had lolled to the side as her body relaxed once more.

The fox felt himself begin to sweat from apprehension; he dithered, momentarily unsure of what he should do under such circumstances. Turning, he fled the tent running on soft paw pads towards the tent of the village matriarch, his tail swishing behind him as it exited between the flaps of the tent.

? ?

Janet's head felt fuzzy, for the first few minutes of wakefulness she was unable to even grasp who she was let alone where she was still being held captive. The blanket that smothered her thoughts was not unpleasant, allowing nothing more complicated than a pleasant appreciation of the feeling of fresh air against her nether regions.

Something wet and warm was wiping away at her bottom, clearing it of a foreign substance she could not recall having applied to her cheeks when she was last awake. It felt nice, the adept hands of whoever was taking care of her took great care in delicately caressing her private parts as they were washed.

Still hazy, Janet blinked the night's worth of sand out of her eyes before glancing sluggishly down her body as her curiosity got the better of her.

The female fox, who was now balling up the diaper that Janet had been wearing the night previously, appeared to be handling the item with a degree of separation and disgust that puzzled the anthropologist for a moment.

Then it struck her, with a deep-seated feeling of embarrassment came over as she realized that she must have soiled herself as she slept. Not only had she relieved herself into her padding without waking up like she had when she had been very little, the foxes had apparently taken this in stride as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. Unsure of what to do or how to react, she felt her cheeks burning at the thought of being discovered in the morning in a thoroughly used diaper.

Despite the strange fire's effects on her, muffling her thoughts and reasoning, the feeling of being very vulnerable in that moment crept over her causing her to feel overwhelmingly self-conscious. She mumbled indistinctly, pulling helplessly against her bonds as she thought of a thing to say to conserve what little dignity of hers remained.

It might as well have fallen on deaf ears, however, as the foxes still did not understand her. This was worsened by far as she found that her lips felt oddly clumsy, and try as she might she could not coax them to form into anything more coherent than nonsensical babble.

Her worries as to the steady loss of control she was experiencing was soon lost to her muddled thoughts, for even as another diaper was being fluffed up and laid beneath her bottom the nipple of the bottle was presented to her. Her eyes crossed, a gurgle emanating from her stomach as she realized that she was ravenous.

Without thinking, her lips parted and she accepted the sweet, warm milk with gratitude as it quenched her parched throat. With Janet successfully distracted, the fox that had been in charge of changing her carefully placed the last tape onto the landing zone of the diaper with adept paws, affectionately patting her freshly padded front as she did so.

Janet relaxed. The hints of worry and apprehension that had been kindled inside of her ever since her capture now forgotten and laid to the wayside. She simply could not string together the effort nor the wherewithal to comprehend her predicament anymore. Her attention span lapsed, transitioning from her bottle, to the need to pee, and to the various baby toys the foxes amused themselves with by holding them over her head and giggling as she watched in obvious rapture.

Janet found that she found the rattles and stuffed animals they presented her with immensely entertaining, gurgling softly, eyes sparkling as she laughed and sniffled whenever play time was over.

The foxes took apparent delight in this, cooing softly and tickling her nose with the tips of their tails as they took turns taking care of and playing with her. Soon enough, the tent became a regular place of visitation for the inhabitants of the little village. While before they had been somewhat wary of her, now the matron and matriarch combined often had to shoo away their curious kits from overstimulating their human charge.

Despite the progression of Janet's deteriorating mind, the effects of the powder thrown onto the fire that was lit every night before she fell asleep, she now found that she did not enjoy bath time as much as before. She would whimper, and occasionally shed a few tears as they stripped her of her diaper and wiped her down with sponges and towels. At the conclusion of her baths, she would always wriggle in delight as a fresh diaper was presented to her, now having become incredibly fond of the sensation of the soft, fluffy folds of the protective undergarment.

The anthropologist's brief moments of clarity and worry came with less and less frequency, until without even realizing it she found herself unable to recall what her life was even like before she became the fox's plaything. Her days were filled only with the many toys she found incredibly stimulating, and the multiple diaper changes she had to go through every day as her incontinence grew to even day time wettings and messes. These she soon to become barely aware of, until she noticed that her diaper felt a little warmer and squishier than usual.

She hardly thought twice about it now, even the smallest twinge in her bladder or slight cramp in her torso would lead to a fresh accident only a minute later. The foxes, of course, did not seem to mind her growing incontinence as they would change her in the mornings, afternoon, and once before bedtime to ensure that she was comfortable.

Unbeknownst to Janet, however, the lower ranking females in charge of changing her messy diapers began to draw straws for the task. This fact remained unknown even to their matriarch and Janet's matron, who accompanied the majority of Janet's feedings and baths and only changed her on a handful of occasions.

When it became clear that the human had been mentally incapacitated enough by the effects of the fire's smoke, they began to experiment with freeing her from her bonds.

Having spent several weeks now unable to support any weight on her legs, Janet's legs wobbled and she was able only to crawl around. The foxes did not allow her to leave the tent, stooping down to turn Janet's chin away with soft paws whenever she meandered too close to the tent's entrance. They entertained themselves by watching her crawl around the straw floor of her tent, her thickly padded bottom waving cheerfully behind her as she played with the toys strewn about her makeshift nursery with gusto.

At this point, Janet had developed an ever present drool. Her chin was constantly moist with her saliva, causing the foxes to often affectionately wipe her face or don a bib around her neck to collect the continuous stream. The young woman delighted in the attention, finding her pleasures now revolved around the many affections and attentions the foxes gave her. The inhabitants of the island delighted in babying her, mocking her and chiding her in their foreign tongue as they amused themselves with how passive and dim she was becoming.

Occasionally, late at night, the matriarch would stride into Janet's tent with the vibrator wand. Janet's straps would be tightened until she was unable to move more than a centimeter. The matriarch would then tease her, grinning and showing off her pearlesque, pointed teeth, as she watched the human writhe and moan in response to the stimulation. Sometimes, she would allow her subject to finish. Other times she would withdraw from the tent prematurely, leaving Janet's dulled mind aching and yearning for more. The days following such denials, the pacified human could be found pressing her palms against the front of her diaper to the point where the foxes would often have to restrain her to keep her wandering hands from slipping inside the leak guards of her diaper, used or not.

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One day, as Janet was shaking one of the rattles that her babysitters had left for her to entertain herself with, she glanced up to see the matriarch and her company standing in the front entrance of the tent.

"Buh!"

She exclaimed, a line of drool dribbling down the left corner of her mouth as she shook the rattle at them in excitement. Was it time for a change? Her baba? Hopefully not a bath...

Janet's dim thoughts, little more than wordless instincts and vague concepts, whirled in confusion as the cognitively stunted woman tried to figure out what would cause the big female fox in charge to be looking at her with such a keen gleam in her eye.

She sat back, her thick padding serving as a soft cushion for a seat while she stared blankly at them, chewing on the bottom handle of the plastic rattle to soothe her sense of anxiety.

As the matriarch approached, Janet looked down and did her best to stir as little as she could. Throughout the past weeks, she had been spanked twice by the feathered fox in response to when she had protested or struggled too much during her baths. She now always felt a little cowed whenever the stern visage of the fox appeared before her, as the notion that she was very much subservient to the matriarch had been successfully imbued into her soft, malleable head.

Janet felt something being wrapped around her neck, smooth but strong, and she heard a click behind her head as something was buckled into place.

"Neh-na."

The soft, rasping voice of the matriarch encouraged her; she tugged at the other end of a leash attached to the makeshift collar around Janet's neck. Knowing better than to resist, Janet dutifully plodded after the fox as she was led out of the tent for the first time since the day of her capture.

Her padded posterior impeding her crawl somewhat, Janet blinked several times as the brightness of the sunshine streaming from above assaulted her sensitive irises. Around her, the cacophony of the crowd of fox villagers that had gathered to see her was almost too much for her ears to bear.

Chitters, cries, howls of laughter, and a hubbub of conversation burst forth as she was put on display for all to see. Janet was not given a chance to fully take in the scene before her, which she would have marveled at had she still had her wits about her. She felt more like bursting into tears than admiring the rare sight of so many anthropomorphic foxes in their natural habitat. Sniveling, she continued to crawl after the matriarch that occasionally gave the leash an occasional tug, firm but not too forceful, to encourage her onwards through the crowd.

The foxes parted around her, occasionally reaching out to touch Janet's long hair or pat her affectionately on the diaper, before darting back and descending into a volley of giggles and excited babble.

The young woman was reaching her limit of tolerance as she felt her senses becoming overstimulated. Just then, the party stopped suddenly and Janet looked up into the amber eyes of a female fox standing purposefully in front of her.

Her naked breasts, voluptuous and larger than any of those she had seen on the other foxes, were exposed to the elements. Their nipples glistened in the sunshine, causing Janet's salivary glands to begin to shift into overdrive as her stomach rumbled in anticipation.

Janet's mind was little more than infantile urges at this point; she yearned to wrap her lips around one of the nipples and suckle their tantalizingly sweet milk out. Little did she know that the vixen in front of her had been responsible for filling up all of the bottles of milk she had ingested over the past few weeks as her sole source of nutrition.

The vixen kneeled in front of Janet, her eyes warm and inviting as she spread her arms out as if to embrace the young woman. She stood about a head taller than the majority of the foxes, her form larger and better filled out.

Her hunger getting the better of her, Janet crawled forward as the matriarch's grip on her leash grew slack to allow her to press forward. Moving into the vixen's lap, Janet quickly forgot about the throng of foxes around her who all watched with eager fascination as her lips connected with the vixen's waiting nipple.

She suckled, her lips moving and forming incoherent words as she latched onto the vixen's prominent bosom and began to suckle in earnest. The vixen's soft paws moved through her hair, caressing her as she chittered gently while she allowed Janet to nurse. Reaching around with one paw, she patted the bottom of Janet's diaper affectionately much to the delight of the witnessing foxes. The forest seemed alive with their commentary, giggling and laughing at the spectacle of the grown woman reduced to nothing more than a suckling babe to serve as their afternoon source of entertainment.

The humiliation of the situation was completely lost upon Janet, whose eyes were now closed as all she could properly concentrate on was quelling her hunger with the creamy ambrosia that came from the female vixen's ruby nipples. For a good ten minutes she fed, the milk dribbling out of the corner of her awkward lips only to be wiped away by one of the vixen's fox attendees.

At last, Janet felt like she had had her fill. Detaching herself from the vixen, she belched so loudly that it startled her. She looked up at the vixen with wide, innocent eyes as a rivulet of drool escaped the corner of her mouth. With a paw, the vixen wiped at her mouth with one of her paws and crooned softly into her ear, praising her in her strange tongue for doing so well at filling herself up with her milk.

The vixen stood up, gently shifting Janet off of her lap who slid off and resumed her stance on all fours.

The young woman felt sated, having grown used to the bright sunshine pelting down on her skin and the tumult of noise around her. A full stomach had helped ease her initial feelings of anxiety, although a new, albeit familiar sensation accompanied the sensation of fullness in her tummy.

Without a moment's hesitation, she lifted her left leg slightly for better leverage as she heaved a sigh of contentment. Visible to the part of the crowd to her left, the foxes gaped and watched in astonishment as she relieved herself with no visible sense of self-consciousness into the front of her padding. Barely audible over the ambient sounds of the forest and the many howls and yips that came from the foxes, a muffled hissing noise could be heard from inside of Janet's padding.

As Janet finished, the front of her padding now sagging beneath her and slightly yellowed from her deposit, the foxes erupted in a delightful orchestra of amusement. Teeth flashed and eyes sparkled as the indigenous anthropomorphs delighted in the spectacle Janet was giving them. When the mirth of the crowd subsided somewhat, the matriarch snapped her paw pads together and pointed at one of the foxes that composed her entourage.

Obediently, the fox unshouldered the satchel he had been carrying on his back and rifled through its contents, bringing out the necessary supplies for a diaper change. Janet, who had now turned her attention to staring with wide eyes at the throng of foxes, sat down on her now thoroughly soaked diaper as her thumb made its way into her mouth. Staring dumbly out at the crowd, she was gently coaxed by prodding pawpads and soft encouragement until she was laying flat on her back, her legs kicking softly in the air above her.

Now familiar with this position, as her diaper had been changed many times before by the caring paws of the foxes, she continued to contentedly suckle her thumb as they tended to her.

Not a single remnant of her former self remained, as she had drunk from the vixen's very breast. With this final act of infantilized subservience, the young anthropologist had sealed her fate. She gurgled contentedly, shivering slightly as a moistened towelette caressed her skin while she was wiped down by the attending fox. Too occupied with the pleasant sensation of the sunshine above her on her sensitive skin, and the wonderful feeling of a full tummy, Janet allowed herself to be changed in front of the entire village.

And so, to this day, does she remain there. Lovingly taken care of and continuously put on display for the amusement of her captors whenever the whim strikes them. Janet Parker, anthropomorphologist, permanent resident of the Isle of Foxes, and needing no less than three diaper changes a day.