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Sam awoke at what seemed like morning to him. The lights in his room were still off but being a canid he had natural night vision. His room had been tidied up significantly. The name "Sammy" had been plastered around the room. The name felt stupid & infantile for the muscular & smart hyena that he thought it addressed. He decided to really look around the room, he didn't know whether he could escape or not and how long he would be there. He sat up only to be met with the crinkle and squish of a wet diaper. Looking down he cringed as he saw the two wetness indicators on the thin medical diaper had turned blue It was just the drugs I couldn't have done this any other way. Sam couldn't let himself accept responsibility at the moment.

He immediately got up. Looking for a bathroom only to find nothing of that sort. Walking over the the changing table he found that it had been freshly stocked in his slumber. Restraining straps had been added to the bed of the table alongside a box of wet wipes; a box of latex gloves sat idly on the end of the table. The side of the changing table had a gallery of multiple different diapers. The old medical diapers had been switched out for some medium-sized playtime diapers. Some with cartoon dinosaur prints of playing parasaurs, while others were more babyish thicker playtime diapers that had what seemed like a canid print with ABCs & 123s swirling ahead inside of stylistic pastel color schemes with paw print wetness indicators. The bottom row containing thick medical and princess/unicorn printed nighttime diapers. A diaper pail had been added too. I'll make damn sure that isn't used Sam thought. Yet with every move, the crinkle of his already wet diaper reminded him of its presence. Surely they intend to let me use a bathroom if I ask. He thought

Walking over to the playpen he found a shelf full of airplanes and dinosaur models that he would've liked to have whether in St. Haniel or not. He realized that his phone was gone and remembered that electronic detox tends to take a toll on the mind quickly. He might become irritable. He felt humiliated and infantile that he could be housed here. He pranced over to the wardrobe he had seen earlier. Standing up he started inspecting the clothes. Multiple onesies to match the diaper prints sat on hangers inside as well as shorts & t-shirts of varying colors. He started to look through the drawers to find underwear. The first drawer held varying socks. Some were long striped leggings of different colors while others had prints to match the onesies. Another drawer down was of various bedsheets and linens. Another drawer down held blankets. He plucked out a softer one and wore it like a cloak to conceal himself. As much as he wanted to change he hadn't the slightest clue of how to change his diaper and a deep down small part of him enjoyed the warm soggy feeling of the diaper up against him. The final drawer down had many a medical restraint in it. The most obvious being a mint colored straitjacket with signatures of what Sam assumed were former "patients" It also had leg binds, various modules for the straitjacket including a diaper strap, and a segufix adapter. Looking back towards the bed and changing table he saw D rings everywhere that could serve to anchor him anywhere

The room behind him was illuminated instantly as the lights above were flicked on. Nearly slamming the drawer shut, the hyena's heartbeat shot up. Ms. Vixee walked into the room, "Good morning Sammy! It's a bright new day out and you have so many people eager to meet you! Sammy? Where are you baby" He scrambled into the corner of the closet to hide out of irrational fear from the woman but the loud crinkling of his diaper gave him away. Immediately the towering figure of Ms. Vixee peered over Sam, "Sweetheart you don't need to hide I'm here to take care of you." She said in a disheartened voice, she took a knee and stretched out her hand to lift Sam, "Thought we could go get you your first checkup for your treatment. Now I need you to behave today or else mommy's gonna have to help you behave again, and I prefer when you do that by yourself alright?" Something in her tone again seemed genuinely caring, She didn't want him any harm, Only what was best; his and her idea of best was quite different. Nervously Sam reached out his hand and clasped hers. She pulled him towards herself. I guess I have to trust her for now I don't have any backup Sam thought. He whined through his pacigag ashamedly. "Oh Sammy don't worry, sometimes littles can't help but piddle in their diapers, and that's okay, don't be ashamed; I'm here to take care of you." Her voice emanated warmth and care. She pressed a hand to the front of his diaper, "Oh your still warm, My little boy must have held it all night hmm" Sam had tried to back away but she had positioned her hand behind him preventing it. Lifting him up, Sam wiggled in surprise but calmed down as she set him on the changing table. Sam blushed as the noise of the diaper tapes being undone reached him. She continued to change immediately into the thick playtime diaper with the canids and ABCs on it. "Today I thought that we could spend some time getting to know each other, otherwise I think you need to just try and relax. Let's try not to have any accidents today alright sweetheart, I wish I could put you in pull-ups but you'd leak right through with what you did that last diaper" she said in a downtrodden tone of voice. Not my fault you fucking drugged me, lady! Sam thought. maybe he needed to simmer down.

He pouted defiantly and rubbed his stomach, he hadn't eaten since last morning which had been a different world entirely. He felt so childish using body language to ask for things. "Oh yes, Mommy needs some breakfast too, That's a wonderful idea, Sammy. I can take you right now! Just need to get you in some clothes and we're off" she said as she dragged him off the changing table and over to the wardrobe. Sam pointed towards the shorts and t-shirts, Anything but those fucking onesies he thought, "Sammy don't you know little babies don't get to choose their clothes, besides this'll be faster and you'll look so much cuter" she said picking out the onesie that matched his diaper print. She picked it out and turned towards him. He didn't feel like resisting when she was being so nice. Afterwards, as they walked out he began to take in his surroundings. A carpeted floor and the mint walls met him again. Other rooms like his were down the hall, Ms. Vixee held his hand firmly, Sam didn't dare break off seeing as what happened last time. Not yet, Can't escape on an empty stomach He thought.

After one or two turns she dragged him through a door into a kitchen, big enough to support a bar of people but at the time was empty. Looking around he was suddenly picked up again, he whined again but was ignored. She placed him in a highchair, he put his arms down to jump out but was swiftly stuck there by the wolf's powerful paw, "Don't be fussy now, the high chairs is nothing special alright, gives us both an easier time doesn't it precious?" She said, Sam nodded nervously. He looked around only for his field of view to be anchored as Ms. Vixee attached Sam's collar to the chair. Additionally securing clipping in a seatbelt-like restrain that came up from between his legs and attached to two straps from the side of the chair. She went about humming as if it were another day at the office. She came back from the kitchen with scrambled eggs, bacon, and a sippy cup of something. Taking off his pacigag, Sam opened his mouth to speak but caught Ms. Vixee's eye immediately, "Remember your place my sweet, Little ones shouldn't speak inappropriately, lest mommy has to discipline them." She fed him slowly, humming and checking her phone as she ate Granola and yogurt from a cup. Sam ate knowing he needed to keep his energy up. The protein from the eggs would help maintain his muscles. Afterward, she gave him the sippy cup to keep. Digging through her purse, Sam realized it was a diaper bag alongside other supplies. He saw various medical items and 2 spares. He saw a keycard and something akin to an EpiPen stimulant. Finally, she pulled out a key and undid the collar bind. Sam lept out of the chair but not before Ms. Vixee had taken his paw and reinserted a normal pacifier that had his name branded on it. The pacifier was clipped onto a small lanyard she attached to his collar. He tasted something strange on it and decided to spit it out and nurse on the sippee cup, All the while Ms. Vixee had been closely watching him.

Looking up he realized a decent amount of Timber wolves had been situated around the halls, some seemingly worked while others stood guard in some respect. Orderlies, fuck me man He thought. His attention switched back to what was in front of him. The door in front of him opened into a waiting room with a name on the door. Dr. Franz, am I getting a fucking checkup? He smirked at the idea. His stubborn oppositional yet playful mindset was the only thing keeping him from fearing everything around him. She had led him inside and sat him down on a chair. It appeared to be a waiting room. "You stay right there, Ms. Vixees gonna go talk to the doctor and get you situated. We'll be in and out in a jiffy, Sound good?" She went to secure his collar to his chair but the door opened in front with a smaller feline dressed in a suit calling her name. Looking up she seemed to forget herself and picked up conversation with the man. Quickly ducking through the doorway to speak with him privately. This was his moment. He had to run.