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?"Relaxation" Dom sat alone in the lab, jotting down numbers as fast as his computer calculated them. His eyes were a blur as they shifted between screen and page, screen and page, and sometimes he went into a sort of autopilot where he didn't even need to glance at his paper to write the information down. His body knew just where to write out of sheer repetition, and didn't bother expending the resources to glance down and make certain. Minutes passed, a half hour, an hour, and Dom was finally finished. His paws ached and it felt like his fingers were bleeding, but the fennec fox stood up anyways and grabbed a beaker. He began mixing various liquids into it, watching with bloodshot eyes as the contents inside turned pink, red, blue, yellow, even green before fading back to clear. Another twenty minutes passed before he was finished, measuring each chemical drop by drop at the very end. He slumped back into his chair with a huff, brushing his hair out of his eyes as he regarded the placid, clear liquid inside the beaker. "Funny," he said to no one in particular. He blinked, realizing his foolishness, and chuckled a bit. Funny that an unassuming liquid like that--tasteless, clear, odorless-- holds so much power. Power to melt away anxiety and stress, all the worries of life. Powerful enough to unmake a mind. Brace's mind. Dom shook his head and stood, stretching a bit and frowning to hear his body crackle as he did so. The stress of the job was getting to him, too. Making him old before his time. He grabbed the vial and walked over to the counter, where he opened the cupboard and took out Brace's favorite glass. Then, he broke one of the cardinal rules of science; he poured a chemical solution into a plain drinking glass without even a warning label. He set the glass back down and took off his gloves, washing his hands before preparing a sandwich. Ham, mustard, bread, and nothing else. Dom plated it and sat it next to the solution; anyone might have thought it just a normal meal. He knew that Brace would. Some part of Dom wished he had any hesitation left about this. What he was about to do was ethically... frowned upon, to say the least, and he wasn't certain that Brace would consent if he knew it was happening beforehand. The fennec fox was taking someone else's mind, their very being, into his hands and crushing it. The reasons not to go through with it were strong indeed. Stronger, though, was the one reason Dom wanted to do it; Brace's wellbeing. Big brains are all well and good until they began to overthink, and after that there was no telling what might happen. Dom knew that Brace was on the edge of another breakdown; the rat told him as much nearly every night in bed. Brace hid the tears trembling behind his eyes, but Dom could see it anyway. Work, his dissertation, school, finances, it all was conspiring to crush the poor rat, and only Dom could stop it. Lost in his muses for a while, he scarcely heard the door to the lab open. "Brace," Dom said, and turned around to give the rat a firm hug as he walked in. "Dom." Brace returned the hug, kissing his fiance's cheek. "You look absolutely terrible. Have you been up all night working on your little project?" Dom couldn't keep a little smile from his face. "Maaaybe... but it's all finished now!" Brace laughed and slung his backpack onto the nearest unoccupied space with a thud. Textbooks stumbled out, and with them a flurry of papers. Brace glanced at them and sighed, shaking his head and giving Dom another kiss. "So, do I finally get to know what it is?" Dom's smile grew. "Oh, you do! But first thing's first, I bet you're hungry, aren't ya?" He moved aside to show Brace the simple meal behind him. Brace's face lit like he was just presented with a five course meal. "Jesus, Dom, if you know me, you know me." Brace flung himself onto the chair and shoved the first bite of the sandwich into his mouth. He chewed and groaned in exaggerated pleasure, letting a little mustard seep from the corner of his mouth. Dom leaned in and licked it away. "Mnf, so," the rat mumbled between mouthfuls of food, "now do I get to know?" Dom chose to dodge the question. The barest hint of a doubt began to niggle in his chest, and he had to put it to rest before he proceeded. "How did your dissertation go?" This would be the final question, the one that would decide it all. Brace froze, then deflated. He set the sandwich down and chewed, taking his time before swallowing and answering. "It, uh... well, I, uh... I'm not a doctor." He almost left it there, but put on a tired smile. "Y-Yet," he added. "I'm not a doctor yet. I will be. Next time." The fennec sighed and sat on the stool next to Brace, wrapping an arm around him. "Next time," he said. Dom knew there wouldn't be a next time. "So, do you wanna know about my project I've been working on?" Brace's smile grew a little more genuine. "Well yeah, of course. The suspense has been eating me alive the last few months!" Dom chuckled softly. "Well, wait no longer! See, I've noticed you've been a bit stressed lately. Wouldn't you agree?" When Brace didn't respond immediately, Dom prodded him in the side. "Wouldn't you agree you've been stressed?" Brace closed his eyes, saying nothing a moment before sagging into his partner. "You've noticed?" Dom chuckled again, kissing Brace's ear and holding him close to his chest. "Well duh, everyone's noticed. Just because you refuse to acknowledge something doesn't make it go away, and it doesn't make other people not notice it either. Ever since you started this last semester of graduate school, after your first failed dissertation, and especially since business around here has been picking up, you've been nothing but stressed, over stretched, overworked, you've barely been here as a person." Brace couldn't deny it, nodding to his partner's very blunt take on the situation. "Yeah, yeah... you're right, I know. But what's that got to do with your project? You started it a bit before I went back to school, so it can't be for that." "Au contraire, mon ami!" Dom slipped kissed Brace's cheek. "That there is where you're wrong. I had hoped you'd be able to handle it all yourself, but I kind of guessed it might overwhelm you, so I got started early on just in case. Even if you made it through the semester with flying colors, my work would still have application elsewhere." "You talk and talk of this 'work' but you still don't say what it is! C'mon, just spit it out!" Brace turned to face Dom with an arched eyebrow, crossing his arms. "You'll have to wait juuuust a moment longer." Brace sighed dramatically and turned back to his food, taking another bite. This one came with a particularly strong gush of mustard, more than even he could handle. His paw shot to the glass of what he thought was water, and he took a sip to wash away the bitter aftertaste. The effect was almost immediate, and Dom snatched a notebook from the counter so that he could record it. First, Brace set down the water and went back to his sandwich. Before his meal was halfway to his mouth, however, he paused, and a stranged, troubled look came into his eyes. He frowned, set down his sandwich, and looked at Dom with a tilted head. There was a strange... dull feeling overtaking him, like someone threw a sheet over all his senses. He could see, hear, smell just fine, but something seemed off about it. His overall perception of everything was slower, just a little more delayed, a little less refined. While the mind was the first to be affected, the rest of his body was not immune to Dom's concoction. As his mental faculties became hazy, for lack of a better term, his body language, the unconscious way that he portrayed himself, followed suit. His back, normally ramrod straight, sagged, and his shoulders did too. A small, happy smile twitched at the sides of his mouth, and his whole being seemed to become more relaxed. A tent formed between his legs, a sizable one too, but the rat didn't even seem to notice. The aroused heat in his groin was masked by the more pleasant heat that overtook his entire body, coating him from head to toe with warm, soothing thoughts and feelings. Brace didn't notice this either, but all the worried thoughts, all the background noise of school and work and money and school yet again, they all faded away, not quiet but dimmer, less important. All this happened in a manner of seconds, but Dom scribbled them all down just as fast as he had transcribed the numbers from earlier. When the changes seemed to settle, Dom leaned forward. "Brace. How do you feel?" Brace blinked and shook his head, as if clearing it. "How do I... feel?" His voice was sluggish, duller. "I, uh... well I'm fine... I guess?" The rat tipped his head, still able to make a connection in his new brain. "What did... why did I change? Did you change me?" Dom nodded eagerly, pointing to his partner's drink. It was a good sign, if his normally observant boyfriend hadn't put two and two together about that. "That drink isn't water, it's my project! It's a liquid designed to make you relax, just forget for a while and stop stressing out so much." "Oh..." Brace couldn't quite comprehend the feeling of wrongness that formed deep inside him, and pushed it away. "I guess I like feeling less stressed... but everything's also so... like, slow. Like, I'm slow. And everything is slow." Dom nodded, writing down Brace's reactions as he had them. "Mhmn, well of course. The concoction slows your brain down, preventing neurons from travelling as fast or as effectively, like putting gum in a machine. It still goes, it's just slower, less reliable." Now this put a little alarm in Brace's heart, but he didn't have the energy to capitalize on it. Instead he just frowned a bit. "Oh." Another good sign. Normally Brace would be at the very least asking for every single thing that Dom put in this concoction of his to see if it was safe and to satisfy his curiosity. It didn't even occur to Brace to ask, and that pleased Dom. "Would you like some more?" Brace blinked. "Huh?" "Would you like some more of my solution?" The rat closed his eyes, trying to think about it. It didn't hurt to think, it was just hard, slow. Everything else was so distracting now, like the warmth of his body, the sound of his partner's breathing, the dull, throbbing arousal between his legs. He slid a paw to his crotch almost subconsciously, cupping his package through his jeans and massaging the base. Dom looked down and arched an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. This was working better than he had hoped. "I think you do," Dom said. "Huh?" Brace glanced up suddenly, coming back to reality. "Oh! Uh, I mean, I think I do... but I don't... I'm, I mean I'm not really..." "I think you do," Dom said again. "You trust me, and you think it's safe." The fennec's words filtered into Brace's head, and without a clear mind to filter them, they became his thoughts. "I trust you, I guess, a-and, I mean, I think it's safe." But despite his seeming decision, Brace didn't move to drink anything more. He just sat there, dazed and happy. Before going on, Dom decided to test just how much control he had over his partner with such a small dose. "I also think you want to start wearing... diapers." He hesitated a bit before putting that out there. It was a secret kink of his, one that he had been terrified of anyone finding out about. Dom was a fan of the things--he wore them in secret, and loved to change them--but he knew that Brace considered such things disgusting, and the people who liked them degenerate. Brace remembered he didn't like them, but for some reason... he just did now. He repeated Dom's words. "I want to start wearing diapers." "They're comfy, and they're useful, and they're cute." "They're comfy... and useful and... and they're cute. "Gooood... if you look in the cupboard next to you, you'll find a pair." Surely enough, the pair was there. Brace didn't wonder where they came from, or who put them there. The thick white padding was just attractive to him now and that's what he cared about. "And you want to put them on." "And I want to put them on." Dom waited, but nothing happened. Brace just sat there, holding the diapers and staring at them as if they were a priceless painting. Maybe... "And you're going to put them on." "And I'm going to put them on." This time seemed to work better. Brace stood up, unceremoniously dropping his pants after a brief struggle with the button, and began to slip the diaper on. Dom ended up helping him pull it up snug and tape it tight to his body, but in a few moments the proud scientist rat was wearing a poofy white diaper that spread his legs a few inches apart. Both boys admired the look of it on him, with Dom groping Brace's tented crotch. "There we go, just like you want to look! Just like you always want to look." "Just like I always want to look." Success! The solution had worked miles beyond what Dom had hoped it would, and this was just with a small sip! Imagine the applications this could have. He could sell it as a recreational drug, as a therapeutic tool, for less... savoury purposes. Dom knew he could have stopped there. He knew he could have left Brace just the way he was, and the happy rat wouldn't have worried about a thing for the rest of the night. The next morning would have came and the rat would have woken up back to normal, but fully relaxed, mentally healed, and with a strange love of diapers. Dom knew all that. He almost let it happen. But then Brace let out a groan and a wet burst of gas. Dom's nose twitched. He didn't really enjoy the scent of gas, but he enjoyed what usually followed something that wet. It was another one of his shameful kinks, and one he was in a prime position to indulge in. "You're going to chug the rest of that glass. Now." Brace stood up as if compelled, reaching over and grabbing the glass of clear liquid. He held it up to the light, face twisted up as he struggled with himself. The part of him that still questioned things wondered if this might not be the best idea, but most of him just felt it would be easier to ignore the red flags and just drink, just like Dom- just like he wanted to. "Honey, aren't you thirsty?" Dom said, forcing the sweetness into his voice. Brace paused, and glanced at Dom. "I... I guess I am." "So why don't you drink?" "I, uh, well..." Brace knew he had reasons just moments ago, but now that his boyfriend asked the question, he couldn't quite remember what they were. Were they important? "Don't be silly, honey. You know you're thirsty, and you know you want more. Why deny yourself?" Dom set his hands on Brace's shoulders, comforting him. "C'mon, darling. Drink." Brace looked Dom in the eye, searching them and finding nothing but earnest intent. Even if he wasn't mentally addled he'd only have found that; Dom really believed that what he was doing would help the rat more than anything else could. Brace breathed out, nodded, and tipped his head back, swallowing the rest of the glass in two large gulps. Dom nodded encouragingly and took out his notepad, pen ready to transcribe whatever happened. The effects this time were immediate. Brace set down the glass, wearing a slight smile as that warmth spread through his body again. He could feel it settling in his stomach, growing in intensity before radiating out into his legs, his arms, his chest, and finally his head. The rat's stance relaxed; his shoulders slumped further, his arms hung limply by his side, and his legs bowed, knees buckling in against each other as he weaved in the air. Brace noticed all of this, but he didn't feel anxious about it at all. In fact, he didn't feel anxious or worried about anything. In the course of a few moments, all his memories of anything that troubled him washed away, and with it did most of what caused those anxieties in the first place; his intelligence. Brace could feel a fog settling in his mind, cobwebs forming on the gears, a shroud pulled over it all. His smile grew wider the more of his faculties he lost. It was, after all, that blindingly brilliant brain that had made him so stressed in the first place. The rat wouldn't worry about school if he wasn't smart enough to be going for his PhD. The rat wouldn't worry about work if he wasn't so intelligent that he made groundbreaking discoveries almost monthly. The rat wouldn't worry about bills and finances if he wasn't smart enough to work the numbers. Now the cause of all that worry seeped away, never to be seen again. Those parts were still in there, but they were disconnected, and Brace could never access them again. "See, isn't this so much better?" Dom asked, walking around his partner as all semblance of intelligence left him. The fennec's words seemed to jolt Brace out of his daze, and the rat's brows furrowed as he struggled to string a sentence together. "Everything... is... super... fuzzy." "Super good, right?" Brace's face screwed up as he struggled to think, probing his feelings and thoughts for the last time; finding nothing, he just smiled and let Dom do the thinking for him. "Super good." "That's right!" Dom said, tickling Brace under the chin. Brace giggled, weaving on his feet as he nearly lost his balance from just that small touch. "You feel super good, all because of me, and you're gonna feel that way forever!" Dom brought his grinning face down level with Brace's, who returned the grin out of reflex. "Cuz all those troublesome little thoughts are going away!" Brace replied with a half-word that dissolved into a happy giggle. His paw slipped down to his diaper, groping at the groin and giggling again at the crinkling sound it made. "Don't get me wrong, it was hard, but I knew that with everything going on, you deserved bliss for the rest of your life." His face grew serious, and he cupped Brace's chin to ensure they were eye to eye, though he knew what was left of Brace was far past comprehending his words. "Brace, I did this for you and you alone. You're never going to be sad or stressed or worried again. I'll do everything for you, just like you deserve." They held that gaze for a long while, and Dom felt that if there was something left of Brace inside the dumb rat's body, he understood. A trumpet of a fart interrupted them, and Brace began to giggle again. Dom chuckled himself, standing back some. "And this is why I convinced you to get into your diapers earlier on. After all, I'm going to be taking care of you for the next... well, ever, so I added a few things to that drink of yours to make things much more fun for me. And, well, I guess my idea of fun is... well, quite filthy." Brace sighed as his bladder finally released, and a steady hiss filled the air as the happy rat filled his diaper. The front swelled and sagged, a deep yellow color marring the white that it had been originally. Dom felt his cock twice and he leaned forward, groping his partner's crotch as the warm diaper flooded, expanded and sagged heavier and heavier. "You didn't just lose your continence, of course, you would have lost that anyways. No, I configured your body to focus on making waste. Piss, shit, drool, anything, your body's making it in overtime, like it's its purpose." He shrugged a bit. "And I suppose it is, isn't it? It also changed your brain chemistry, too, adding receptors and-" The fennec realized that he was talking to a wall, figuratively speaking, and chuckled at himself. "Well, basically, I took your brains and replaced it with an affinity for filth." As if prompted by Dom's words, Brace's shoved a hand down the front of his diaper and moaned at the warm, acrid bath it got. His cock was twitching to life at the feeling of him stewing in his filth. "Believe me, beautiful, you're never going to suffer another bath again. You're going to be absolutely rancid, and both of us are going to be in heaven."[a] Somewhere in the rat's mind, Brace was still there. Whatever Dom had put in the rat's drink hadn't destroyed his brain; rather, it was cutting the connections between certain parts of it. All his intelligence would always be there, but it would be just out of reach, forever inaccessible to Brace. That said, the drink wasn't strong enough to cut off all of Brace's mental faculties, at least not yet. He had access to maybe about a tenth of his normal brain power at this point in the process, and that tenth was hard at work trying to deal with all the changes that was happening to him. He smiled when Dom smiled, giggled inanely out of pure instinct, and squished around in his rapidly filling diapers just because it felt good; in the background his mind had struggled to work through it all. Finally, moments before the rest of his mind was taken from him forever, Brace comprehended what had happened to him, and what Dom had put inside him. He understood that his life as a scientist, as one of the world's most brilliant minds was forever destroyed, and that he would probably spend the rest of his time fucking Dom, filling diapers, and being blissfully mindless... and he liked it. The rat screwed his eyes shut, reaching back for all of his mind power just to force out these few words; "I... like... this. Th...thanks... you." And just like that, the light behind the rat's eyes went out, and he let out a long groan of pleasure. His head drooped forward, his tail lifted, ass jutted out, and as if he were pushing out the last of his brain he strained, eyes rolling back as a massive log of shit coiled into the back of his straining diaper, crackling before cutting off and falling with a quiet 'thud'. Dom put his paw over his mouth, biting his lip as he watched his partner use the last of his mind to assure him that everything was okay. It was... surprisingly emotional, considering the erotic context of it all for the fox. A smile curled on his lips and he stroked the rat's cheek. "Glad you like it, Brace." The rat giggled in response, a thick strand of drool dribbling out onto his chin. The moment passed, and blood surged back to Dom's cock. He chuckled, shaking his head and unzipping his pants, letting it flop out. Emotional or not, the rat's diaper was overflowing with shit and he intended to get filthy with it; if he had his way, there would rarely be a day where he and his partner didn't spend all their time being disgusting together.

The fennec looked his partner up and down, unzipping his pants and pulling his shaft out. He wasn't massively endowed--something that made him the bottom in the relationship-- but with the rat's new mental hurdles to overcome, he figured he was going to be topping much more often. And if that was to be the case, why not get acquainted with his new toy? Dom dropped to the ground, idly rubbing his cock as he crawled closer to Brace's lumpy, sagging diaper. The sight of the slimy surface stirred something deep inside the fox, scratching an itch he'd been forced to hide for years. Everything about the diaper--the lumpy, slimy surface, the gooey mush inside, the brown taint and the nose burning scent-- all of it made Dom's stomach churn, but in an oddly good way. Drool flooded his mouth and, finally secure in the knowledge he wouldn't be judged, Dom let it wash over his chin and soak it properly before he pushed himself headfirst into the dumb rat's diaper. The experience was heavenly. He'd always imagined it, but nothing prepared him for how an overloaded diaper pressed against his face would actually feel. The surface was slick with shitty ooze bleeding through the plastic backed diaper, the actual contents were mushy, chunky and warm, like a mud mask on his fur, and the smell... ooooh god, the smell was enough to make it feel like his brain was burning away. It wasn't, but... part of Dom wished it was. It made him want to heave and huff more of it at the same time, and eventually the latter reaction won out. For a while, the only sound in the air was the fennec's rasping, desperate huffing muffled by Brace's diaper. Eventually Dom was forced to come up for air. His fur was matted and greasy with a slight brown tinge and his eyes were bloodshot. A strand of shit ooze dangled from his nose onto his lips; he had never looked less presentable, and he had never been happier. He might have been content to dive back in but Brace groaned, pushing out another log, and at the same time the fox's stomach growled. He thought a moment and grinned, licking the bitter goo from his lips and pulling down the back of Brace's diaper. He hadn't eaten lunch, but ordering food was so expensive, so why not eat what he had in front of him? The diaper plopped on the floor and Dom brought both hands to his cock, pawing off rapidly, but just before bending down to slurp at the slurry leaking from the rat's diaper, something caught his eye; Brace's winking tailhole, still pink despite the layer of shit covering it. The rat, a total top, had never even allowed Dom to kiss it, too afraid to be seen as a bottom if word got out, so up until this point the fox had to steal glances in the shower or the rare occasion when the former scientist slept nude. But now, now it was fully available to him, and the rat it was attached to had no more fears or insecurities about bottoming. Lunch could wait; this snack came first. Dom reached forward, spreading Brace's soft, pillowy cheeks with both of his paws, and leaned forward to take a long whiff of the rat's tailhole. Earthy with a bitter tang of sweat; just like the fox had always imagined it. He was always saddened that someone with such a pillowy, round ass wouldn't want it used, but now was a chance to fix that error. He closed his eyes, leaned forward, and pressed his lips against Brace's taihole. He began to kiss the rat's hole like it was his mouth, and to his surprise Brace relaxed and allowed Dom's tongue to probe deeper and deeper. To the fox's delight he found smaller, harder nuggets of shit hidden in his partner's soft walls, and he used his deft tongue to scoop them up and swallow them like candy. Dom had to admit, it was more pleasant to make out with Brace's asshole than his mouth. Brace was a wonderful kisser, but there was something so perfect about the soft weight of someone's ass pressing down on his muzzle, the soft resistance of his inner walls, and the sheen of anal slime that came the kiss. The two remained like this for some time, but eventually his stomach growled again, and Dom had to pull himself away. A thick, chunky green strand of slime connected his lips to his partner's asshole and Dom chuckled, slurping it up before looking down at his dinner, still warm in Brace's diaper. He'd always wanted to do this, but even in his small forays into kink, he'd never actually committed. This was the start of something new, though, and Dom was determined to follow through. He'd swallowed his boyfriend's shit straight from his ass, what was wrong with the fresh shit still warm and burbling in his stretched out diaper? He'd just have to fully commit; no holding back. Dom closed his eyes, breathed out, steeled himself, and plunged his entire head in. Bliss. The whole thing was bliss. Shit pushed into his ears, and all he could hear was the burble of the warm methane travelling from each log. All he could feel was the soft, sticky slurry of scat soaking into his skin, staining his fur with each second he was there. He couldn't smell or see, but better than that, he could taste. And oh god, the taste. Dom opened his mouth and let the shit settle in, his drool mixing with the slurry as he let the sour taste wash over his taste buds. It was a different experience from the nuggets that he'd swallowed earlier; while those were a mixture of bitter earthy tastes, this was straight up grease and filth, things that no sane person should be enjoying. Yet he was enjoying it, and his growling stomach ordered him to swallow. Swallow he did. The texture was the part that he had the most trouble getting over. While the earlier nuggets were solid like food or small little malt balls, this was soft, almost like a shake. Unlike a shake, however, this had thick, stringy clumps mixed in and was warm, and instead of melting in his mouth and throat he could feel the grit of whatever it was the rat had eaten before. It didn't pose too much a problem, however, and Dom swallowed without chewing, using his tongue to shovel shit to the back of his throat before allowing it just to slide down without much help. If it really came to be an issue, he could just change his partner's diet to something that would produce shit that was more solid. Brace watched for a short while until, having no conception of how disgusting it supposedly was, he dropped to all fours and joined his partner, burying his head in his shit and slurping it up. The rat didn't have any of the hesitation that the fox did, whether that be from his lowered intelligence or his basic nature as a rat. Between the two of them, the diaper was cleaned out in minutes, and both of them looked up to see the other's head slathered in greenish brown sludge. Dom couldn't help but laugh, and that set Brace off in a wild giggle. Dom pulled Brace close and held him, pressing his lips against the rat's and just letting them rest there. The two cuddled there on the floor for a while, content in their depravity and filth. Neither had been so relaxed in ages; Brace with everything that he had to deal with, and Dom with worrying about Brace. Now they could just be together, disgusting and loving. When the floor grew too cold and stiff for Dom's back he sat up, planting a kiss on Brace's forehead before taking the recently cleaned diaper and padding the rat up. As if ordered, Brace sighed and immediately began to wet himself again. The already swollen diaper sagged and drooped, and Dom just shook his head. "It's a good thing that I have the heavy duty stuff, or I'd be changing you twice an hour." Brace giggled at Dom's words, though he didn't quite understand what they meant. The fox pulled the rat in for another cuddle, but a buzzing sound from Brace's pants made Dom pause. He kissed the rat on the forehead again, laid him on the ground, and snagged the rat's pants. He had to pause a moment and chuckle; Brace always complained about how much he hated how those pants fit, but they looked great on him so he suffered through. Now, the rat would never have to wear them again. The buzzing had come from Brace's phone. Dom didn't know Brace's passcode, but it was easy enough to use the rat's finger to unlock it, and after a moment Dom was rooting through his partner's phone. The buzzing was just a notification from a friend's text, but something caught Dom's eye as he was sifting through notifications; a calendar event taking place an hour from now. Dissertation at University. Dom had forgotten entirely about it! Brace had been going for his third doctorate, and tonight was his final dissertation! The rat was to present to a panel of peers and professors, and they would be the ones to either award the degree or fail him, dooming him for another year of stress before applying again. Brace must have just stopped in to kiss Brace goodbye before heading off. "Well... it would be a shame to let all your preparation go to waste, wouldn't it, Brace?" Dom said, a mischievous grin playing across his face as he began to dress himself. Brace nodded mindlessly, just rubbing his squishy diaper happily. "So, I propose that we go anyways! Show everyone the new you, go and get your new life started. What do you think? Brace, of course, didn't think about anything at all. "Very good." Dom stood up, grabbing his jacket and a collar. He clipped the collar around Brace's neck, and then attached a leash to the collar. "I don't think we need to put you in any more clothes, your diaper and shirt is enough! It's a warm day, and the university isn't far. How about a walk?" Brace, of course, had no opinion. Dom grinned, and the two went out the door, ready to introduce Brace to the world again. [a]Kinks: Retardation, brain drain, diaper, scat, piss, lovers, laboratory, research, tricked 6k Rising S1 convinces S2 to drink the entire liquid straight from the bottle S2 begins to giggle as their brain drains away Describe process in detail, their stance, their face, their voice, their eyes

S1 talks to S2 about how their brain is melting away as it happens, how it's worth it to make them less stressed, how it's permanent and S2 will never be stressed again S2 sorta understands but they're too dumb to care, and soon they're too dumb to do much of anything Begins to fill diapers with piss and shit, rubs drool over themselves S1 adds that they put in some 'extra' stuff for their own fun, though they know that S2 is going to enjoy it just as much as them

Climax Don't have any specifics for this, just a filthy, disgusting, retarded sex scene.