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• Chapter 1 -

The Education Center was a facility that aimed to rehabilitate criminals. The privately funded institution sought to reduce overcrowding in the federal prison system. By 2025, prison overcrowding became a significant issue. The U.S. federal government continued their "war on drugs" by arresting and convicting people with minor drug-related offenses. While this was happening, other countries decriminalized -- and even regulated -- substances that were previously illegal. Because of the sharp increase of incarcerations for relatively minor offenses, offenders charged with more serious crimes were given parole, probation or released early without supervision. Realizing that the government was unable to reform their laws enough to reduce overcrowding, a company by the name of Orbus started purchasing several large commercial lots around the country and build what they originally branded as halfway houses. Seeing that managing halfway houses were labor-intensive and therefore too costly to manage properly, Orbus retooled their plans. Inmates were forced to undergo a series of bold and very unconvential steps toward "complete rehabilitation."

Orbus was founded by a world-renowned clinical psychologist and hypnotherapist named Dr. Stephen Ward. When he was in practice, Ward noticed his patients were more willing to comply if they were forced to be dependant on someone else for things that they naturally have control over. For example, as Ward stated in a research paper he wrote the year he completed his doctorate, "A man who cannot walk must be pushed [in a wheelchair]. A man who cannot eat must be fed." Then Ward noticed his patients showed submissive tendencies when he deprived them of what he cheerfully called "pride." Taking away one's pride often resulted in embarrassment. "In a material-obsessed society where one is expected to synchronize perfectly with societal norms, we are often shunned for weaknesses that aren't considered socially acceptance."

Ward pointed to involuntary medical disorders such as urinary incontinence, a condition that inspired him to patent his rehabilitation plan. "In many cases, urinary incontinence is painless, but it is mentally devastating to those who -- for most of their lives -- use the toilet. There is a profound fear of losing control of something you've always had. The spontaneity of incontinence forces one to depend on something or someone to prevent further embarrassment and personal shame. Personal shame is a toxin to the 'id,' which is the unorganized part of the personality structure that contains a human's basic, instinctual drives," he wrote. The toxin paralyzes the sufferer into compliance." Ward concluded that by securing compliance from the "sufferer," the sufferer would be more psychologically inclined to rely on a "leader," or a caregiver. Unlike other methods of forced dependency like bondage -- which Ward also incorporated into his rehabilitation manifestos -- incontinence was a natural slippery slope to infantilism. With long-term hypnotherapy sessions, adult sensibilities are gradually stripped and streamlined into "purity": a state of mind that purges bad intentions.

Ward has his share of critics, who described his studies as "perverse" yet many conceded that his "forced infantilism" was strangely effective. After several years of trial and error, Ward truthfully proclaimed that criminals -- who served time in jail for more than one stint -- "became more docile, child-like and simple." Seeing that it could effectively reduce overcrowding in prisons nationwide, private investors realized that Ward's practice was a potentially profitable venture. In 2042, Ward founded Orbus. With investor money and handsomely rewarding government contracts, Orbus erected several halfway houses around the U.S. Ward personally trained all physical therapists and psychiatrists on-site. Orbus operations expanded significantly once the Education Centers became franchises. And in 2050, Education Centers were recognized by most Americans as a safe, but pricey alternative to prison. Yet some remained skeptical of The Education Center's "cult-like" motives, practices and overall effectiveness.

Sam "Terinas" Hutchins had no idea what he was getting himself into.

Sam had good intentions and was always a law-abiding citizen. When he came back from his military tour overseas, Sam experienced some psychological issues. The 28-year-old former warrant officer was eventually diagnosed with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder and doctors had him undergo therapy, which involved taking medication. One Summer evening, he decided to stop taking his medication to the chagrin of his girlfriend. When his girlfriend confronted him, Sam snapped. What happened after that was a complete blur to him. When he came to his senses, Sam found himself in handcuffs and sitting in the backseat of a policecar. He was charged with assault and battery. Though his public defender convinced a jury that he was "mentally incapacitated" at the time of the crime, he was found guilty and sentenced to six months at the Education Center. The judge insiste that he serve time there "for his own good." Still in shock over the fact that he hurt someone he deeply loved, Sam readily surrendered himself to the process.

When he arrived at the Education Center, which was located about 20 miles south of his hometown of Huntswood, Sam was escorted by armed guards to a large waiting room. This room was called "Intake." The room looked like something you would see at a prestigious medical facility: leather sofas, coffee tables with a large assortment of magazines, surprisingly clean carpet flooring. There were beige-colored walls. Soft jazz music was playing on speakers placed randomly around the room. Sam looked around curiously. He didn't expect the Education Center to be so accommodating. In fact, the guards asked him to wait on one of the sofas until his number was called. He was given a paper slip with the number "42" on it. When he sat down, Sam felt a little nervous. He felt a false sense of security, but he couldn't understand why he was feeling this way.

At least the prison environment was more predictable in appearance, Sam thought -- but this was strange. There were other inmates who walked freely around the room. Of course, some were misbehaving. Every time disruptions occurred, guards swooped in and violently wrestled their prey to the ground. Then the disruptors are handcuffed and taken out of the room. Seeing how the guards handled the situation, everyone else decided that maybe it was a good idea to play by the rules. Watching the craziness unfold led Sam to think about his sanity momentarily. "Why can't I be normal? Why can't my mind unwind itself?" he thought to himself. "Stop, stop, stop!"

When his number was called, Sam snapped out of his trance. He stood up, pulled down and adjusted his brown t-shirt. He walked to the processing window and spoke to a heavy-set woman behind the glass.

"State your name, sir," she said coldly.

"Sam Hut--"

"Slowly!"

Sam calmly exhaled. "Sam Hutchins."

She typed noisily on a keyboard. "Perfect. Your name came up... One moment."

Sam drummed his fingers on a counter by the window. "Are you familiar with Orbus' policies?"

"No, I'm not," Sam replied tersely.

"You'll be briefed on that later today, then. But what I will say is this: you will be taking one tablet a day. It's an anti-depressant that you need to take shortly after you wake up in the morning."

"But... why?" Sam was suspicious.

"Every person who is processed takes this tablet. We have no intention to make you dependent on this medication. It will help you relax and be more receptive to our services."

"What 'services' are you talking about?"

The woman stared intensely into Sam's eyes. "That will be up to the coordinator and the warden of this facility. We have a curriculum of activities. Now, excuse me sir. We need to move this along."

Sam was fingerprinted. He was given an inmate number and a small booklet describing the Education Center. He was told to get dressed and was handed a purple uniform that closely resembled one that's worn by prison inmates. But facility staff were quick to correct people that they were not a "prison" in a traditional sense. Still, Sam had a very unsettling feeling that rumbled deep in his stomach. He didn't know what to expect, but he wanted to serve his time and get it out of the way. As soon as he was processed and dressed, Sam was escorted to his cell.

As he was led down a bright-lit hallway with a row of cell doors to his left and right, Sam felt a sense of comfort knowing that -- at least for a while -- he was in a place where he couldn't hurt anyone from the outside world.

He kept thinking of his girlfriend and the tears that ran down her eyes before the blackout. She pleaded with him to take his medication. He stubbornly refused. Then in an instant, he lost control of his mind. Police told him that he struck her violently, causing her to slam against the wall. That was before he picked up furniture, including chairs and lamps, and threw them around the room wildly. The words that continously echoed through his mind was, "Did I do that? I couldn't have!" Just thinking about what happened triggered anger. Shortly before arriving at his cell, he jerked his hands around while he was handcuffed. He felt that the cuffs were too tight.

"Settle down," grumbled the tall, muscular guard escorting Sam. "Not worth it."

Sam sighed heavily. He could barely control himself. The only thing that kept him centered was the fear that he would never recover from his psychological trauma. He held hope that he was going through a phase in his life that wasn't permanent.

He wanted to forget all those horrifying memories from his tours of duty overseas, which were associated mostly with being lost in a foreign land, not knowing what was going to happen next. He witnessed several of his friends and brothers-in-arms lose their limbs and lives in unimaginable ways. When he returned home, Sam was haunted by his memories and the feeling of helplessness: not being able to save the people he swore to protect. It wasn't that he wasn't willing to sacrifice himself for his country. He served in conditions that were out of his control. Things happened so fast, he was realistically in no position to save anyone unless he was somehow clairvoyant or lucky. Nevertheless, he felt guilty -- and that guilt helped advance his psychosis.

When he arrived at his cell, Sam was taken aback by the cell's interior. It looked more like a small hotel room than a cell. Of course, the room was constructed like a cell: bunk-bed in the middle, toilet and sink in the corner. Directly across the bunk bed was a dresser that doubled as a changing table that an adult to lay on. There were even steps leading up to the changing table, but Sam naively assumed that the table was a shelf for additional storage. Beside the table was a small desk, which included a lamp, notepads, pens and pencils. The cell was painted with a bright, pastel blue color. The room looked comfortable, but Sam was suspicious. Something didn't seem right. He was expecting to be confined in a small cell, behind bars -- an environment that wasn't so cheerful.

"Surprised?" asked the guard as he removed Sam's handcuffs.

"Y-yeah. This is strange," replied Sam.

"You'll get used to it. We're not a prison, after all. We focus on rehabilitation here. Our job is to actually make our guests comfortable."

"You're not being sarcastic, are you?"

"No, no. You're going to have a 'bunk-mate' arrive shortly. Enjoy the short-lived peace and quiet," said the guard as he walked away, closed the solid cell door behind him and walked away.

Sam looked around the room for a few minutes. He checked the drawers. Empty. He sat down on the bottom bunk and buried his head in his hands. He felt his oily, unshaven face -- covered in salty sweat and dried tears. He got up, walked over to the sink to splash some water on his face. He let the water run for a second as he looked at himself in the mirror. The words "loser" and "psycho" came to mind. He noticed that his eyes were almost completely red. He barely recognized himself. Sam imagined the way he used to look before he went off to war. Back then, he was still a boy: carefree, optimistic and helplessly bullheaded. He knew he was a shadow of his former self. The moment he turned off the faucet and shook his hands dry, Sam knew that he had a long road to recovery.

"I'll give this place a shot," he muttered to himself.

Suddenly, the cell door swung open. The same guard from before arrived with a new guest in tow. The new guest was in his mid-20s, slender but tall, short brown hair and thick-rim eyeglasses. He smirked at Sam, who stood quietly with his hands folded. Sam stared intensely into the new cellmate's eyes. "A wise-ass," Sam thought to himself. "I'll keep a good distance from him, and try not to stir up any trouble."

Once his handcuffs were removed, the young man approached Sam with his arm extended. "Nice to meet you. I'm Luca."

"Sam Hutchins." The terse soldier firmly shook Luca's hand.

"Alright. So... top or bottom?"

"Excuse me?" Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, I meant the bed over there."

The guard left the cell and closed the door. Sam looked over at the bed. "Doesn't matter," Sam replied coldly.

"Top bunk it is."

• Chapter 2 -

The faculty gathered in a large meeting room. Some of them were dressed in white lab coats. Others were dressed more casually; they were the counselors and caretakers. They convened to discuss what they called "Orientation." First they discussed the rules and procedures for recently hired staff members. Everyone in the room was told that each "guest" would undergo several "phases" of rehabilitation. Warden Michelle Wu told the staff in attendance that they were prohibited from discussing any specifics about the phases. Everyone would operate under the presumption -- while working with the guests -- that no phases had actually occurred. Michelle reminded people to refrain from even alluding to therapy and cautioned against informing guests of any specifics pertaining to the therapy process.

"The guests aren't supposed to know about the ways they are being programmed. 'Programmed' is a controlling term, isn't it?," said Michelle with a faint chuckle. "We tell them, 'You're evolving naturally. You're fine. Everything's good,' and that's it. See, the thing is: if they know what's happening to them, they're less likely to go along with the therapy. Our methods are subliminal. We're altering their consciousness. They can't know that it's being altered. I hope I'm clear on this."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

A staff member raised their hand. Michelle pointed to that person. "Yes?" said Michelle.

"I was wondering, well... what if one of the guests either doesn't comply or is suspicious of what's going on?" asked the staff member.

Michelle smiled. "Glad you asked. Of course, I can't say that every person that goes in here will come out perfectly fine. Expect hesitation. Expect concern. Expect outrage. I mean, look, every guest is different. Some are more willing to jump right in -- and others not so much. If I came in and I was told about the center's procedures, I would be like, 'No way! Are you kidding me?' I would raise Hell, sure. It's understandable. Those who are too difficult, mentally, to break, we treat them the same way as those who refuse to comply from the get-go. They go through an alternative course of treatment." She stopped short of explaining the "alternative" treatment.

Michelle stood up from her chair and looked around the meeting room. "I see the looks on your faces," she cackled. "Tell you what: if you have any moral objections, you can stand up, walk out of the room and leave. I will not judge you. This is your last opportunity to bow out. I'll be honest with you guys. From here on out, things are going to be -- shall we say -- different. But what we do here helps society in the long run. You're all part of a noble, worthy cause. If Doctor Ward were here, he'd tell you the same thing."

Meanwhile, Sam and Luca struck up a conversation and found out a little more about each other.

For instance, Sam learned that Luca was sent to the Education Center after being sentenced for a series of cybercrimes that he committed over the span of two years. Luca described his penchant for computer hacking as an "adrenaline rush." Sam couldn't relate to it because he wasn't familiar with computers. Still, he was glad to hear someone else's problems -- so he didn't have to think about his own.

Luca was also roughly five years younger than him. Sam never felt that he had a childhood or grew up the way he would have liked. Joining the military and undergoing traumatic experiences aged him. He looked at Luca, assessed the reasons why the young man was imprisoned and jokingly cast it all aside as "lame shit." Luca chuckled softly and climbed up to his top bunk bed. But when he was starting to get comfortable, a voice could be heard coming from a loud speaker outside their cell.

"Today we're going to be conducting orientation for our new guests. We will unlock all cells containing recent arrivals, and guards will be available to escort you to the classroom," said a booming male voice.

"Classrooms?" Sam asked Luca.

Luca shrugged. "Beats me. I've never heard of a prison having a 'classroom.' On second thought..."

Sam waited patiently for Luca to complete his thought a few seconds before asking, "What?"

"This place. I read that they're all about 'teaching' people -- about what, I don't know."

"But people have come out of the Education Center, right? Did they ever explain what they do here?"

"They don't say anything out of the usual. Like one guy wrote online that this place had counselors who helped people work out their problems."

"Like psychologists? I've been to several," Sam cackled.

"I guess so."

The cell door suddenly swung open and a guard waited outside to escort the two men.

Several inmates entered a large lecture hall with theater seating. Everyone filed into the hall in an orderly manner, and sat at their assigned seats. The guards led everyone to their destination. Sam and Luca sat next to each other. The lecture hall was dimly lit except for the stage, which had several staff members wandering around, checking the speakers, mixing board and microphone cables. Luca joked that it looked more like a rock concert than a lecture hall. Sam watched everything quietly. He couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. He didn't feel like he was in danger or threatened in any way. He felt that something was about to happen. After a few minutes, he loosened his muscles and sighed heavily. He blamed his paranoia on his psychological condition and tried to relax. "Nothing's going to happen," he muttered to himself. "Just sit down, shut up and stop thinking."

Warden Michelle Wu walked on stage and approached a microphone stand. She was dressed in a casual, tight black shirt and blue dress pants. She looked up at the inmates, who appeared confused and looking around.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen," said Michelle. Chatter noise in the hall suddenly died down. "I am Michelle Wu, Chief Warden of the Education Center. Everyone here is new to this facility. I want you all to be comfortable. We are not a prison. Obviously, if we were a prison, you would sit in a cell behind bars, given three meals a day and no one shows you how to be a more productive person in society. Our prison systems are overcrowded and people are released to the streets, never given any moral direction -- not fully understanding the difference between right and wrong. We're here to teach you how to become a better person. We do that by offering guidelines and counseling. Lessons are administered throughout the day, which you learn naturally by adaptation."

"What is she talking about?" Sam asked Luca.

Luca shrugged. "No idea."

"This is odd," muttered an inmate who sat on the other side of Sam. The tall inmate crossed his arms and stared down at the stage. "It gives me the chills."

Sam turned to face the man, who spoke in a Finnish accent. "What could they possibly do to us?" Sam asked the inmate.

"It sounds 'easy.' Sorry for my English. What's the American word for --"

Sam instinctively tuned into what the other inmate was trying to say. "Simple. Too simple. 'Guidelines and counseling'? A walk in the park."

"I've been in the military too long to know that nothing... nothing in life is simple. We're here, captured," said the inmate.

"Controlled... vulnerable..." rambled Sam. "What's your name, soldier?" he asked.

"Hysi Stenvall. Finnish Army. Oulu. English... oh, right. 'Northern Command.' First Jaeger. Sniper."

Impressed, Sam nodded. "Nice. How did you end up here?"

Hysi sighed. "I got drunk. I shot someone."

"They didn't die, did they?" asked Sam.

Hysi shook his head. "No." He looked at Sam and wondered, "Why did he ask me that?"

Michelle continued to deliver her remarks about the Education Center and vaguely discussed what daily life would consist of: breakfast served in rooms, showers in the morning, exercise followed by lunch in noon. After lunch, counselors would be deployed to each cell and consult the guests. Dinner would be served in the evening -- and each inmate is expected to consume their tablet before bed. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Some of the inmates were getting restless. The guest orientation became too tedious for some, who were starting to get roudy in their seats. Sam and Luca quietly looked around and noticed the exasperation taking place around them.

Suddenly, Michelle interrupted her speech to say, "First lesson starts right now!" Then the lights were turned off.

• Chapter 3 -

Sam woke up the next morning in his cell. He yawned and stretched his arms. His back was stiff from sleeping on a new mattress. He slowly rolled out of bed and casually paced back and forth around the cell. He looked up at Luca, who remained asleep and curled up in a ball. He seized the chance to use the toilet. He was very self-conscious of his privacy. As he walked to the commode, he felt his crotch suddenly getting warmer and wetter. He looked down and saw a wet spot growing around his groin. He opened his eyes in shock and muttered, "Shit! Shit! Shit!" nervously. He couldn't stop the flow. Urine dripped from his pantsleg to the concrete floor. He tried to unzip his fly in front of the toilet, but by the time he reached for his penis, he completely emptied his bladder.

"What the fuck? What the -- Jesus..."

Luca stared at his bunkmate, who clearly wet his uniform. Noticing Sam was upset, Luca decided to stay silent.

Exasperated, Sam threw off his uniform. Once he stripped his clothes, Sam discovered that he was wearing no underwear. He swore that he wore boxers from the night before. Feeling embarrassed, Sam somberly walked to his bed and sat down. He looked at the puddle of piss he made beside the toilet. He felt like an animal: a dirty, foul beast with no sense of decency.

Luca slowly climbed down from the top bunk and looked at Sam, who had his head buried in his hands. "Are you alright?" he asked Sam.

"No, obviously not. I fuckin' pissed myself," Sam barked.

"You're not the... only one..." Luca showed Sam that he, too, wet his uniform. "I think it happened when I was sleeping."

Sam was in disbelief. "How could this have happened? I mean, we --"

"Right. We came back from orientation, went to dinner. Was it something we ate or drank or..."

Sam threw his arms up in the air. "I don't know, but I don't like this."

"What do we do?"

"We need to clean this up somehow and get new uniforms."

Sam got up from his bed and pounded on the cell door, hoping a guard would hear the noise. "Hey, anyone out there? HEY!" Sam punched the door hard enough to bruise his knuckles. He was incensed. Never would he imagine the day that he would pee his pants like a baby. There was no explanation for it.

"Sam, stop. No one's coming," said Luca. "We're gonna have to wait."

Sam huffed and backed away from the door. He didn't avert his eyes from it, though. He heard footsteps outside. That was when he realized that a guard showed up. A lock could be heard clicking. The door slowly swung open. A man in a plaid red-and-black shirt and brown pants walked in. He wore rimless eyeglasses and had short brown hair. He carried a pastel blue-colored tote bag and set it down in front of him. He took out of the tote bag a pair of latex gloves and started putting them on.

"Good morning, gentlemen," said the middle-aged man. "My name is Greg Garrison. I'm a counselor and physician on-site. Is everything alright... Oh, I see." He smelled the strong stench of urine.

"I -- I mean, we had an accident and don't know --" Luca stammered.

"No problem. We had a few incidents of this happening this morning," said Greg. "It's understandable, given that people are still adjusting to their new locale."

"What do you mean a 'few incidents,' Garrison?" Sam mumbled loudly.

Realizing that he said something he shouldn't have, Greg cleared his throat. "I mean, like, people have accidents from time to time. It's not a big deal."

"What's going on here? I mean, like, really..."

Greg reached into his tote bag and pulled out a pair of thick adult diapers.

Sam shook his head nervously. "No... no..." he protested. "Not happening."

Luca was more willing to put one on. "I think I might need one, actually. I mean, I didn't have any control. But maybe... maybe what happened was a fluke or something."

Greg put the diapers down on the changing table. "You could say it's a 'fluke,' but I recommend putting one on so you don't risk messing up your uniform. We do the wash twice a week. If you have any other accidents, you're not going to have a change of uniform until the next time you can do the wash."

Luca bit his lip and walked slowly to Greg. "Alright, I guess I should do this..." said Luca, defeated. "Nobody will see me like this, right?"

Greg shook his head. "No."

Sam raised his hand and gestured a stop motion. "Wait a sec," said Sam as Greg quietly asked Luca to hop on the changing table. "You're getting people to wear... diapers? I feel uncomfortable about this."

Greg sighed. "It's your choice, I suppose."

"Yes, it's my choice," Sam snapped at Greg. He pointed to the toilet. "I'm not a baby."

Greg snickered and nudged his head toward the toilet. "It's not what you think it is."

"What are you talking about?"

"Look."

Sam headed to the toilet to check it out. He lifted the seat and noticed that there was a transparent, air-tight seal underneath it. Under the seal was a diaper pail, which contained a few dirty diapers inside. Shocked and angered by the discovery, Sam's eyes opened wide. "What kind of sick joke is this?" yelled Sam.

"Calm down," said Luca as he laid on the changing table.

"'Calm down'? This is fuckin' creepy!" Sam complained. "Are we being treated... like infants? Animals? We're potty-trained!"

Greg remained calm. "Relax."

Luca climbed onto the changing table and allowed the doctor to remove his uniform and get into a diaper. Sam shook his head and averted his eyes. He didn't want to process the mental image of his cellmate getting diapered, but for some reason, he expected these circumstances. He couldn't understand why he was expecting them. Deep inside, Sam felt that getting diapered was part of the system at the Education Center. On the surface, he denied that notion. He didn't want to believe it, but his subconscious was pressuring him to accept it unconditionally. He was clearly conflicted and lost in a sea of thoughts that couldn't fully materialize.

The fact is that he was hypnotized. When Sam and Luca attended the orientation lecture the night before, they were suddenly overwhelmed with a gas that was discharged into the room: an incapacitating agent deployed by the staff, who conveniently had protective masks covering their faces. Though it knocked every inmate unconscious, the gas effectively isolated the subconscious, which left everyone affected in an impressionable state. The hall was suddenly quiet. It was time for the Education Center to unveil their first lesson: "Dependence."

"You are now calm, pacified and vulnerable," Michelle told the inmates, who were all slumped over in their seats. She referred to them collectively as "you" in order to not confuse anyone in mid-hypnosis. "In your life, at some point in your life, you were completely and utterly dependent on someone you love. For instance, when you were a baby, you had your mother and father. They were the first people in your life to calibrate your moral compass. For the first years of your life, you learned to emulate them -- and while you learned, you leaned on them for support. Learning and leaning are the yin and yang of your existence.

"We are very much like your parents. You are our child and you need us to help guide you so that you live a morally just life. We are here to clean you, bathe you, feed you and make you whole. Here is the truth. You are a dirty child. When you have to urinate or defecate, you let it go because you have no control. You never had control, but that is not your fault. This is something that you will struggle to accept, but you will accept it. You wear diapers. You wear diapers because it gives you security, because it feels good; because it reminds you of the authority we have over you. When we diaper you, you will be clean -- and when you are clean, you will realize that the person who cleaned you is your 'parent.' You will submit to our will and learn our ways. And when you wake up after I count to three, you will be listening to us lecture about our policies and procedures, and tomorrow you will... forget. Ready? 1-2-3!"

The lights in the lecture hall were turned back on. Everyone in the room was awake, alert and completely unaware that they were hypnotized en masse.

Sam stretched his arms and yawned. All he knew was that he was listening to Michelle talk about how the Education Center operated -- and it was ridiculously generic. Nothing to worry about. After the lecture was over, Sam shook Hysi's hand and told him that he'd see him around. Hysi smiled and bid farewell to his new, friendly brother-in-arms. The two veterans no longer felt that they were alone in their war-torn inner-turmoil. Immediately after the lecture ended, all the inmates were escorted to their cells and ordered to sleep. By then, it was nine o'clock at night.

"Lights out."

The hypnosis didn't work completely on Sam, who continued to resist the notion of having to wear diapers. Nonetheless, he surrendered to his curiosity and took a peek at Luca and Greg. Greg slid the thick, cloud-like diaper underneath Luca's bottom. Luca looked so happy. He smiled, blushed and wiggled his nose. To Luca, he felt like he was a little princess; a little girl who had an accident and "daddy" would clean her up. The crinkling sensation around his rump gave him security and confidence. Having a diaper put on felt like something he's wanted for a very long time. When the back wings were taped to the front of his diaper, Luca squeeled playfully and giggled. Greg rubbed Luca's stomach gently and squeezed his diapered crotch, just to make sure that the diaper was on tightly and comfortably. Luca was completely enamored by the process.

Sam calmed down considerably as he watched Luca getting diapered. He started entertaining the idea of wearing a diaper, but he still didn't want to. At this point, he knew he was being stubborn about it. He felt like a child that to brush his teeth when his parents told him to, even though he knew that taking care of his hygiene was something that he needed to do. As he sat upright on his bed, Sam unclenched his fist and relaxed his shoulders. He was ready to have a diaper put on.

"Okay," he whispered to Greg.

"What's that?" Greg raised a hand over to his right ear.

"Put one on."

"Atta boy!" Greg patted the changing table that Luca just slid off of moments earlier. "Come on up, champ! It'll take a few minutes."

Sam slowly climbed up the changing table and laid on his back. Since he was already naked, Greg wasted no time in slipping the diaper on Sam. Having a diaper on didn't feel unusual at all to Sam. He thought that it would be awkward, but he couldn't understand why he would think it was awkward in the first place. It felt like a routine that he enjoyed because of how calming it was. When he felt the front of the diaper graze his penis, Sam no longer felt he was confined to being "dirty," though he didn't mind being "dirty" once in a while. Knowing that there was someone to diaper him and change him made him feel better. There was a bond; a trust that was immediately established between Sam and Greg. Sam was grateful. When the diaper was taped up and ready to go, Sam squeezed himself, listened to the loud crinkle and moaned enthusiastically. He flashed a smile and rolled off the table.

"This is cozy! Thanks," said Sam, who was now feeling the full effects of the hypnotism.

"Don't mention it. I'll see you two rascals around, m'kay?" Greg waved bye to his newly diapered guests and left the cell. When he closed the door behind him, Greg told Sam that someone would take care of his mess and give him a new uniform.

"It's not so bad after all, is it?" Luca said to Sam.

"No, no." Sam kept rubbing his diaper. It was so soothing, so soft and so thick. Then he took a look at a mirror, which was located just above the sink and diaper pail. He saw himself in a diaper -- and that's when it dawned on him that something was still not right with that picture. The whole experience felt very taboo to him. He stood motionless and let his eyes wander around the room. He quickly turned away from the mirror and rubbed his head.

"What's the matter?" asked Luca.

"Just a headache. I'll be fine," replied Sam.

"If it's about the... puddle you made, Garrison said someone would clean it up."

"It's not that. I-It's just -- I don't know. I'll be fine."

• Chapter 4 -

As it turned out, all of the inmates were hypnotized and under the carefully constructed misconception that they were incontinent. To make sure the "lesson" was not compromised, the inmates were kept separate from each other for a week. The Education Center wanted to create the illusion that incontinence episodes were unique to each inmate and their cellmate. This took some meticulously planned scheduling. Certain cell blocks were given different schedules for things like meal times, shower and exercise times. The only time when the inmates grouped together was for lessons.

The goal of the first lesson was to force inmates into submission; force them into the diaper that they need to rely on an authoritative figure for something they once had complete control over. It was a polite way of stripping inmates of their dignity and machismo. But there were some who actually indulged in the sudden loss of bodily control -- and the indulgence was, in actuality, a side effect of the hypnotherapy. And anyone who was caught indulging was subjected to punishment, depending on the severity of the infraction.

Hysi found some solace in his exercise routines. He would work out in the gym, lift weights and perform a hundred push-ups. He had trouble getting used to wearing diapers while he exercised. Fortunately, all inmates had their diapers tucked underneath their uniforms. But there was still those lingering leak and odor concerns. The veteran tried to not be too self-conscious about it. But his fellow cell-mate, Jory, kept a watchful eye.

As Hysi performed his push-ups, Jory sat on a nearby bench in the facility gym and countered every push. The 28-year-old man adjusted his eyeglasses and looked at Hysi's puffy rear.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" grunted Hysi, who was annoyed with Jory's counting.

"Got a match?" asked Jory.

"Nevermind."

"I'm only kidding, man!" Jory chuckled.

"Sure," snarled Hysi sarcastically. "That's how you ended up in this place."

Jory shrugged. "It's not my fault forests burn easily."

"Let's not talk about matches, alright?"

Jory laughed. "Okay, okay."

Hysi finished his push-ups and jumped onto his feet. He stood up and brushed off his shoulders. Jory watched Hysi stretch his arms and flex them. But all Jory could imagine was his cell-mate dressed down to his diaper. "You're a big boy," Jory muttered to himself as he imagined having X-ray vision and seeing through Hysi's sweaty uniform. He daydreamed about Hysi's diapered bulge and guessing whether his cell-mate was aroused or not. "Does this bad boy like being in diapers? C'mon. Just touch it." He hoped that Hysi would rub his crotch, perhaps acknowledge some awkward discomfort or show signs of embarrassment. Instead, Hysi went back to lifting weights. This didn't bother Jory much, though. He remained entranced by his overactive, homoerotic imagination.

Unlike most of the inmates, Jory reacted differently to the hypnosis. It triggered his sex drive. He couldn't stop thinking about how "hot" it was to see another man in diapers. It was one thing to be in diapers, but it was another to be in close quarters with someone else who wears. Jory got aroused from the mere thought of Hysi having an accident. He had a soft stop for big, burly men who can't help but act like big babies. As he fawned over Hysi, Jory's erection was getting harder and harder; expanding longer until he experienced tightness in his diaper. As he felt his member push against the soft, crinkly interior of his undergarment, Jory winced and subsequently blushed. He rubbed his crotch, just to feel the thickness separating his hand from his eager, pulsating shaft.

"Not now," Jory thought as he watched Hysi from afar. "But soon, maybe."

After having his own workout -- albeit a mental one -- Jory decided to walk to the locker room nearby and take a shower. He was getting a little sweaty and he wanted to cool off. By the time he entered the locker room, Jory heard the showers running in the distance. He passed by rows of lockers and saw some inmates undressing or changing clothes. There was a part of the locker room that included a changing area for those who required diaper changes. There were caretakers, guards and staff supervising the area. They looked on as some of the inmates were getting their diapers changed on changing tables. Jory passed by the changing area and noticed the lustful smiles on some of the diapered inmates' faces. Jory knew he wasn't alone in his desires, which made him feel a little better about his personal situation.

He arrived at the showers, which had less staff supervision. He found an empty bench nearby, sat down and slowly got undressed. He was surrounded by a pleasantly steamy fog, noisy chatter and heavy sighs. He folded up his uniform and took off his eyeglasses. He gave his clothing to one of the guards. The guard gave Jory a number, "7," which was the number he had to call to fetch his uniform later. He wandered blindly into the fog with his diaper taped tightly around his waist. He scratched his muscular, hairy gut casually as he looked for an available spot. When he found one, Jory reached for the shower nozzle and turned it on. The water that came out of it was nice and hot like fiery, molten lava: just as he liked it. He exhaled softly and let the water soak his skin.

"You're so wet," an inmate beside Jory told someone else.

"That feels good, babe."

"Yeah. Rub me right there, and -- that's it, yeah."

Jory opened his eyes wide and looked to the source of the conversation.

"Kojak... You can pull it down back there."

There were two men who were cuddling with each other in the shower beside Jory. One of them -- short, spikey brown hair with blonde highlights and blue eyes -- looked down at the floor as his legs were spread apart. His diaper was, indeed, wet, but it had a dark yellow tint. His wetness indicators had faded. The water from the shower made his diaper droop dramatically as if he flooded himself several times. Behind him was another man, who was a little taller and sporting a black goatee, who pulled down the front of his diaper to penetrate his partner. Kojak asked "Wuff" if he was ready to which his partner replied, "Yuh-huh!"

The two men were having sex with each other passionately. Jory's erection had returned, but his heart started to flutter madly at the sight. Thump, thump, thump! Jory's shaft was pulsating with adrenaline.

"This is hot," whispered Jory. The whisper caught Kojak's attention. He turned his head to Jory, snickered and winked.

"There's room for one more," Kojak grunted.

Jory could feel his heart beating very quickly. All the fantasies that he accumulated since the first lesson had rushed to his loins. His sexual needs became an urgent priority -- and so he helplessly followed his impulses. Jory went down on his knees and crawled underneath Wuff. He leaned his back against the shower wall and stared directly at Wuff's diapered, wet crotch. Wuff's diapered was heavily wrinkled. The diaper was wet enough to see a visible outline of Wuff's hardened dick. Jory's heart was beating so fast, it felt like it was about to leap out of his chest! Thump, thump, thump! "I want to sick his dick," he thought. There were so many things that he wanted to do all at once, he was temporarily overwhelmed.

While Wuff was getting pounded from the back, Jory leaned into Wuff's diaper and sniffed. He discovered a very masculine, pungent musk: a cocktail of sweat, piss and raw sexuality. Jory reached up to touch Wuff's diaper and squeeze it. For that moment, he felt unadulterated bliss. He squeezed the diaper hard enough to make a subtle squishy noise. He grabbed a handful of thick, soggy diaper and started getting aroused at the same time. He was breathing heavily, quickly before growing lustfully. Under his breath, he kept complimenting his newly acquainted partner for being so dirty.

With his free hand, Jory dipped into his diaper to rub himself. Just as he grabbed his very hardened member, he felt his stomach grumble and churn. He blushed in anticipation, knowing what was about to happen. A muffled fart squeaked out. Before he could react to what was happening, Jory felt an uncontrollable mess ooze into the back of his diaper. Two solid loads slithered out and caused the back of his diaper to expand. He welcomed the relief, which triggered his extremely satisfying climax. He closed his eyes and moaned while ejaculating several thick, plentiful spurts into his diaper. He came hard, which left him in a state of euphoric paralysis. To Jory, it felt like closure; that all his negative thoughts and emotions disappeared in an instant. He felt his body temperature rise and burn inside of him. The hot water from the shower raining down on his head calmed him down and allowed him to bask in the afterglow.

But the tranquility was short-lived.

"What's going on? Stop!" someone shouted.

The showers were suddenly turned off. The steam quickly faded away. Jory looked around in shock as several inmates around him were conducting an impromptu diapered orgy. He covered his mouth in shock for a moment before chuckling at the absurdity of it all: at least twenty men in diapers -- each diaper in various conditions -- engaging in a variety of sex positions. As soon as the showers turned off, the inmates abruptly finished their business and scattered. Jory was almost trampled by a few of them as he tried to stand up. When he managed to stood, he witnessed Kojak and Wuff being apprehended by several guards.

"This is against the rules," one of the guards told Kojak.

"What rules?" Kojak fired back.

Another guard walked past Kojak and Wuff with a walkie-talkie in his hand. "Code 3, Warden. Guests are fornicating in a large group. Likely breach in lesson plan. Awaiting your orders."

Michelle stood in her office with her hands folded behind her back. She looked down at the floor and sighed. She paced around her desk, raised the walkie-talkie to her lips and told the guard, "Prepare for their injection."

The Education Center never saw such a display. According to faculty protocol, "Code 3" occurs when guests act outside the behavioral patterns that are expected as a result of hypnosis treatment. It appeared that the hypnosis didn't fully work. People's sexual focus on diapers was intensified. What was supposed to be a tool for humiliation somehow transformed into a fetish. The Center firmly believed that sexual indulge and fetishism was a form of aggression; all kinds of aggression were prohibited. Typically, these incidents were isolated and the offenders were swiftly dealt with. This time, staff knew that word of the orgy would spread around and it could influence others to behave similarly.

With a towel wrapped around his waist, Jory was escorted out of the locker room by a guard. His mind continued to race. He had the sinking feeling that something big was about to happen. As his mind was trying to piece everything together, Jory walked out of the shower with his head down. His hair was dripping wet. He felt like he saw something he shouldn't have. Once the guards released him, Jory rubbed his head and walked into the gym where Hysi stood, waiting anxiously to hear from Jory.

"What happened?" he asked Jory.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"About...?"

Before Jory could say another word, he was ambushed by a guard holding a cloth full of chloroform. The guard reached his arm around Jory's face and pushed the cloth against his nose and lips. Hysi leaped toward the guard in an attempt to fend him off, but he was quickly ambushed and restrained by another guard. Eventually, all the inmates involved or in close proximity of the orgy were sedated. One by one, the inmates were dragged out of the gym and escorted to the facility's clinic, which was located about a quarter-mile away from the gym. Their seemingly lifeless bodies were transported by van to the clinic. Each guest was in a deep, but relatively peaceful sleep.

Once he arrived, Jory was placed on a gurney and rolled to a small doctor's office. There, he laid unconscious on a table covered with a large paper sheet. The office looked very ordinary: counter, drawers with miscellaneous medical supplies, a chair and some colorful posters plastered on the wall that educate patients on basic medical evaluations. Shortly after he was placed in the room, a doctor in a white lab coat walked in. The doctor put on his latex gloves and picked up Jory's right arm for a closer look. He cleared his throat and muttered quietly to Jory, "Sorry."

• Chapter 5 -

Inmates were injected with a serum that transforms them into an anthropomorphic being. The serum consists of DNA from several species. Once injected, the inmate DNA fuses with the serum DNA, and triggers a transformation. Education Center researchers discovered that the transition from human to a human-animal hybrid causes inmates to be more vulnerable to the "lessons" administered. Researchers conducted enough clinical trials to conclude that most who undergo the transformation are more likely to be "tamed." When the inmate is fully "tamed," they are considered treated and released. The transformation typically lasts as long as doctors want it to last. Continous serum injections are administered to keep inmates in their anthropomorphic state.

In the long run, injecting the serum cut down on costs per guest as they're typically rehabilitated faster than if they remained human -- presumably a human with average IQ. Government officials were aware of the treatment and allowed it, however officials had to swear to secrecy. Otherwise, the treatment would receive backlash. The Center assured both the government and shareholders that the treatment was "safe" and "benign," but some of the faculty had moral qualms about it. They were concerned about the treatment's side effects and the fact that guests do not always revert back to their human state.

Meanwhile, Sam and Luca were unaware of the orgy and the chain of events that followed. However, their caretaker let it slip that there was a "ruckus" at the gym and that a few inmates were being "roudy." This didn't raise suspicions for the two cell-mates, who were beginning to accept their circumstances as routine. They were having their diapers changed when they heard the news from Greg. Sam was on the changing table and calmly sighed as Greg rubbed baby powder over his privates.

"It's gotten a little quiet around here," said Luca, who noticed a significant decrease in noise from inmates outside their cell.

"I can hear my own thoughts... finally!" Sam cackled. "Did people go to a lesson?"

Greg shrugged. "I'm not sure..."

While he sat on a chair by the cell's desk, Luca rubbed his hands together. "This is, well, kinda fun."

Greg chuckled softly. "I'm glad you see it that way."

"I don't," said Sam, who shrugged and looked up at the ceiling as he was being diapered.

"I wouldn't be too thrilled about it either if I was as messy as you," Luca told Sam.

Sam blushed. He wanted to curl into a fetal position and hide under the bunk-bed like a cat.

Sam was rarely embarrassed, but since he started wearing diapers, he became more aware yet accepting of his shortcomings. He panicked when he first messed his diaper -- that is, the first time he wore adult diapers. It was an "accident" he was expecting to have, but the load he discharged was fairly large. He was paranoid and felt momentarily that the world was watching him fill his diaper. He messed his diaper about two hours after he first met Greg. He was talking to Luca when he started feeling his stomach churn. The moment he felt his mess poke the back of his diaper, Sam instinctively squatted down, closed his eyes and stiffened his lips. It was a very hard, but rewarding accident that left a noticeable bulge in the back of his uniform. After he soiled himself, Sam was caught in a stormy sea of emotions: anger, shame, embarrassment and depression. The hypnosis led him to believe that he had no choice but to wear diapers, but Sam wasn't persuaded to accept his newly crafted incontinence as reality. But as time passed, Sam became accepting of his circumstances with a heightened level of self-awareness as the only caveat.

Back in the present, Sam had his diaper changed. He hopped off the changing table feeling a little cleaner. He thanked Greg for changing him. Suddenly, as he walked to the middle of the cell, he felt sleepy. His vision turned blurry. He spoke and moved slowly. His body felt heavier than normal. Sleep was imminent. He couldn't fight it. He took a deep breath and yawned before collapsing to his knees. He fell onto his side and went fast asleep. Sitting down on the desk chair, Luca rubbed his eyes and started feeling sleepy as well. Greg noticed the inmates' sudden display of lethargy and realized what was happening. and he cursed to himself for not being prepared. As it turned out, the facility began to deploy the incapacitating agent that was discharged during the orientation. The agent had passed through the Center's ventilation system. He completely forgot to put on his mask. He panicked briefly. His legs suddenly gave way to gravity. He collapsed and fell asleep on the floor. Luca slumped over in his chair and Sam was already sleeping like a big baby.

Once everyone was completely unconscious, guards quietly rushed into the room. There was darkness. Nobody was aware of what was happening to them. They were in a deep sleep; not even a pin-prick would wake them. Sam and Luca were injected with serum and Greg was dragged out of the room by two armed guards.

Each inmate had to receive their injection. That was the Warden's order. There was no turning back.

While they slept, Sam and Luca's bodies were slowly morphing into an anthropomorphic form. Sam's body was expanding, turning more muscular and growing excess fur. He fur was orange with black stripes. He grew out of his uniform, which was torn off as a result of the transformation. His nose and mouth expanded out and shapeshifted into a box-like muzzle. White whiskers grew right above his mouth. He was transforming into a tiger while Luca was assuming the form of a purple-haired, three-tailed kitsune. The transformation process lasted for thirty minutes. While the guests were asleep and turning into a random assortment of beasts, a voice could be heard from the loudspeakers distributed around the Center.

"You are now relaxed, focused and attentive," said the male voice. The speaker created the illusion that they are only talking to one target.

"You are feeling good, calm and receptive to suggestions. When you wake up, you will see yourself just as you are, as you have always been. Nothing has changed. Nothing has happened today. Everything is normal. Get ready for your next lesson. By the count of ten, you will wake from your peaceful slumber. 1... 2... 3..."

Seconds later, Sam sat up, yawned and stretched his arms. He felt a little slugish and itchy, but otherwise fine. "Shit, I fell off the bed again," he said to himself. "Great." He rubbed his eyes, took a deep breath and wandered to his bed. He saw Luca slumped over in his chair, still sleeping. "I'll let him sleep," he thought.

For the first time since he entered the Center, he felt at ease. He no longer felt his cell was like a decorated cage. Rather, it felt like "home." He didn't feel embarrassed. Everything felt natural, though he felt like he was forgetting something or had something he needed to do. He wasn't sure. Instead of speculating, Sam laid in bed with his arms folded behind his head. Due to his altered consciousness, Sam truly believed he was a tiger and always a tiger. He retained the memories of his past, but it felt like his problems were irrelevant compared to his hunger. He was craving a good meal. He licked his chops and prowled around. Luca eventually woke up, looked around the desk and wondered out loud what time it was.

"Dinnertime," Sam growled.

Many of the inmates at the Education Center now believed that they are and have always been anthropomorphic beings: furry, tail, fluffy ears and all. As a matter of fact, the transformation effectively reduced human-esque prejudices and inclinations. Inmates lived a simpler existence based on instinctual needs while retaining their human eloquence. Everyone continued standing on their two feet and behaved normally with the exception of a few barks and meows here and there; some occasional scratching and sniffing to pass the time. But for Sam, he felt that something wasn't quite right. The feeling of missing something arrived in the form of a chill that went down the tiger's spine, but it didn't sour his overall outlook of his current situation. He just wished he knew the meaning behind the "missing" feeling.

Those who transformed had discarded their uniforms because they grew out of them -- they grew out of everything except for their diapers, of course. It was a sight to behold: a facility full of human-acting animals in adult diapers. The hypnosis led everyone affected by the transformation to believe that the diaper-wearing was a part of their existence, but the embarrassment factor remained. Some were comfortable with that handicap; others not so much. Stability had returned to the Education Center even though that stability was, for the most part, a carefully constructed illusion fostered by hypnotherapy sessions. But there was one inmate whose mental barriers weren't broken down as sufficiently as Education Center staff would like.

Hysi, who by now appeared in the form of a coyote-hyena hybrid, felt uncomfortable in his own skin. When he woke up to find himself in his anthropomorphic state, Hysi couldn't stop thinking about the dreams he had. He dreamed he was a human -- and the dream felt so real, he could even recall the feeling of rubbing his hands against his own smooth, not-as-hairy skin. In his dream, he knew what he was and he was comfortable. However, his furry form didn't seem all that foreign to him. The hypnosis led him to believe that he was always the coyote-hyena, but he could still vividly remember the dreams, which were indicative of his true past.

He joined the others at the common dinner area. As he sat at a table shoulder-to-shoulder with the rest of the inmates, Hysi looked around the room and noticed that everyone seemed fairly subdued, jovial and casually accepting of their circumstances. He sat across the table from his cellmate, Jory, who took on the appearance of a gray-colored mole. Jory played with his food and hummed to himself. Hysi smiled at him, feeling relieved that his cellmate was alright -- though he didn't know exactly why he felt relieved to begin with.

"I don't want to eat this stuff," whined Jory.

Hysi shrugged. "It's not room service," he said.

"Never said it should be. Salisbury steak, creamed corn, mashed potatoes. Maybe it'll taste a little better if I just... heat it up a little."

Jory went into his diaper, took out a lighter he hid inside and tried to ignite a small flame. Hysi kicked Jory's leg from under the table. "Put that away!"

"Ow! Fine!" Jory put the lighter back.

"You will get caught for sure!"

The other inmates noticed Jory's lighter and snickered at the mole. "You put a lighter in your diaper, dude? That's asking for trouble. Try not to fart around us," said Kojak, now a gray and red-haired wolf.

Jory recognized the voice. He turned to his left to study Kojak, who sat beside him at the table. "Do I know you?" he asked.

"No, but... you look familiar. Have we met before?"

Jory shook his head. "I-I don't know, but..."

A brown-fur wolf sitting next to Kojak whispered into Kojak's ear. "I think I have to go... but I can't with all these people around."

"Relax, Wuff. Don't think about it," Kojak told him.

Wuff blushed and sat upright in his seat. He started wetting his diaper slowly. It was wet previously. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, inhaled through his nostrils and exhaled pleasantly. He let out a few drips into his diaper and blushed a little more. Seeing that he was having trouble, Kojak wrapped his arm around Wuff's shoulder and massaged it. Wuff lowered his ears and bit his lip as he wet his diaper more thoroughly. The pair of blue-colored wetness indicators in the front of Wuff's diaper began to blur and turn into a faded blue stain, mixed with the dark yellow tint. Kojak told him that he was a good boy. Wuff gulped nervously once he started dwelling on the fact that he was wetting his diaper. The warmer Wuff felt down there, the more aroused he became. Wuff felt Kojak's paw move down and wrap around his diaper. Kojak gave him a nice crotch squeeze. Wuff chuckled softly. Jory pretended not to notice. Hysi saw Jory studying Kojak and Wuff and being conspicuously silent.

Hysi lowered his brow. "It's not polite to stare," he told Jory.

Jory snapped out of his daze, shook a little and smiled. "Oh, right. Sorry."

"Uh oh!" exclaimed Wuff, who looked down at a suspicious-looking puddle that formed underneath his seat.

Everyone nearby looked at Wuff and discovered the puddle.

"Cleanup on aisle four!" joked Kojak.

"Shut up! It's not funny!" Wuff complained.

"That's... cute." Hysi was surprised by his own admission.

"Where's Greg when you need him?" asked an embarrassed Wuff.

"He'll probably change you when we return to our cell."

"Okay."

Diapers were now worn in the open. It was something that all the inmates got used to, though they couldn't help but blush or be embarrassed when they "used" them. The transformation from human to animal and the hypnosis helped them appreciate the circumstances, though manufactured. The problem was that they relied on the facility's caretakers, so if someone had an accident, they hoped their assigned caretaker would change them as soon as possible -- or else the others would notice by sight or smell. This type of concern was what the Education Center had hoped for: reliance on an authority, a parental figure that helped give them stability. Though the Center had to accelerate their plans and escalate treatment faster than they anticipated, the results were promising. However, they didn't take into account the possibility that some of the inmates didn't completely eliminate the unaltered past from their consciousness.

• Chapter 6 -

For their next lesson, the Education Center taught their "students" something unusual -- an ultimate display of obedience. Inmates gathered in the lecture hall to learn about something called "sissification."

Education Center staff retained their human form. To maintain the illusion that the inmates were part of an anthropomorphic world, staff wore realistic-looking animal costumes and conducted business that way. Chief Warden Michelle Wu, assuming the form of a white wolfess, delivered her lecture on "sissification."

"The facility does not believe in having strict gender rules," she told the attendees. "We encourage men to dress the way they want to. Gentlemen, underneath your seats is a box. Please go ahead and open that box."

Like the others in the lecture hall, Luca reached for the cardboard box underneath the seat. He opened it and took out its contents: a pair of frilly pink panties, a short pink skirt, pink blouse, a random assortment of womens shirts, a pair of slippers, sandals and pink-colored disposable diapers. Michelle explained that the box was merely a "starter kit" for anyone that was interested -- and Luca was definitely interested.

He turned to Sam, who sat beside him and said, "Would I look good in a pink dress?"

Sam crossed his arms, looked down at the floor and shook his head. "No comment."

"Oh, come on!" Luca whispered. "I think it would be neat --"

Sam slapped his forehead with his paw in exasperation.

"Caretakers are more inclined to visit rooms that have 'sissies' in them," said Michelle. This caused Sam to raise an eyebrow. "Those who choose to be a 'sissy' at the Education Center are given priority. Being a 'sissy' lets the caretaker know that you not only accept, but embrace obedience. It may be submission, but it's not subversion. It can also be... fun... that is, if you allow it to be."

Meanwhile, Hysi held a pink dress in his paws and studied it carefully. He didn't want to admit to it right away, but there was something about "sissification" that piqued his curiosity. He may be masculine, but something about having a pink dress in his possession allowed him to fill his mind with random fantasies and desires of "escaping" from his old ways. On the surface, he wanted to show everyone else that he was appalled, disgusted and insulted that the Education Center would dare to give him the option to put on girly clothes. But he started entertaining the idea more seriously.

Sam caught his fellow comrade-in-arms studying the clothing curiously. He looked around the lecture hall and saw many of the inmates in attendance going through their box of goodies. Concerned that the "sissification" was going to be a new fad at the Education Center, Sam grimaced and resumed staring at the warden as he lectured.

"I can see many of you are enjoying yourselves. Good," said the warden. "By choosing to be a 'sissy,' that reflects how far you've advanced in your personal evolution. I would like to remind everyone here that you will be released from our facility once you've been fully rehabilitated according to our standards and prerequisites. Your assigned caretakers will note whether you are good or bad, naughty or nice. Their reports are sent to us, the wardens, to approve or deny."

"Really?" said a skeptical Sam. "Is that what it takes?" he muttered.

Luca responded, "Looks like it. C'mon Sam. It'll fun." The kitsune swished his tails playfully.

"I think I'll pass."

Sam didn't want to give into the system, even though he was hypnotized enough to recognize and accept the circumstances. At the same time, seeing other inmates put themselves in situations more ridiculous than his own gave him some relief. He looked down at his thick diaper and rubbed himself a little, checking to see how wet he was. The moment he felt the dampness between his legs, he grabbed his diaper. While the inmates were discovering their new joy, Sam was experiencing a little satisfaction of his own.

The euphoria came and went, and Sam sat quietly in his seat with his arms crossed. When the lecture started to test his patience, he yawned loudly and stretched. Fortunately, at that moment, the lecture was over and everyone was dismissed.

At some point during the lecture, sleeping gas was deployed. Now that inmates were more vulnerable to the gas, it was easier for the staff to mobilize, go from seat row to seat row to inject more serum into the inmates. None of them felt a thing. The goal was to keep the inmates in their transformed, anthropomorphic state. The serum had to be injected once every one or two weeks in order for inmates to consistently retain their animalistic form.

After the lesson ended, Luca carried his box of sissy clothing into the cell, and the cell door was immediately shut behind him. Sam back down on his bed and rubbed his head. He tried to combat his lethargy, but it was a losing battle. He stared at Luca, who slowly put on his pink dress, blouse and slippers. Seeing Luca dressed as a sissy piqued Sam's curiosity. Luca twirled around in the middle of their cell, showing off his new clothes.

"What do you think?" asked Luca.

"I think that --"

"You can call me 'Princess,'" Luca interrupted. He swished his tails and grinned at the stoical tiger who sat across from him.

"Princess? You're really buying into this, aren't you?"

Luca nodded and stuck out his tongue. "Play along."

Sam shook his head.

"Stubborn," Luca snapped at Sam. "I'll show you!"

Luca bent his knees and pulled up his dress, revealing his soggy diaper. He grunted softly.

"Please don't," Sam muttered. He was secretly curious.

Luca let out a muffled squeak of a fart and a pair of loud puffs that managed to stay inside his diaper. The 'princess' had to go. Luca had a sinking feeling in his stomach, which gradually moved toward his tailhole. He looked straight into Sam's eyes, blushing at the thought of messing his diaper like a dirty little kitsune girl in front of the big, hunky tiger. The pressure to mess forced Luca to wet his diaper. The dampened, dark bulge that appeared around his diaper crotch began to expand and turn yellow.

"You're a bad, bad girl," Sam thought of Luca. He began to surrender to his pent up sexual adrenaline that was pulsating through his crotch with several satisfying throbs. His shaft was getting harder. His diaper was getting tighter. The tip of his shaft caused Sam to offer a suspicious bulge of his own. He felt his member drip with precum. The feeling was too great to resist. He kept his paw rested on his diaper as Luca moaned. He watched with anticipation as Luca grabbed the back his diapered rear, waiting for the relief to slither into his seat.

Luca bit down on his lip and grunted louder as he felt his mess shoot into his diaper so suddenly. It came out of him noisily. Sam could tell Luca did the dirty deed by the sound his mess made and the stench that followed. Sam saw Luca's inviting seat expand. He thought about how pleasant it was to relieve himself like a baby into his diaper. He projected the euphoric feeling on Luca, who looked at him with a hazy, but toothy grin. Luca rubbed his very dirty diaper in jubilation.

By the same Sam mustered the courage to paw himself off, there was a knock at the cell door. Luca pulled his sagging diaper up, cleared his throat and stood quietly against the wall as caretaker Greg returned to his cell, dressed in costume as a brown coyote.

"Hey there, kiddos," said Greg.

Sam, who was sweating profusely, wiped his face with his bed sheet. He recognized Greg's voice, but expected him to look differently. He wasn't sure why. "Hey Greg," said Sam.

"Look at you, Luca!"

"I did it, daddy."

Luca twirled around in his dress and blushed. Greg noticed how subdued Luca was. He correctly guessed that Luca needed changing. Sam watched quietly from his bed and rubbed his diaper, which was conveniently obscured by bed sheets. He felt sexual tension rising in his loins. That's all that mattered to the tiger at that very moment. His past, the way he lived before and the misery associated with it had become a figment of his imagination -- so the Education Center's "therapy" worked well for him, but perhaps too well.

He found himself readily aroused by the circumstances. His logical disdain for being incarcerated transformed into an insatiable desire for lust that he couldn't adequately describe. Sexual tension was supposed to be suppressed by the hypnosis, but inmates like Sam and Luca had trouble complying with the facility's rules.

The moment he hopped onto the changing table, Luca got help getting undressed by Greg. He slowly pulled down her dress and was soon face-to-face with a very soiled diaper. Luca's diaper was thoroughly soaked and damp. The pink, girly-themed decorative tapes had a shiny, piss-covered gloss which glistened under the ceiling lights. The diaper was so wet that a rough outline of Luca's dick could be seen. It looked as though Luca wet his diaper several times -- and Greg looked surprise that his diaper wasn't already leaking!

As he quietly changed the sissy's dirty diaper, he looked over at Sam, who sat upright in bed and casually watched the diaper changing unfold. Sam tried his best to calm his erection down. He couldn't stop thinking about how Luca, a shameless sissyfox, messed himself so extravagently. It was like a challenge; an invitation to escalate things. Sam thought to himself, "It must have felt good to poop your pants, you big baby!" He wanted to rub Luca's diaper, especially his backside, just to feel the dramatic brown-covered bulge. He smelled Luca's dirty deed, which made it deliciously obvious to Sam that the kitsune was taking his role seriously.

Greg saw that lustful look in the tiger's eyes before, but it was never so intense.

"Did you potty in your pants like a good girl?" Greg asked Luca cherfully.

"Yes! Am I good, daddy?"

"Of course."

Unlike Luca, Sam was not in total compliance with the hypnotherapy. Likewise, Hysi had trouble.

For one week, after the sissification lesson took place, Hysi dressed like a sissy and acted like one, but he didn't know precisely why. To Hysi, he was expressing himself in a way he always wanted to, but couldn't before. Then again, he couldn't recall a time in his past when he wanted to dress up. His cellmate, Jory, was taken by surprise but respected the military veteran's choice. He saw the sissification as a harmless activity, but Jory was starting to miss the Hysi he once knew.

-- Chapter 7 --

The Education Center had a building that ran adjacent to the gym, which was appropriately called "The Playpen." The Playpen featured an indoor sandbox and playground, an arts and crafts corner featuring lots of fingerpaint and crayons and a basketball half-court. All the assigned caretakers from each cell block gathered to supervise the inmates during "playtime." The Playpen conveniently had an area sectioned off for diaper changes and first aid care. The building was surrounded with one-way mirrors decorated like colorful pseudo-windows. On the other side of the one-way mirrors were top-level staff and psychologists, who observed inmate behavior from a safe distance.

Chief Warden Michelle Wu watched the inmates play with each other. She saw Luca and Hysi dressed in matching sissy dresses, happily playing in the sandbox together. This was a much different scene compared to a month ago when the facility had to intervene after a shower orgy broke out. She preferred seeing the inmates acting like infants because it meant that they made progress in abandoning their psychological trauma, prejudices and predispositions. At this stage, inmates are supposed to regress into happy-go-lucky, obedient cubs. Little did she know that the system she helped create was slowly crumbling around her.

"Go long!" shouted Kojak as he tossed a toy football to Wuff, who caught the ball with his maw.

Wuff chuckled and threw the football back at Kojak. After he tossed the ball, Wuff looked over at the sandbox and grinned. "That's so cute!" he said, pointing to Hysi and Luca.

"Keep your eyes on the ball!" Kojak shouted to him.

"I know!"

"Oh, wait! Wait! Time-out! Halftime break!"

Wuff tilted his head. He didn't know exactly what Kojak meant by that, but it didn't take the wolf long to figure it out. Kojak stood, looking around sheepishly and swishing his tail. Around the bottom of his diapered crotch, just below the cartoony blue bear tapes, a wet spot formed. It grew very quickly. After a few seconds, the wet spot stopped growing -- but it swelled up to something that was noticeable. Kojak grabbed his diaper where it was wet. He felt a very pleasant warmth. He caught a whiff of his musk, which appeared when he squished the wetness around with his paws.

"You really had to go!" shouted Wuff.

"Shush, you! Not so loud!" Kojak said loudly.

Meanwhile, Michelle dispatched a caretaker to have Kojak's diaper changed. A man in a black bear costume approached Kojak and led the wet pup to the changing area. Wuff crossed his arms and sighed as his mate was taken away. He walked over to see Jory, who sat at a bench and watched Hysi and Luca play with each other.

"Hey dude," said Wuff, who waved to Jory.

The mole nodded to Wuff. "Hi. Just babysitting here."

Wuff sat beside Jory. "Looks like they're having a lot of fun. I remember when I was... maybe a few feet high. I loved playing in the sandbox, making sand castles and swinging on the swings."

"What's stopping you from doing that now?" asked Jory.

Wuff had to think for a moment. "I don't know."

"You should play and have a good time."

"So... why aren't you in the sandbox?" Wuff turned the tables on Jory.

Jory sighed. "I don't know. I feel like... well, it's hard to explain. I feel like I'm not supposed to. I feel as though I'm supposed to be doing something else."

"No fingerpaint?"

"No."

"Basketball?"

"Wuff, Hysi told me something... before he started the 'sissy' thing. He dreamed that he was a human."

"Human? Really?" Wuff was interested. The word "human" had some relevance to him.

"Yeah. That he was involved in some war somewhere, fighting 'the enemy,' he called them. He kept telling me how real his dream was. He kept repeating the line 'human' over and over again while looking at his paws."

"Does he think that... he's a human?"

"Not sure. After he started dressing up, he didn't talk about it again."

The former army sniper felt like he could do anything he wanted to. He chose to be a "girl," but not an actual girl. He knew who he was -- a male -- but he felt very content and secure to sit in the sand in his sissy outfit, building sand castles and crawling on all fours around the sandbox. He felt free-spirited and content. He knew that he was being taken care of. When he finished his sand castle, Hysi clapped and smiled.

"Looking good, my friend!" Luca complimented his sand castle.

"Thank you!"

"Looks like you built a moat too!"

Luca pointed to a suspicious-looking puddle that appeared in front of the sand castle. It was a freshly made puddle, which didn't completely dissolve into the sand. Hysi was a little agitated by that. Though his diaper was wet, he wasn't sure whether he was the culprit. Luca was located near the puddle as well. It could have been him!

"You peed in the sandbox!" Hysi pointed to Luca.

"Nuh-uh."

"Yes you did!"

"Are you wet right now? I'm going to see!"

Luca playfully pounced Hysi, knocking down their sand castles in the process. Hysi's military training helped him in gaining the upper-hand. He flipped Luca over while they were both giggling. Hysi's diaper grazed against Luca's. As he leaned over Luca, he tried catching his breath. When he inhaled through his nostils, he smelled Luca's wet, naughty musk. He was aroused immediately. He looked down at Luca, who was panting but smiling graciously back at the muscular, taller creature hovering over him.

Hysi felt his arousal poking against his soggy diaper. He surrounded himself with dirty thoughts that came rushing into his brain. He went with his instincts, knowing that Luca -- who stayed motionless, waiting -- was a willing participant in whatever the big guy wanted to do. He slowly sat on top of Luca's maw. With his face pressed up against Hysi's freshly wet padding, Luca sniffed and took in as much musk as he possibly could. Hysi assumed that Luca would enjoy a sample of his labor -- and his assumption was correct! Hysi liked taking control of the situation, though he was a sissy and was supposed to relinquish control for his master, his "daddy." But at that moment, he didn't care for the rules.

Jory's eyes widened when he saw Hysi looking very liberated sexually. He grinded his diaper against Luca's maw. When he was able to pull away from Hysi's diaper, Luca teased Hysi for being a "dirty little girl." This excited Hysi, which in return, excited Jory. The staff behind the one-way mirror and the caretakers on-site noticed the ratcheting up of sexual tension. This concerned Michelle, who thought that the inmates' sexual transgressions were thoroughly tamed by therapy. She tried to not react right away.

One of the staff members, a psychologist, approached her. "What do you think we should do?"

"Dispatch a caretaker and have the one on top escorted to the changing area. There, he will be 'disciplined.'"

Jory looked around the playroom momentarily and saw a caretaker in costume hastily walk to the sandbox and chastise Hysi for "playing too rough." Hysi was confused as he was taken by his paw and led to the changing area. He knew that his diaper needed changing, but he didn't understand why he was forcefully removed from the sandbox. Luca waved goodbye to Hysi and sat up in the sandbox. Luca brushed himself off, checked his dress to make sure he wasn't completely covered with sand. He got up to search for Sam.

Sam, who wasn't as interested in playing with the others, sat in a corner of the playroom and spoke to caretaker Greg.

"Why are you playing with your friends?" asked Greg, still in costume.

Sam crossed his arms. "I... don't know. I just don't feel like it. In a way, I guess -- I should say that... I don't feel like I belong here."

"You don't feel like you don't belong here?"

"Well, I... I'm not actually sure."

Greg was suspicious that something was up. He could see that Sam was conflicted with thoughts that were previously wiped as part of the hypnosis. Concerned, Greg tried to convince Sam that his feelings were merely aberrations of thought.

"Sounds like someone is a little cranky. Maybe in need of a change. What do you say, champ?"

'Champ' was Sam's nickname when he was in the military. For a moment, he was overcome with past memories about the wars he fought, the casualties he personally witnessed and the cries of his girlfriend, who called out his name and pleaded with him to take his anti-depressants. It was all coming back to him, but in short, hazy bursts. His jaw dropped. He looked around frantically for a moment. The memories flashing before his eyes were played out like a movie that he could relate to, but he wasn't entirely sure whether the memories he remembered were scenes from his own life or vivid fragments of his imagination. He suddenly became very subdued -- and that was only because he was preoccupied with trying to figure out what just happened.

"I think I need a change," said Sam, who rubbed the back of his diaper. He felt a large mess firmly on his diaper seat. He messed his diaper in the middle of his trance.

"Come with me."

The changing area was very sanitized and clear. It had the look and space of a locker room, but there were cubicles lined up against the walls. Inside each cubicle was a changing station: a changing table with an adjacent drawer full of supplies. Each drawer contained thick, disposable diapers of all sizes and colors; baby powder, wipes, latex gloves and miscellaneous cleaning supplies. There were also deodorizers for every station. Inmates were changed by their caretakers in a semi-private place.

As Sam was brought into the changing area, Hysi was bent over and facing the wall. His tail was raised, his bare rump was exposed, and he was restrained by locked slings. Dressed as a white bunny, the caretaker who escorted him into the changing area spanked Hysi with his pawpads repeatedly. Each slap on the rump invigorated Hysi. To the caretaker, Hysi was being punished. To Hysi, it was a pleasurable pain that intensified his growing lust. Facing the wall, Hysi groaned for every slap. Hysi fantasized that the caretaker would be so irate over his "naughtyness," that he would fuck Hysi and teach him a lesson.

The restraints were located in an area sectioned off. This area was called the "Punishment Zone." Inmates were spanked, whipped and taunted until the caretakers felt the punishment was satisfactory. What staff at the Education Center didn't take into account was that some of the inmates being punished actually liked it because it fed their sexual impulses. For one, Hysi was aroused. He felt that he was vulnerable, thus it was exciting. He could hardly contain his excitement. He wanted to be spanked harder and harder. He got his wish. The pain was intensified.

Sam heard Hysi groaning, but he wasn't sure who was making the noise. He was led to a changing area and asked to lay on the plastic-covered changing table. He climbed onto the table, laid quietly on his back and spread his legs. By now, Sam had his diaper changed several times. He knew the drill. But this time it was different.

Greg was more meticulous in his diaper-changing than usual. Greg made sure he removed Sam's diaper tapes slowly. Greg noticed that Sam's was breathing faster and more heavily. He had a feeling that the tiger was aroused. When Greg finished untaping Sam's diaper, he moved his pawpads away slowly.

"It's okay," Greg whispered.

"What do you mean?" Sam muttered.

"You can... touch yourself. They can't see you in here."

"Who's they?" snapped Sam, who remained in whisper.

"Them. It's okay. Nobody needs to know."

Sam was still confused. "Who do you mean 'them'?"

"The Education Center."

"Have they been watching me?" Sam asked.

"They've... been watching everyone."

Sam felt that he could trust Greg. This was a revelation that Sam could not come to terms with. Why was the Education Center spying on the inmates? He thought the Education Center merely offered lessons about etiquette and nothing more. After all, he didn't remember what he learned specifically from the lessons. Like the others who were incarcerated, Sam "forgot" what he learned. Little did he know, the lessons he learned were applied to his subconscious and subsequently became mannerisms that he replicated all his life.

"Go ahead and do what you want to do," said Greg, who started to sound impatient.

Sam reached over to his diapered crotch and let his paws caress the padding thickness. It felt squishy yet very cozy. The feeling of rubbing one's diaper evoked the feeling of being a "baby"; it was the idea that he needed diapers because of his incontinence. It was the feeling of dependency. It was the feeling of vulnerability -- that everyone knew he was in diapers. Everyone knew when he was wet or messy. The transparency was one element that rekindled his reflexive arousal. The level of lust stirring in his loins was profound. He was hopeful that sex would come his way.

Sam took a deep breath, spread his legs a little more and grabbed his diaper suggestively. Oh, the crinkle! Oh, the inevitably damp musk! What a bad, bad boy! All these thoughts rushed into his head faster than a speeding bullet. When his heart started beating quickly, Sam rubbed his furry, orange chest and inhaled once more. He allowed Greg to remove the diaperfront. Lo and behold! Sam's now-exposed cock was hard, red, and covered with a slick precum glaze: sweet nectar for the horny caretaker.

Suddenly, Greg removed his costume head. He revealed himself as a human. This stunned Sam, who thought everyone was an animal. As memories continued to rush into his mind, Sam closed his eyes. He saw memories of war, all the battles he fought. Every memory was shown like it was fast-forwarded. The multiple layers of hypnosis were coming undone. The only thing keeping him grounded was the sexual tension he was experiencing. When he opened his eyes, Sam sat up on the changing table and stared at his hardened shaft; the tip was aimed directly at his maw. He shifted his body up a little more so he was a little more comfortable.

He reached for his hung tiger cock and rubbed it up and down, very slowly.

"I've been in this place for too long," Greg admitted. The timber of his voice went down to a low, lustful growl. "All I could think about... is you."

Sam gulped nervously. He was very horny. The quiet confession from Sam got him sweating. Before he could say another word, Sam was taken by surprise when Greg bobbed his head down to suck him off. When he felt Greg's tongue lap around his shaft, Sam inhaled quickly. He bit down on his lip and watched his caretaker bobbing his head up and down. Sam was getting harder and harder. As his pleasure intensified, Sam's memories began to blur and fade into obscurity.

Greg desired Sam for a long time. When he transformed into a tiger, Sam became more desireable. He was a big, dirty beast; a rough, muscular hunk in diapers. Greg was told by facility staff to not fraternize with inmates -- and he followed the rules as long as he could -- but the desire was growing too strong. Day after day, he changed diapers of dozens of inmates every six hours, but Greg always looked forward to visiting Sam's cell. He liked how Sam was "hard to get." He wasn't as willing to have his diaper changed. At times, he resisted. Greg liked it when Sam resisted. Greg was fascinated with Sam's struggle. He didn't want to wear diapers, but had to because he was incontinent. Greg liked watching the big, manly feline soil himself and paint his diaper yellow uncontrollably. Greg watched Sam blush, get embarrassed while holding on to every last ounce of his manliness.

After moving away from Sam's throbbing member, Greg wiped his mouth and sweaty forehead. He rubbed Sam's chest slowly. He whispered to Sam, "You want to finish up?"

Sam nodded quietly.

"Stand up. Turn the corner. There you'll see someone who can help you. Hear the moaning? He's ready."

Sam slowly hopped off the changing table. Completely naked, Sam walked down the aisle. There were changing stations to his left and right, which lined the walls. There were several inmates that were being changed. He recognized Kojak, who sat by himself on a changing table with a clean diaper on. He waved to Sam. Sam wanted to visit, but Greg was following him from behind. He was obligated to reach his destination.

He turned a corner and saw Hysi, fully restrained and squirming around. He saw Hysi looking around. Hysi's ears flipped up after hearing someone shuffle their feet behind him.

"Who's there?" asked Hysi.

"It's Sam."

"Go ahead. Take him," said Greg as he pointed to Hysi's exposed, pinkish tailhole. "He wants it."

"Fuck me, dammit!" shouted Hysi.

Sam grabbed his cock and stroked himself so he was hard and ready. As soon as he felt ready, Sam cautiously placed his dick by the coyote-hyena's hole and pushed his way in. Hysi gasped for air when he felt his tight, virgin hole penetrated by a very horny tiger. Sam started breeding Hysi slowly. His rhythm increased once he started thinking about all the fantasies that had accumulated throughout his stay at the Education Center.

One of the fantasies involved him sitting on top of Luca's face. In his fantasy, Luca was dressed in full sissy form. He began to wet his diaper as Luca sniffed and licked it. He wanted to "punish" Luca for "being a dirty sissyfox" by giving him a taste of his medicine. Ideally, the diaper wouldn't be as thick so it would leak after one thorough wetting. He wanted to let Luca know that he was his master, his boss and he was going to make that official.

Sam thrusted into Hysi harder.

In another fantasy, Sam was being told by Greg to poop his diaper. In this fantasy, Greg coached Sam on messing himself. Sam was instructed to squat, pull up his diaper to make sure he was comfortable enough, and push! PUSH! PUSH! PUSH! When he farted loudly, Greg told him, "Good boy!" Sam felt stomach cramps. He anticipated that the outgoing mess would be plentiful if not excessive. Suddenly, he messed his diaper with a very loud, crinkly thud. Greg told him, "More!" Sam grunted and forced himself to mess even more into his diaper. His diaper seat was turning darker and darker. The pressure from the push caused him to pee in his diaper. He peed so heavily that the diaper leaked around the leg gathers and piss subsequently ran down his leg. The diaper couldn't handle it all, so it started to swell up and expand. As he messed and wet himself simultaneously, Sam sucked on his thumb as he saw people pointing at him and laughing.

"What a baby!"

"Look at the tiger shit his pants."

"What a dirty faggot!"

Sam was humping Hysi furiously.

The last fantasy to cross Sam's mind involved all the inmates he knew. Everyone -- Wuff, Kojak, Jory, Luca and Hysi -- participated in a contest. The one with the dirtiest diaper won the contest. In this fantasy, it was Sam's turn. He was preparing for this moment for several hours. He held his bladder and he was constipated for several days. As he looked at everyone else's dirty, smelly diapers, he unloaded into his diaper. The first part was the wetting. He wet so furiously that a loud but muffled crinkly noise could be heard. The urine took its time making its way to the absorbant core. He made a puddle in his diaper that soaked his low-hanging sac in a warm, soothing broth. Everyone complimented him by how wet he was. Then everyone went silent as he began to mess himself. This time, he felt discomfort as he messed. It was like he took a laxative and refused to use the toilet. The relief, in itself, was orgasmic. He derived even more pleasure from the looks of excitement and awe on everyone's face as the he proved to be the biggest baby of them all.

Sam pulled out of Hysi in the nick of time and came heavily all over the coyote-hyena's back. Sam noticed that Hysi had a puddle of his own spunk all over the floor underneath him. Sam was covered in sweat. The sweat covering his brow created a deeply itchy sensation. He huffed and puffed as he tried standing on his feet. After struggling momentarily to regain his balance, he started walking aimlessly.

"I remember... everything now," said Hysi, who was slowly returning to his human form.

"So do I."

"What have you done?" someone shouted behind him. He slowly turned around and saw Michelle Wu standing with her arms crossed. "You broke the rules."

"Sorry?" said Sam sarcastically.

"Guards!"

Sam ran naked through the changing area and out into the playroom. All the inmates inside watched as Sam started turning back to human. As it turned out, the antidote to the serum was having a strong sexual climax. That was the true reason why the Education Center forbid the inmates from engaging in sexual activity. The diaper was meant to suppress sexuality and make it undesireable -- but what was once a formula for success had become obsolete. Seeing Sam turn back into a human effectively negated the hypnotherapy. Everyone in the playroom slowly regained their memories.

The playroom was suddenly rocked by an explosion. Jory, who kept a lighter in his diaper, lit a fuse box, which cut the power inside the building and created a large crack in the wall beside it. After trying to pry open the exit doors, which were locked, Sam kicked down the crack in the wall. Light entered the dark gymnasium-sized room and Sam rushed straight into the light. Everyone cheered him on as he made his daring escape.

"Let's go!" he yelled out to his friends as he barely evaded gunfire from the guards. When he made his way outside, he quickly turned around to see if anyone would join him. He was disappointed when he saw the others standing around and doing nothing. Though they sympathized with Sam, the inmates -- even with their memories returned -- stayed behind, knowing that life inside was far more comfortable and convenient than life outside.

Frustrated, Sam charged blindly down a long road with a large electric fence on the right side. Luckily for him, Sam found a hole in the fence that was barely big enough for him to squeeze through. Outside the facility was a grassy field that overlooked the city. He ran down the field as vehicles and helicopters started looking for him. He suddenly tripped and rolled down a steep hill. The accident was fortunate since the Education Center's search parties were hot on his trail and canvassed the area. He ended up in the middle of a side road that wrapped around the facility. There, he saw a car approaching and it waved at it to stop.

Every day since then was a blur. Sam found his way home and collapsed at his front door. His girlfriend discovered him shortly after that and brought him inside. He was bruised and couldn't remember much of what happened at The Education Center. He made the unusual decision to turn himself into the police and told them about what happened at the facility. Because the Education Center was tight-lipped about their policies and procedures, the public was completely unaware of what went on there -- that is, until now.

The charges against Sam were dropped as a result of him enduring cruel and unusual punishment. Legislators who caught wind of Sam's bizarre story -- which he sanitized for the sake of his reputation -- were able to suspend operations at the facility one year after Sam escaped. As for the rest of the inmates, those with minor offenses were freed.

Sam sought the inmates who he left behind. His cellmate, Luca, became an IT specialist at a software company. He underwent a procedure, which permanently altered his DNA and allowed him to stay a three-tailed kitsune fox. He was grateful for the experiences he had at the Education Center, but he wanted more control over his impulses and desires. Unlike Luca, Hysi remained in constant contact with Sam, but they didn't venture beyond mutual friendship. Kojak moved in with Wuff and became a couple. Jory was in and out of prison for misdemeanor offenses involving his pyromaniac tendencies, but managed to adjust to civilian life relatively well. Everyone in this group would continue to share a very intimate, exclusive bond that never dared to be spoken in public.

One night, after a day of working at the steel plant, Sam returned home late. His girlfriend, which sported a sparkling engagement ring on her finger, was curled up in bed. He quietly opened the door to the bedroom and snuck in. She flopped to her side, turned on the lamp located on the end table beside the bed, and groaned.

"Oh, you're home? Good," she muttered as she stretched her arms and yawned.

Sam walked up to her. He caressed her hair and smiled.

"Did you take your meds yet?"

Sam shook his head. "I don't have to. When I went to the doctor earlier, he said I'll be fine as long as I keep myself busy."

She opened her eyes and looked at Sam. "I'm glad. I really missed you -- I mean, I had no idea what you went through. It's just..."

"It's alright. What happened happened." Sam brushed his girlfriend's hair back over her head, leaned up to her face and kissed her on the lips.

She sighed happily.

"I'll be right back."

Sam walked into his bathroom, closed the door behind him and turned on the lights. He looked down at the toilet. The toilet sat there, gurgling. He shook his head and chuckled softly. He turned away from the toilet and faced the door. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and pulled down his pants. His pants fell to his ankles. His briefs were next to drop. Then he picked up a newspaper, which was located on a small magazine rack by the toilet, and started reading it. He casually rubbed his diaperfront and looked at the door in front of him, grinning like a devilish, little tiger cub.