Special Ed Vixen

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Cleo is a Special Ed teacher, one of the best in the state! With the famed researcher Dr. Lynch Castrgard assessing her, all it takes is one good classroom session to propell her into fame.

 

...or not.

 

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Cleo yawned and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, sitting down at her desk in the front of the classroom. Her foxy eyes searched out the room full of diapered adults, making a mental note of her surroundings. Every rear in the room was thickly padded except for two: her own, and a visiting professor sitting in a comically small chair. This special guest was a smartly dressed black jackal, clipboard in one paw and a pen in another. His presence had the unfortunate effect of making time feel like it was dragging by; it had felt like hours, but it was merely 10 AM. The vixen felt a wave of tiredness due to the pressure she was under from his visit.

Pressure was putting it lightly: Dr. Lynch Castrgard was the most respected teaching theorist in the whole country. With his letter of recommendation, she could teach disability theory at state schools, write books and go to conferences! Or, if she failed to impress, she would remain here, trying to teach a few retards how to count to three and changing poopy adult diapers for the rest of her working life.

Cleo rubbed her eyes again and smiled, taking a moment to appreciate the quiet din of her classroom during its hourly break. Each of her students were happy, quietly babbling to themselves or playing with their friends. There were seven of them: three males and four females. The males, a dog, a dragon and a horse, were so similar that they just blended together sometimes. Every single one of them got horny and tented out their diapers when they shat themselves, and that was their most defining feature. Harriets, however, were more interesting in Cleo's mind. There was a vixen, like herself, a border collie (smart breed, dumb dog), and a lioness, was too mindless to be a threat to anyone. She just drools on herself and stares off into space. The most troublesome of them all was the wolf, who loved to flail her arms and hit things. She had to wear a helmet; the school figured that they might as well protect what brain cells she had left, and letting her slam her head against the wall wouldn't help things.

As a group, they were the most problematic retards the school had to offer, each one classified as a severe bite risk. Fortunately for Cleo, not a single drooling grin in the class had teeth. Shiny, slick, wet chins dribbled drool onto their chests all day long, and every muzzle revealed bare, smooth gums. These students had been dumped on Cleo as their last chance before being sent to an institution, but all the vixen could see was potential; potential to improve their situation in life and, perhaps after years of therapy and learning, elevate them to some semblance of competence in their daily living. Her tail wagged just thinking about it.

Most of the retards were dressed in only massive, medical grade diapers and a terry cloth bib to catch the drool. The insane amount of padding inside each diaper forced the students' legs apart. Normally, having them so thick would have present a mobility issue; thankfully, none of them knew how to walk. Only the vixen was dressed differently. She wore the same thick, bulky adult diapers as everyone else, but instead of just a simple bib like the others, she was restrained in a thick canvas straitjacket. It was a sad sight to see, and it pained Cleo every time she had to strap the retard in, but she understood the reasoning.

The last time they had left the fox alone, the first thing she'd done is poop her diapers and start digging her paws down into them, eating the shit and smearing it across her muzzle as well. Cleo winced at the memory; she could still vividly recall the straining, bulging seat of the retarded vixen's diaper sagging down with the weight of the load. The smell had been repulsive, even more so once the special needs vixen had begun actively shoveling shit into her muzzle. And the gurgling, muffled grunts she had made with a mouthful of shit... Cleo shook her head a bit to quickly banish those thoughts. It simply wouldn't do to allow that behavior, so every morning it was Cleo's job to slip the filthy fox into a straightjacket so she couldn't get into trouble. Thankfully, the retarded vixen was rather pliant when she was tired, and there rarely was an issue getting her in.

'Thank God I'm not like her,' thought Cleo. 'I don't know if I could live with myself if I ever got into her situation. Not that I'd be smart enough to care, but still. Pooping in diapers? Eating my own shit? It would be so disgusting and humiliating that, that I'd just die. And to smear it on my fur?' The vixen shuddered at the very thought of it. She reclined a bit in her chair, basking in the enjoyment of the scene; her keen vulpine nose twitched a bit as loud rustling echoed throughout the classroom. Eight thickly diapered rumps made quite the noise, interspersed with the occasional babble and coo.

The bell rang. Immediately she sprang to her feet, and her pupils turned to face her. They'd been well trained to do that before they were given to her, and Cleo thanked whatever therapist had worked with them to do that as she launched into the next lesson of the day: numbers.

"Alright class! Today we're going to go over numbers! Let's start with one! One is the first number, and it's drawn just... like... this ..." As she spoke, she drew a simple number one on the chalkboard, and about half of the class followed along, more interested in the nummy chalk than the actual math. The lioness just stared out into space, drooling on herself as usual. Enough spittle had seeped into her bib that it was beginning to dribble down onto her diaper again. Royce Clydesdale had adopted a particular look that Cleo had learned to dread.

"T-Todd, the potty!" Cleo began, but it was too late. With an insanely wide gummy grin, Todd lifted his luscious tail and leaned forward. His eyes rolled back as he let out a babbling "Durrr...poopoo!", and he began to fill his diaper with horse poop. He strained and grunted to push it all out, and the shit began to ball up at the seat of his retard pants before slowly rolling down to the bottom of his diaper. From there it built up, turning the plastic a dark brown and bulging it out. The supply seemed to be limitless, and Cloe could only watch in dismay as the drooling horse filled his diapers with glee. He was a lucky horse, because shitting himself was the highlight of his day.

About two minutes passed before he finished pooping. His diaper was absolutely trashed. Clay-like shit had gathered at the bottom and sagged the plastic outer shell as far as it could go. Shit had even pushed up the front, smothering his balls and cock with warm mush. Todd looked to his teacher for approval. He was a good diaper filler.

Cleo sighed, shaking her head and groaning. Unfortunately for her, that was what would be considered a rather small load. She hardly felt thankful for the small miracle. And now, it was time for her least favorite part of the day, and one that came rather frequently: changing diapers.

It was too bad that her aide had been fired recently. He might have constantly stank of weed but she was always happy to delegate diaper changing duties to him. Now, it all fell on her shoulders.

As Cleo stood up to walk over to the babbling horse, a shiver wracked her entire body. She blinked, and her mind emptied out for a moment. She stood like that for a good few seconds, attracting the attention of the dragon. He tipped his head in curiosity and drooled heavily from his massive smiling maw devoid of teeth. A muffled fart from his diaper signaled his approval as Cleo started to drool a bit. Dr. Lynch stared at her calmly from the back, seemingly unsurprised by her momentary pause.

She jolted a bit, roused from her stupor. And she smiled.

"Well now," she cooed as she approached the horse, "someone made a poopy, why yes they did! Did you make a poopy? You sure did, you made a big poopy! Lots of good smelling poop for Miss Cleo to sniff, yes it is!" The retard only babbled in response, half-grinning at Cleo's sudden change in attitude.

This was perhaps her favorite part of the day. Every time one of the retards started farting or straining, she paused her lessons and watched the entire process with interest. Everything about diapers made her happy: the look of the clay-like shit all bulged against straining diaper tapes, even the feeling of the padding squishing against her fingers. And, as the cherry on top, after she finished balling up each diaper she'd press her nose into it and give it a nice, long snoof.

Thank god they finally fired that teacher's aid. She got to change all the diapers by herself now.

Cleo smiled at the horse's mindless babbling, and set to work. Despite her enjoyment, she had to appear professional about it, especially with Dr. Castrgard watching her every move. The tapes came off in seconds, the heavy horse's legs spread apart gently to reveal the bulk of the mess. Her wipe-clad paws mechanically cleaned every nook and cranny with skilled swipes. Then, the messy diaper was slid to the side and a clean one was placed under Todd's rear.

With one hand, Cleo folded and re-taped the dirty diaper into a ball, but then she froze. Her gaze wandered to Dr. Castrgard, who looked on with clinical interest. "Miss Cleo," Lynch said gravely, "do not change your routine on account of me."

That was all the convincing that she needed, and almost too quickly the vulpine buried her nose deep in Todd's diaper, closing her eyes and taking a deep snootful of tainted, shitty air. A derpy smile sprang across her face, and she let out a long moan as the warm air cycled through her system. Her brain felt fuzzy for a few moments, and at least for a little while, she felt and thought nothing but bliss.

Then, as quick as it came, the sensation left, and Cleo came back to reality.

She nervously glanced up to Lynch. The doctor was jotting something down on his clipboard, but his face had no discernable expression. The vulpine chose to take that as a good sign.

While her attention had been elsewhere, Todd had apparently caught sight of Cleo's cleavage. Quite without meaning to, the vixen had seduced the horse with her breasts. The result was throbbing quite readily just inches from her face.

Cleo nearly snarled in disgust. Her temper flared, but she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and reminded herself that Todd was just a tard, and that he didn't know what he was doing was wrong. Quite honestly, had the cock been attached to a more mentally sound stallion, Cleo might have accepted the offer. Horses were famously gifted in the package department, but Todd was perhaps the largest she'd ever seen.

What a pity such a glorious cock was wasted on a mindless retard. It would be incredibly unprofessional for her to suck his massive equine dick. Not to mention immoral. There was no way she would risk her career, especially when she was just feet away from one of the most respected minds in her field. She would simply have to take the clinical approach to make Todd flaccid for the new diaper. Ice perhaps?

As she stood to grab some ice from her mini freezer, a powerful shiver grabbed control of her body once more. The shaking stopped. She blinked, a confused expression growing on her face as she stared out into space for a long while. Her muzzle parted open a bit, allowing saliva to trickle down. Eventually, the feeling of drooling on herself brought her back to reality.

What was she doing?

The sight of Todd's massive cock reminded her. She could feel the heat radiating off it, and a wave of saliva fell from Cleo's lips. She grinned, biting her lip at the arousing sight in front of her.

She'd 'mistakenly' used her tits to arouse Todd again. It was impossible for such a gigantic cock to fit in a diaper, so it fell on her to fix the problem. What better way to do that than a blowjob?

Truthfully, the opportunity to suck off retards was one of the reasons she'd stuck with the job so long. Ever since she could remember, she'd been incredibly sexually attracted to the mentally disabled, and grabbing a job as a teacher for a very, very special ed class meant she had very little oversight and plenty of opportunity to indulge in her vices. She sucked at least two cocks every single lesson, and the thick, warm cum kept her going until dinner time, keeping her full and energized. Never did she go three days without fellatio, and if she could simply spend her whole day pleasuring them, she would.

Todd's cock in particular was her favorite. It was the largest shaft she'd ever seen in person, attached to a retard or not, and for quite a while, it was her goal to deepthroat the entire thing. Now, finally, she could.

Cleo knew she was horny. The urge to masturbate and just deepthroat Todd was strong, but she remembered just in time that Dr. Lynch was sitting there, observing. He'd said earlier never to change her routine for him; however, sniffing diapers was one thing, but sucking cock?

She looked up and met his gaze. He nodded, a small smile on his face, and suddenly all her doubts vanished. She respected Lynch's methods, and his methods required that not a single thing be changed from her normal routine. If asked, she would say something like 'It keeps them calm during diaper changes.'

Then, with little hesitation, she closed her eyes and got to it.

Cleo managed to push it down her throat with little difficulty, already quite used to taking the horse's cock to its base. He let out a moan and curled his toes, squirming and whining in pleasure. The vixen herself glurked a little, tail swishing happily as the equine's shaft stretched her throat out far beyond what should be possible, then set out to work, massaging the horse's balls as she thrusted her throat up and down on the shaft like it was a toy. All the while, Lynch continued to take notes, looking on dispassionately.

She could feel his cock throbbing, his balls pulling up in preparation for climax, and the vixen hurriedly took her wet maw off of him, aiming it at her chest and jerking him off furiously. Todd let out a long moan, eyes rolling back as he bucked, and finally stream after stream of thick, white horse cum splattered against her tits, soaking them thoroughly. Cleo moaned in pleasure, always happy to wear her students' cum.

Then, out of the corner of her eye she saw the border collie lift her tail and shit her diaper. The retard pants quickly strained with the sheer amount of shit being pushed into it, bulging straight out behind her before beginning to sag low as waste slid and gathered at the bottom. Even across the room, Cleo could smell the diaper clearly: she could pinpoint a dirty diaper from distances that surprised even her.

The vixen was thrilled. She had another diaper to snoof after she got done licking horse cum off her face. Her joyful grin turned to a grimace when the collie suddenly shoved her paws into her diaper, pulling back up steaming mounds of shit.

Cleo's eyes flew wide open. She desperately sprang towards the collie, trying to prevent things from getting messier, but it was too late; the dumb dog shoved one pawful of shit in her toothless muzzle, while smearing poop on her breasts with the other.

The vixen groaned in frustration, holding back a disgusted gag as she did so. Why did her retards have to be so vile? Eating shit, smearing shit, digging around in their diapers? Hell, that was why the vixen was in a straitjacket! Such filth couldn't be tolerated, even allowing for their non-existent concepts of self control. Next chance she got she would have to demand locking diaper covers. Again. Now she was going to have to go get the cleaning supplies and... and...

Cleo frowned as she felt her mind begin to clear. She was going to get cleaning supplies to... to do what?

And then, without warning, a powerful force seized her body, sending her falling to the ground wracked with shakes and twitching. Her retards looked on unconcerned, the border collie idly snacking on her shit and smacking a paw against her diaper. Then, as quickly as it came over her, the shakes left and Cleo sat up, feeling vaguely confused as to what was going on. She looked around for context clues.

Todd had just made stickies, but it was all over her face and tits, so... she looked over at the collie.

Ah! The border collie was eating on her own shit from her retard diapers and playing with it, which was... which was good. Though the school had rules against it, Cleo had always believed in letting the tards have as much fun as they wanted, no matter what it was, and if it meant eating shit and smearing it, she wasn't one to judge. She even took the vixen's straitjacket off every morning; the school could try to stop the retard, but Cleo would do her best to let shit eaters be themselves.

Sighing to clear her head, Cleo looked around once more. The lioness was drooling on herself mindlessly, and though she didn't seem to be aware, Cleo could tell she was about to poop her diaper. Sure enough, just moments after she made the observation, the lioness groaned and began to unload. Her tail lifted and shit crackled in, packing into the back and bulging it out. Soon the surface of the white plastic turned brown, and it grew lumpy as more and more was forced into such a small space. Cleo was already squirming with arousal at the sight, and once the smell hit her, she let out an involuntary moan.

She looked away, shivering with arousal, only to see the dragon begin to shit his diapers as well. He lifted his ass high into the air, and as the shit coiled in the diaper began to sag and bloat, straining to hold the sheer weight of his shit. Dragon shit was notoriously dense, and she knew that even though it seemed like a regular sized load, there was more shit in there than most tards could produce in days. The feeling of the clay-like shit pressing against his prostate obviously aroused the dragon, and his cock tented the front of his diaper.

Cleo found herself drooling at the thought of sucking another tard cock, thoughts of the dragon's cum making her squirm, and this time she didn't even wipe the saliva away.

The dragon was even being helpful and sucking on Todd's quickly stiffening cock; although Todd's fur was still sticky from his last climax, the horse seemed appreciative of the dragon's assistance. He let out grunts of approval as he slobbered on himself, reaching over to slap the dragon's dirty diapered rump and listen to the smushing sound it made.

All was right with her classroom, and it was tempting to just sit back and watch them fill their diapers and laugh with retarded glee. Truthfully, it turned Cleo on something fierce. On a normal day, she might have let the little break extend on longer so she could rub one out with the help of the retarded vixen's poopy diaper planted squarely on her snoot. However, she knew Dr. Castrgard was watching, which meant it was time to get back to teaching the cla-

Another bout of shakes seized her body, though they were much less intense this time. Her mind cleared and she snapped out of it, frowning. What was she going to do? She looked at Lynch, then the clock, and suddenly she remembered.

Observation time!

This was her favorite time of day. Every day throughout the class period, the school gave her time to simply sit and observe the retards, taking notes and looking for any sign of progress whatsoever. Now, Cleo did take notes... but she wasn't hoping for any improvement. Any change to her little army of tards would have made her worry that one day they might get better, and then she'd lose them! She was especially afraid of losing Todd, who had her favorite cock in the whole world, and whose especially rank horse diapers would make her squirm with every snoof she gave them. Her second favorite, she decided after some thought, would have to be the vixen. She could watch tard drooling tard poop diapers all day long.

Speaking of poopy diapers, Cleo shot a quick glance at the dragon to see how he was coming along, only to find he was still actively and happily filling his pamps, straining the tapes as he did so. She wriggled a bit as she sat, licking her lips at the sight. She couldn't resist a little sniff at the air. She was happy to find that it was as smelly as ever.

Cleo wasn't the type of person to shirk her teaching duties. However, she constantly would sabotage any educational progress by encouraging them to fill their diapers on her face. Dr. Lynch had told her not to change anything about her routine. Judging by the sound of his furious scribbling, she was on the right track. The hyena must have been fascinated.

"Alright tards, who has the messiest diapers?" she asked. Todd got on all fours, lifting his bare equine ass in the air. His cock hung half-hard below him, soaked with the dragon's drool.

"Silly horsie," Cleo giggled as she approached, "you don't have a diaper on at all! I just changed you, how could you have the messiest?" Unable to understand his teacher's teasings, Todd continued to wriggle his ass in the air. "Duhh...Poopy!" he exclaimed happily. "Poopy big diaper!"

Cleo chuckled and shook her head, grabbing a nearby clean diaper and securing it onto him gently. Three sturdy tapes to a side, thick bulky padding so massive Todd couldn't put his legs together. Perfect.

"Well, now at least you have a diaper!" she said.

Almost immediately the horse's eyes rolled back and his mouth grew slack. A single strand of drool spilled from his lips, and as soon as his tail lifted, a load of horse apples began to fill his pants yet again.

"Really, Todd!" Cleo said with a grin, unable to stop her fluffy tail from wagging. "Going to shit yourself again already?"

She buried her long, vulpine nose in the brown bulge and began to huff. It started out with small sniffs, but before long she was taking deep, deep breath sand shuddering after each one, moaning like one of her retards. .

"T-There's, there's a good horsie!" she encouraged him. "Good horsies fill their diapers, good horse! I-I, oh fuck!" She broke off a moment as she plunged her paw deep into her panties, plunging her fingers into her dripping cunt. There was no hesitation because of Lynch's presence. If sucking cock and huffing shitty diapers was fine, how much worse could masturbating while she did it be?

She kept with Todd as long as he filled his diaper, and by the time he finished, his brand new diaper was packed to the brim. It was, if anything, more messy than the diaper she'd just changed, and by the time she pulled her muzzle away she was damn near dizzy on the strong stench. Cleo looked around desperately for another diaper to snoof. She was like an addict, and she needed her high.

Royce dog quickly provided her the dirty diaper fix she craved: Doc was humping the ground, arching his ass in the air as he began to let out muffled bursts of flatulence. . Cleo crawled over, leaving pre-soaked pawprints as she did, and buried her face in his ass. Her face felt the radiant heat as the drooling dog shit his diaper, and she followed the warmth down into the bottom of his retard pants, where it gathered until his diapers sagged with the strain. Soon the retarded dog's diaperseat grew discolored and brown, warm and lumpy with shit. The vixen started to kiss it shamelessly, taking off her clothes and running her tongue over the smooth plastic backing.

Now nude, the vixen teacher turned tard lover and snoofed the diaper as deeply as she could, moaning after each snoutful made her brain nice and fuzzy. Here she was, panties discarded , pussy dripping, breasts exposed and nipples erect, huffing shit-filled adult diapers like her life depended on it, and she couldn't be happier. The dog whined happily and rolled over onto his back, wiggling his hips to enjoy the simple pleasure of a shitty diaper. Without missing a beat, Cleo crawled up his body and began to grind her bare pussy against his cock bulge, nearly orgasming on the texture of clay-like shit pressing against her beneath the plastic retard pants.

"S-Such, such a good boy," she panted as she dry humped him. The dog whined in pleasure, his cock spasming at the erotic sensation. She pressed his lips against hers, pushing her tongue deep inside his mouth in an attempt at a kiss. He was too stupid to realize what was going on. He simply started gumming at her vulpine muzzle, slathering it in slimy drool and getting it all over his own chest. The feeling of his toothless gums against her tongue nearly drove her wild.

As a reward for being good, Cleo didn't hesitate to plunge her paw down into his diaper and wrap her fingers around his cock, using his shit as lube to jerk him off. Doc whimpered and moaned in pleasure, and it wasn't long before he let out a triumphant howl, thrusting into her fist and spraying the inside of his diaper with thick, warm doggy cum.

Grinning, Cleo brought up a pawful of shit and examined it. It was her favorite texture, thick and easily malleable, and it was mixed with thick dog semen. She bit her lip, considering her next move for a moment, but then smacked the shit and cum against her chest. The texture drew a moan out of her, making her squirm, and she began to smear it into her breasts, making sure to work the mixture deep into her fur. She couldn't help but giggle at the warm sensation, and reached down into Doc's diaper to scoop out another pawful of thick cum and warm shit.

A deep, long gurgling in her tummy jerked her out of her lust-filled mindset, however, and after a few moments of thinking, she realized that she needed to go to the bathroom.

"Oh, uh, Dr. Castrgard?" she said, standing up. "I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back." She began to reach for her clothes - even with how disgusting she now was, she was well aware that no one would take kindly to her striding through the halls covered in shit and bare-ass naked as well. "My tards, er, my students will be fine being alone for a moment, but in case they aren't, could yo... you... could you... cuhh... urrr...."

Her face went blank as her mind did, stretching out the last syllable she struggled to pronounce. Then the shakes wracked her body, sending her panties flying from her hand onto the ground. This lasted a few moments, and when she was finished with them, she stared out into space a moment before coming to. Lynch stared dispassionately, scribbling something down on his clipboard as if this was all normal.

Cleo frowned. What was she doing?

The gurgle in her belly reminded her. She was going to... going to fill up her diaper, of course! It was poopy time, so what else would she do? The vixen looked down to see her diaper clinging to her groin, just as insanely thick as the medical ones the retards wore, but with nicer patterns and less tapes. After all, even though her parents never potty trained her, she wasn't a drooling tard. She could change herself and wear the nicer adult diapers.

In the end, though, she was a proud diaper filler. She appreciated that none of the retards judged her for shitting her pants. That was one of the reasons she took the job in the first place, aside from having quick access to retard cocks to suck and retard diapers to snoof.

The fact that Lynch was there should have complicated things, but Cleo found she didn't mind the doctor's presence. After all, she should just act normal, and this was normal! So Cleo closed her eyes, lifted her tail, moaned a bit, and began to push. Shit crackled out of her hole and plopped into the back of her diaper, rolling down the fabric and settling at the bottom. She didn't produce nearly as much as the retards did, but she still got a respectable lumpy bulge going, and by the end it swayed heavily between her legs and squished quite nicely. Cleo smacked her own diapered ass a few times, enjoying the mushy sounds it made. Her tail wagged at the feeling of warm pasty filth smushed up against her rear.

But, all things had to come to an end, and she knew full well that having a diaper this full would only be distracting for her once she began to teach again. She started back towards her desk to grab the changing supplies she kept there, swaying her ass back and forth a bit to feel a bit more of the poopy weight tug against her hips. Lynch frowned a bit and scribbled something in his clipboard.

Immediately the shaking took over her body again, and she fell to her knees. This time they only stayed for a mere moment, and she recovered herself rather quickly. It took a second for her mind to boot back up, and when it did, she chuckled to herself.

Her? Change herself? Try as she might, she never learned how to change her own diaper. She usually had the teacher's aide do it, but he was fired, so she'd been asking the nurse . On the other hand, Dr. Castrgard was right there, and he had plenty of experience changing diapers, right?

"Hey, Dr. Castrgard?" she asked, standing up. "Could you change my diaper?"

Lynch frowned at her request as she made it, and scribbled something in his clipboard. As soon as he finished, another seizure gripped her body, and when she recovered, her outlook had changed yet again. Around her hips a fresh medical grade diaper had popped into reality, while in her hands, her nicely decorated adult diapers appeared. She held it against her nose and huffed, shivering a bit.

"Thank you, Dr. Lynch!" she said. Dr. Lynch smiled politely.

"Silly me," she said to herself, "Why would I keep wearing these fancy adult diapers ? I hate spending all that money, and I can poop as many of these institutional diapers as I please." As if to prove it to herself, she squatted down and grunted, pushing another round of shit into her new diapers. The pamps strained, the clinical pattern quickly turning browner, and at this point she realized she'd put out enough shit to rival the other vixen . This made her happy, and she smiled as she waddled back to the board.

"Well, back to teaching time, all you tards!" She called out happily, picking up a piece of chalk. "We're going to... g-gonna.... Gonnnaaa...."

This time, there was no reset after the spasms stopped. There was no gradual acceptance of her new reality, no return of intelligence to her eyes. She simply stood there, wobbling on her feet for a few moments before falling on her diapered ass with a loud squelch.

Cleo blinked and looked down at the chalk in her hand. She didn't think that it was time to teach, she didn't think about her retarded students, she didn't think at all. She just stuck it in her mouth and began to eat, babbling to herself as she chewed up the writing utensil for fun.

After all, she's not a teacher, not anymore. If her memory went back more than a few hours, she would have remembered once teaching in front of this very class, being one of the most intelligent members of the board, she'd have remembered the accident that stole her intelligence away for good. But she couldn't. All she could remember was that her diaper was full of poopy, and that was good.

She slowly smiled, her gums bare of teeth. They took them out after she kept biting her handlers. "Po.... poooopy...." she mumbled to herself. Then, still wearing that empty smile proudly, she crawled back to join all the other retards. Lynch observed from the corner, a wide grin on his face. He stood up, strolling over to the group and shaking his head.

"Oh, poor little Cleo... how far you've fallen. Just this morning you were one of the brightest minds in the state, and now here you are, naked except for a terrycloth bib and a diaper." Cleo didn't even react to him speaking, but that was about what he'd expected. "Course... you don't care, because you never really were the brightest mind in the state in this timeline, were you? Just as you were getting started, you had that accident, and you've been here ever since, happily filling your diapers and eating the most shit out of any tard." The jackal paused a moment, then grinned. "So... I guess you were still the best at something... you're the biggest retard here, aren't you? Filling the most diapers, eating the most shit, and drooling the most slobber."

All through his little speech, Cleo simply drooled on herself and slapped her paw against the front of her thick diaper, listening to the noises the plastic made. With her new mindset, she could spend hours entranced by her own diapers.. There were some slight alterations to her reality once he'd said she was the biggest tard there, but she didn't seize or blank out this time. The change was too minor.

Lynch chuckled at himself and shook his head, heading back to his chair and gathering his things. "I guess I'm just saying these things for myself, aren't I? Well, it's not like I don't do it everywhere I go. Shilva is in a mental institution somewhere, Adam in special ed masturbating and eating shit out of his diapers... the list could go on. But, hey." He paused as he bent down to grab his special pen off the ground. "It's not like anyone will judge me for talking to myself, would they? Especially not someone like you, a drooling, diaper filling retard." Lynch shot Cleo a shit-eating grin, but it was lost on her.

He sighed, shaking his head. "Anyways... I'll leave you to your new life. Don't worry, I won't leave you alone -- ten, fifteen minutes from now, your new teachers will walk in. But until then, go ahead and have a little filthy fun." He snapped his fingers, instantly changing her filthy diaper and replacing it with a fresh one. A little parting gift.

And with that, he left through the door and never looked back. No one seemed to notice him as he strode through the halls. It was as if he wasn't there.

Back in the classroom, Cleo the retarded vixen hadn't paid any attention to his monologue. She'd been playing with her friends, alternating between cuddling them and gumming at them, and they'd been gumming at her in turn. Her fur was matted in places from the drool off the other tards, but by far the wettest part of her was her chin and the cloth bib itself. She seemed to produce an insane amount of slobber, and it spilled over her lips nearly constantly, splashing her jaw and bib. None of the others even came close: they might look like that by the end of the day, if the teachers didn't do their job and wipe them off, but by that time Cleo would have drool dribbled over her breasts and down onto her tummy , and she'd be leaving a little trail of saliva behind her.

This cuddling was good enough for a short while, but after some time, Cleo got a familiar urge. Though her mind was drained away entirely, she still had a deep seated need to huff dirty diapers. It was a remnant of her past life, and one that fit in quite nicely with where she was now, a permenantly retarded diaper girl. But, looking around, she saw that all of the other diapers were completely clean! The horse, the dog, and even the vixen were clad in pearly white medical grade retard pants, and there was nothing for her to snoof!

Fortunately for her, the other retards couldn't keep their diapers clean for long. They loved Cleo now; she even made the diapered lioness happily drooling on herself and staring off into space look smart. The dog, the horse, the dragon, the other vixen, the border collie, and even the lioness crawled over to the needy vixen and presented their retard pants , making it so that their pristine white diaper seats were inches away from Cleo's face.

Then, each of the tards began to strain, a chorus of muffled wet farts bursting right beside Cleo's smiling face, which was quickly followed by the wonderful crackling sound of shit coiling into diapers. The backsides of their retard pants all began to bloat at the same time, the shit bulging out and turning the plastic brown before rolling to the bottom and sagging the diapers down. Cleo squealed in happiness as all seven adult diapers began to swell and sag under the weight of their loads. She let loose a cry of delight as she lay down upon her back and let herself be overwhelmed with dirty diapers. She buried her nose in between them all and took in a deep snootful of nasty, brain-hazing stench.

The pleasure was immediate, and before long she was so horny that her diaper's crotch was beginning to swell with her juices. The class began to grind their filthy diaper seats on her face, and for a few good, long minutes, all of Cleo's world was the feeling of her paws against her pussy and warm, smelly diapers all pressed against her muzzle. She slurped at the plastic surface in ecstacy, alternating between huffing the shit-filled retard pants and kissing them. There was no better experience in life for her now. She would never teach again, and she would have gladly traded all the recommendations in the world for a single dirty diaper. Cleo finally masturbated to climax and came in her diapers, her muffled moans and squeals barely making it out through the gathering of tards.

Smelling Cleo's cum, the pack of tards let her gorge her nose on their stinking diapers for a short while longer before beginning to crawl away, breaking off into smaller groups to cuddle. Doc the dog and Kiara the lioness, however, were a bit more worked up. Kiara was trying desperately to get to Doc's cock, addicted to sucking it after the one time the teachers had left his diaper open long enough for her to get to it. She couldn't figure out the tapes, however, and had to settle for slurping at the cock through the plastic surface of his dirty diaper. He let out a moan with each lick, twitching in pleasure: even the vague sensation that Kiara could manage was more than what he usually got. The dog was right at the blink of climax when the lioness lifted her diapered ass in the air and unloaded some more into her diaper: the sound and smell finally sent him over the edge, and he dissolved into moans and whimpering as he came heavily into his diaper.

Cleo herself basked in the afterglow for a while, holding onto that one last deep snootful of stinky diaper air for as long as she could before letting it out. Then she simply laid there a while, drooling a puddle onto the floor.

She felt a familiar gurgle in her tummy. Her tail lifted over her thick, bulky padded rear. The nice black jackal doggy had given her a diaper change. She wouldn't let it go to waste!

The vixen rose up onto her knees, tail wagging in joy. She started to push , grunting and drooling copiously over her breasts, tongue lolling out. After a few moments, dense shit crackled into her diaperseat, bulging it out before rolling down to the bottom, the weight forcing the plastic retard pants to sag lower and lower. Once the shit began, it didn't stop, and more and more piled into her diapers. It pushed up her front, coating her nethers in retard vixen shit, and before long the protective undergarment she wore was entirely packed. All six tapes strained to hold back her filthy deed. Shit threatened to push out the leak guards and waistband. The entire classroom was overwhelmed with the horrid stench. She truly was the best diaper filler they had at the school.

Cleo felt nearly empty, but felt there was at least a little bit left in her. She grunted and strained, panting and whining as she willed herself to shit even more into her diapers, and finally she felt it turtling out of her asshole. "Aguh! Blah guh bah! I poopoo girl!" she yelled, and with a wet plop, the turd pushed into her diaper to join the rest of her waste, stretching the tapes to their limits.

Just as she was putting the finishing touches on her latest stinky masterpiece, her two teachers walked in, male and female wolves named Royce and Harriet.

Harriet gagged in disgust as she took her seat, holding her nose the best she could.

"Jesus!" she said, "why does she have to stink so damn much?"

Royce seemed less annoyed, walking up to the chalkboard and picking drooled-on pieces off the ground. "Well, she used to be smart," he replied, "so it stands to reason that she'd have the stinkiest shits."

Harriet gave him a look. "...no. No it wouldn't. Royce shrugged, rolling the chalk between his two paws to dry it.

The two wolves observed the classroom a moment. Most tards were drooly to one degree or another, and every single one of them desperately needed a change, Cleo especially. They exchanged a glance: it was going to be one hell of a day.

"It really is too bad about Cleo, though," said Harriet.

Royce nodded. "We graduated together. She was the top of my class, and once she got here, she really was going places."

Harriet nodded. "She'd sent her first paper out just before the accident, got a lot of good criticism. I read it, myself. Lots of good ideas. Must be hard to be so dumb after being so intelligent."

"Yeah... but, I'm sure she's happier this way," Royce said.

Harriet shot him another look. Royce grinned. "Rumor has it she sucked off her male students all the time, almost more than she taught them. Loved wearing their cum around and filling her belly, rarely ate anything else."

She blanched and glared at Cleo with judging eyes. "Maybe it's better she turned out like this. Better the wider community didn't find out what a perv she was."

"Oh, you think that's bad? There's a video somewhere of her changing diapers. She would bury her face in them and snoof them before changing, and sometimes she'd clean shit off of tard cock with her tongue. She loved filling her own diapers, too. She tried hiding it, but we all knew she wore... and we could smell that she used."

After a while, Royce shook his head and started in on organizing the day's lessons. "Well... at least now she can snoof diapers, shit herself, and suck cock as much as she wants."

Harriet sighed, looking off in the distance. "Yeah... isn't she lucky?"

He blinked and glanced sharply at his partner. "What was that?"

Harriet turned a deep red. "N-Nothing!"