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"We certainly appreciate your assistance. State funding only goes so far and our facility couldn't operate without volunteers like yourself," the director had told him. "I do fear scaring you off with this next remark, though, but I'd be remiss if I didn't properly caution you."

The fox's proud smile faltered slightly as his ears perked up with concern. Jamie leaned in attentively.

"The detention center you'll be working in is home to anthros whose infractions are of, shall we say, a sexual nature. And niche ones at that," the aging goat continued. "You seem young and capable, so I doubt they will give you much trouble as long as you keep your wits about you. But please, do be careful. The patients can be quite devious when they want to be."

The vulpine had brushed off the warning. An asylum for the criminally insane would have excellent security, so it wasn't like he would be in any real danger. From what he understood, the most volatile inmates were heavily restrained at all hours. The volunteer opportunity would be an easy way to both lend a paw to a stressed system and fill out his resume with a public service.

Upon arriving for his first day, Jamie was outfitted with a medical coat and clip-on ID badge. He threw them on over his clothes before setting about his assigned duties. It was mundane, unskilled work; cleaning up, handing out snacks to the small number of inmates that were trusted enough to not be sequestered away, and the distasteful task of changing the diapers of patients kept in straitjackets or confined to beds with five-point bindings. The final chore surprised him at first, but it made sense that padding was an ideal solution to not having to unshackled dangerous prisoners several times a day to use the restroom.

The canid was directed to always to flip off the switch that was outside each room he entered before going in, and to make sure he turned it back on when he left. The control was simply labeled "speakers" but he wasn't informed what played through them. He was merely given explicit instructions that the track was for patients' ears only. He assumed it was something psychologically calming, but didn't know for sure and didn't really care. He did as advised and never heard a note.

One inmate whose diaper he was assigned to change, a rat with smokey gray fur, made Jamie mildly uncomfortable with a lewd glare. The fox knew he was generally considered attractive. Still in his early twenties, he was of average height with a lithe frame. His dense, rust-colored coat was painstakingly kept soft and sleek via routine thorough brushings. His nose was a speck of charcoal in the swath of plush, snowy fur that ran down from his muzzle to disappear beneath his shirt and matched the dipstick tip of his bottlebrush tail.

The rodent eyed him with open lust. His mouth was held tightly shut with a strip of gauze wrapping. It seemed intended to keep him from biting more than anything else, because he certainly looked like could still talk through his teeth if need be. He was sitting on one of two beds in a sparsely furnished room (the other empty, and his clipboard didn't list him as currently having a roommate). Silent speakers were plainly visible in each of the ceiling's corners. The prisoner wore nothing but a tightly buckled straitjacket and an obviously sodden diaper kept from sagging off his waist only by the restraint's crotch strap.

"All right, lay back and let's get you changed. I don't want to do this anymore that you do," Jamie said casually.

"It's fun. You should try it sometime," the murine answered as he complied.

"I think I'll pass. Better you than me."

He enjoyed a bit of piss-play with his lovers, including kinky games like holding his bladder to the point he couldn't anymore, but despite having a couple of partners bring them up as an option, padding had always been a hard pass for the vulpine.

He laid out the replacement diaper on the bed and stared for a moment at the many buckles and latches on the restraints. He had been given minimal training and the only employee he had actually met besides the director who brought him on board was the receptionist who given him proper attire, a brief tour of the building, and his assignments for the day. He had been given no tutorial on how he was to accomplish his job, so he awkwardly fiddled with the many buckles for a couple of minutes. He ended up loosening a couple of the wrong straps before finally succeeding in undoing the crotch.

Jamie undid the tapes and pulled the disposable garment away, exposing the rat's damp sheath and heavy, fuzzy sac. The potent scent of stale rodent piss suffused the air. The patient's naked maleness throbbed and swelled slightly, and his hairless tail lashed this way and that. The fox held the used diaper distastefully at arm's length as he deposited into a nearby bin. When he returned, he hoisted the rat's legs by the ankles to slide the clean protection beneath his rump. Not being a particularly muscular fur, it was surprisingly hard work moving a fully grown anthro around to snugly fasten a new diaper about his waist, especially while the inmate uttered vulgar remarks and wriggled his hips suggestively.

Eventually the task was complete and the canid struggled again with the clasps on the straitjacket before finally succeeding on rebinding the patient.

"Thanks for the change. See you later," his charge commented lavisciously with a wink. Jamie could see his reflection in the shimmering pool of blackness that was the murine's eye. The certitude with which he made the comment unnerved him a bit.

The volunteer continued with his duties, and finally after a few hours it was time for a break. Jamie had been informed that one of the unused patient rooms doubled as a break-room. It was better furnished, with both vending machines and couch, but otherwise pretty basic. Exhausted from the surprising level of physical labor that went into the job, he tossed his work-coat aside and sat on the couch to rest his eyes.

The canid was asleep before the speakers switched on.

Not even aware that he had dozed off, the fox awoke with a start at the sound of an alarm a couple of hours later. He groggily looked around but didn't see his coat or badge. The door to the break-room that he thought he had shut hung slightly ajar too. He was too muddled and confused to really care about either until he was sure he was safe, though. Some unexpected commotion outside caught his attention.

Jamie cautiously went to investigate. He opened the door more fully to see a tiger with a strong build dressed as an employee hurrying down the hallway toward him. He checked each knob as he went to ensure the doors were latched. He had an ID badge identifying him as "Ajit," an orderly. He paused and scowled at the confused vulpine.

"Who are you?" Ajit demanded. "What's your patient number?"

"Patient number? No, no! I'm not an inmate. I'm a volunteer. I just started today."

"I wasn't given any record of a newbie on staff. Where's your badge?"

"I...I lost it. I was just taking a break and-"

At that instant, another anthro came rushing around the corner. It was the dark-furred rat patient from earlier, though now he was dressed in an ill-fitting set of scrubs with a medical jacket thrown on over them. His straitjacket was nowhere in sight. It was a surreal experience to see a dangerous prisoner on the loose, illuminated by flashing lights with a siren blaring around them.

"He's a patient though! I was working with him earlier in room 126!" The vulpine pointed out, "And is that my lab coat?"

"Oh no- I'm an employee," the rodent turned to face Ajit. "This fox here is one of the new inmates that arrived last night. Slipped right out of his jacket. A volunteer must not have rebuckled the straps properly."

126 shot Jamie a telling grin, while the feline's brow knitted together skeptically as he glanced back and forth between the two other anthros.

"He's lying. I don't belong here-"

"Quiet, both of you. I know how to sort this out. Raindrop!" He exclaimed suddenly.

There was a pair of hissing noises and Jamie cast about to see where they came from. The rat's pants started to grow visibly dark and wet with urine as he relieved himself. Piss pooled around his paws on the floor. The fox felt a strange sensation come over him too. His groin suddenly felt warm and moist. He looked down to see his trousers covered in a massive, growing damp patch of their own. A faint yellow piss puddle dribbled from his pant leg.

He was no stranger to wetting himself, but this was a far cry from his love of omorashi. Baffled, he peered down at his crotch in disbelief.

The cat roughly grabbed each of the other two furs with a firm grip of his paws. His claws dung into Jamie's upper arm. The canid tried to stammer, bewildered at what had just happened, but in his shock his voice was failing him.

"So you are both inmates here. Thought you'd play a little game and try to get out?"

"Alright, I admit it," the escapee said guiltily. "I'm a patient. He was brought here late last night and they put him in my room until could be processed. He doesn't have a patient number yet. We tried to break out together."

"Thought as much. Let's get you both cleaned up and changed, and get you back to your room. And don't you lie to me again, fox," the employee ordered. He let go of Jamie momentarily to pull out a handset and radio another employee. "Kill the alarm. I caught the runaways. I need assistance to take care of 126 while I handle the other, though."

"But I'm not- I didn't- I don't know-" the fox sputtered futilely as he was guided down the hall.

"The speakers in the rooms play a track that hypnotizes you into wetting yourself when you hear the trigger word. The staff use it as a quick way to tell who's an escaped inmate and who's not. They're only authorized to use it in that context though," the rodent explained with a mischievous smirk.

While he had slept, soothing tones entertwined with potent subliminal messages that had wormed their way into the vulpine's psyche. He was unsettled with how quickly the reprogramming had affected him.

126 was returned and locked into his room to await an orderly to take charge of him, but Jamie was hauled down to a large, open shower area.

Ajit stripped the fox of his damp clothes with practiced efficiency, discarding them unceremoniously in a pile in a nearby laundry bin. His hapless captive flushed with embarrassment as the handsome tiger peeled away his damp, gray boxer-briefs, then shackled him nude with his arms above his head and chained him standing upright. The canid glanced down to see that his pelvic fur was no longer pristinely white, but stained a pale yellow with his own piss. The feline orderly seemed immune to Jamie's protests as he worked. Despite his predicament, the vulpine felt his maleness tingle with arousal at the sensation of being disrobed and bound. His member stirred within its fuzzy confines and to his chagrin, the crimson, spade-shaped tip of his length entreated free of his sheath.

The cat eyed his prisoner up and down. An interested smile played at his muzzle.

"You're liking this aren't you?" He asked, amused. "Tell you what, fox: if you promise to behave I might be convinced to give you a little relief. I know those straitjackets can really drive some furs crazy when they can't touch themselves, if you'll pardon the expression."

Ajit strode over and gently ran his paw-pads across Jamie's trembling torso. His claws combed through his soft fur, slowly trailing toward his groin. The trapped anthro had to admit that found the tiger incredibly alluring with his sparkling emerald eyes and athletic physique. He assumed he would get this whole mess cleared up soon, so what was the harm in having a bit of fun to ease his nerves in the meantime? He nodded, scenting the subtle but intoxicating aroma of the feline's arousal.

"Good choice," the nurse answered as he teasingly rolled the fox's testicles in his paw while he massaged Jamie's sheath with his thumb. He squeezed ever so gently. "I just might play with these later."

The fox panted with excitement as he watched the tiger sensually lick his lips before reaching to turn on the shower above Jamie, drenching the vulpine in cold water. The shower was a brief one, scarcely more than a rinse, but enough to leave the anthro shivering.

"See that wasn't so bad. Let's get you dried off and back to your room," Ajit stated, as he started toweling off the bound fur.

Jamie, teeth chattering from the icy deluge, collected his wits and waited as he was rubbed down until the tiger was drying his groin and ass.

"Look. This is a misunderstanding. I don't belong here," he said as calmly as he could.

"Sure, you don't," his captor responded with a patronizing wink.

"My name is Jamie. I'm a volunteer here and today was my first day. I don't know where my badge went, but I'm sure there are security cameras and paperwork that will prove I'm not a patient...look- Why don't I do something for you, and in return you simply have someone in charge look into it?" He offered flexing his thighs and flicking his tail provocatively.

The tiger was silent for a moment as he continued to work, letting his cloth covered finger swirl ever closer to the fox's hole.

"...deal."

Ajit slackened the chains that held the fox upright while placing a paw on Jamie's shoulder and gently forcing him down to his knees on the wet tile floor. He undid his belt and pants and stepped in front of the canid as he shoved them halfway down his tone thighs. His vibrant red briefs with white elastic and piping hugged every contour of his prominent sheath, which had clearly plumped in anticipation. The feline shoved his thumb into the waistband and hooked it behind his hefty sac. His heavy orbs promised a mouthful. The coral length slowly slid free. Inch after inch of thick, barbed hardness unveiled itself. Watery pre beaded at the tip of his girthy erection before trickling down the underside. The cat thrust forward his hips until his shaft was right in front of the naked anthro's muzzle.

Jamie smiled seductively as leaned forward and nuzzled the orderly's impressive genitals, deeply inhaling his scent. He kissed the base, then rolled his tongue across the thrumming rod, feeling spur along his maleness as he tasted the salty emissions that leaked from it. Ajit sighed and grunted in satisfaction. Finally, after teasing the sexy tiger for a moment longer, he parted his maw and let the penis glide between his lips. The fox was no stranger to sucking cock and engaged in his end of the deal with great enthusiasm, using every technique he knew to pleasure the feline.

Ajit shuddered and huffed, bucking his hips forward at random intervals. Every so often a soft moan escaped his throat as the prisoner worked his magic.

The canid eagerly swallowed each splash of pre that erupted across his tongue. He folded his ears back and swished his tail this way and that as he bobbed, suckled, and licked, doing all he could without the use of his paws. His shoulders grew sore from being bound and his own phallus ached for release. He was scarcely two minutes into his efforts when he felt his swollen knot pop free and liberally squirt pre.

Eventually he felt Ajit draw close. The cat's claws dug into his shoulders as the tiger started thrusting his hips forward erratically, fucking the vulpine's greedy maw with wild abandon. Without further warning, he tensed and came. A torrent of cum pumped into the fox's throat in several pearlescent ropes. Jamie swallowed every drop of tiger seed he could, though some was left dripping from his chin when Ajit pulled his softening member away.

"I don't have access to the security feed nor confidential paperwork. The director isn't in again until after the weekend. I promise I'll tell him what you told me to see if there is any truth to it, but you'll have to hold out being treated like a patient here for a couple of days," the employee informed him, chest heaving, after he had tucked his spent length back into his underwear and he refastened his slacks.

Jamie's spirit suddenly fell. Trapped as an inmate in an understaffed asylum full of sexually obsessed criminals for two days!? His began to hammer in his chest and his erection immediately faltered.

"Think you can handle that?" Ajit probed.

"Do I have a choice?" Jamie ventured.

The tiger shook his head. "Let's get you your straitjacket."

The fox protested weakly once more but failed to make an impact. He was fitted with restraints from a supply closet nearby and as the straps were tightened to force him to hug himself. He felt defenseless. Vulnerable. The orderly guided him to a bench and backed him onto it. The cold steel against his rump made him shiver.

"Lay back so I can get your diaper on you," the orderly directed casually.

"What? No! I don't belong here. I'm only staying this calm about this whole ordeal so I can get out of here on Monday. I'm not dangerous. I don't need a straitjacket and I certainly don't need diapers!"

"I found you in the high security wing. You can go along with it, or I can make you go along with it," Ajit threatened. "It might be humiliating, but in case you are lying to me I can't just put you in a common room with access to everyone else." The cat explained resolutely, pressing his red-furred captive back against the table.

Jamie blushed furiously as a diaper was placed beneath him. He was so humiliated he couldn't even meet the tiger's gaze as it happened. While the padding was taped tightly into place it felt even thicker than it looked. When he was at last allowed to stand again, the voluminous protection and groin strap on the straitjacket that secured it caused him to waddle a bit instead of walking normally. It rustled loudly as he walked. The volunteer's ears and tails drooped with shame at being in such a state, especially in the company of the attractive tiger.

"I'm not using this," he declared resolutely as he was taken back to the room with patient 126.

"That's what everyone always says. You can't last forever," the feline replied casually.

Jamie was an expert at holding his bladder. Years of playing omorashi games with his various lovers had prepared him. Two days was an excessively long time, but he was sure there would be a rare opportunity to relieve himself like an adult during it if he was patient and cunning enough to find it. If he greatly limited his water intake he just might make it.

126 winked at him as he toddled awkwardly into the room and was shown his bed. Once the tiger exited and locked the chamber with and ominous click, the speakers crackled to life. They started piping in a soft, ambient music track, beneath which was a humming drone full of words and phrases that even the vulpine's sensitive ears couldn't quite decipher.

There were several cups of water next to his bed. Each held a straw so he could drink without using his paws. Though he was thirsty, he knew that he couldn't swallow much if he intended to cling to his remaining shred of dignity and keep his diaper dry. Jamie took only the lightest of sips to rinse the residual cum from his mouth before laying back on his cot. He did his best to ignore the amused stare from his roommate. The rodent thankfully kept his trap shut. Worry rapidly shifted to boredom before he drifted off to sleep, hoping that he would have better luck persuading a different nurse or orderly the following day that he didn't belong there.

The next morning he awoke to the sound of tapes stretching across plastic and looked over to see the rat having his soggy diaper changed by a horse orderly with a chestnut coat and ebony mane. Jamie had managed to keep his own padding dry thus far, but after not having relieved himself since he was triggered with the hypnotically suggestion the previous day, his bladder aching for a morning piss. He ignored the pang along with his dry mouth.

The stallion- Razi, according to his ID- sauntered over to him and looked at his unused protection then over to the full glasses of water next to his cot.

"We can't have you going thirsty," he told the fox. The impish glint to his eye gave Jamie the distinct impression that he liked having new patients to break. "I want you to drink two of those glasses right now and another before breakfast or we will have to take measures to ensure you are properly hydrated."

The vulpine scowled in return and shook his head.

"Last chance."

The equine appeared excited at his defiance.

When Jamie didn't budge, Razi shrugged and left the room. He returned a moment later with a strange apparatus. It resembled a ball gag, but had a long tube that went into its center that was attached to an oversized funnel. The horse momentarily wrestled with the fox to get it locked securely into his muzzle. He then poured a large bottle of water into the funnel and placed it in a steel ring screwed into the wall. The water steadily trickled into the canid's mouth. The gag kept both his tongue from blocking the hole and the water from spilling out, leaving him with the choice of swallowing or drowning.

So he started drinking.

"We'll start with one liter for now and bring more every 60 to 90 minutes until we are satisfied that you are properly hydrated and that diaper is soaked," the stallion informed him smugly before exiting the room.

It was a long, slow process, but eventually Jamie drank the full volume. His fellow inmate sat silently on the edge of his own bed the whole time, kicking his foot-paws like an excited cub and staring at him with a teasing smile. By the time the orderly returned, the fox's bladder ached from how full it was, but with an iron will he had managed to not wet himself.

"Can I please just use the toilet?" He mumbled, barely coherent, through his gag.

"Certainly not. I know you are new here- you're not even on the door chart yet!- but the sooner you learn the way things are done, the easier things will go for you. Since you're still dry I'll give you more." The equine poured another liter into the funnel. "And I'll add a bit of inspiration on my way out."

Shortly after the door locked shut, the speakers crackled to life again. Only this time they played white noise of a rainshower. The constant pattering splashes were torture on the vulpine's need to go as he involuntarily gupled down more water. His legs trembled and bounced with need. If his paws were free, he'd have been grabbing at his crotch. It felt like at any instant he might burst, but his muscles held fast. Despite the absolute agony he retained control over his swollen bladder.

The orderly was accompanied by none other than Ajit on his next trip in. The stallion led 126 out of the room with a strong grip on the back of his straitjacket, leaving Jamie alone with the tiger.

"Razi tells me you've been disobedient this morning. You could just give in instead of wasting both of our time. The sooner you accept that this is how patients are kept, and there is nothing to be ashamed, of the sooner we can move on to other things in our day. It's just a bathroom arrangement, nothing more than that."

Jamie shook his head. He might be trapped for a few days, but he wouldn't give up his dignity.

The striped anthro sighed as he removed his charge's gag. "Well, it's time for your morning bath anyway. We can try again when we're done."

The vulpine was brought back to the showers. His jacket was removed and he shackled like before, wrists held immobile high above the tufts of his ears. Finally, his diaper was removed, rolled into a ball, and tossed into a nearby bin. He was showered again, this time both more thoroughly and more gently. The cat's paw-pads ran sensually through his wet fur, all the while he taunted by the constant drips and drops of water in the tiled room. Seeing the thick clouds of steam and running water into the drain, it struck the canid that this was his moment. As carefully as he could he released the pressure in his bladder and let his piss trickle out onto the shower floor. He was well hydrated by the forced drinking, so there was almost no telltale color, just the arduous task of not pissing so hard it clearly arced from the tip of his sheath. It was a long process, but Jamie managed to mostly empty himself over the course of being bathed.

Once Ajit had finished scrubbing him down he reached out and cupped the fox's testicles in his palms, rolling the orbs about with open interest.

"Want that relief I offered you yesterday?" The tiger asked with a cocked brow.

Jamie nodded, after having just spent many minutes naked in the gorgeous cat's presence (not to mention swallowing a mouthful of his seed the day before).

Ajit suddenly gave his balls a firm squeeze, causing the captive to yelp more out of surprise than pain. The sensation stifled his budding erection.

"Too bad you misbehaved this morning."

Jamie was towelled dry, diapered, restrained in his straitjacket, and returned to his accommodations once more. He was less cautious about drinking from the cups, now that had found his opportunity to relieve himself, but he was still careful to not overdo it, since he might not have another chance until the next morning. Some hours passed in boredom while his need to pee steadily built back up to uncomfortable levels. Eventually, Ajit and Razi returned with a series of spreader-bars, carabiner clips, padded ropes, and restraints in their arms.

"What's going on?" The canid asked nervously.

"I'm a tiger. You're clever about flaunting the rules, but did you really think I couldn't smell what you were doing in the shower?" Ajit responded, tapping his snoot.

Without another word, he started attaching the various restraints to both Jamie and his straitjacket until the fox was locked in a kneeling position on the floor with barely any room to squirm. The way he sat placed a great deal of stress on his pelvis and the inability to shake and wriggle out the urge to wet made the need that much greater. The ball gag was re-locked into his muzzle and horse poured a couple more liters of water into the funnel. He nudged just above the fox's padded crotch with his hoof, creating an extraordinary pressure and need to pee.

"Let's play a game: If you can keep your diaper dry for 3 hours like this we'll let you use the bathroom like normal. But I doubt you'll make it half of that," he said, smiling before leaving. "I'll make sure we'll bring some fresh protection to change you into when we get back."

If Jamie was being honest, despite his skill and his best efforts, he likely wouldn't make it twenty more minutes in that position. He continued to swallow and twitch and tremble. The sounds of water piped in through the speakers swelled and echoed. A couple of agonizing minutes later he had to admit to himself that he simply wasn't going to make it to the end of the weekend. Face burning in shame, he gave in and let a small splash of urine escape his sheath and moisten the front of his padding.

That splash quickly turned into a cascade of piss that he couldn't stop. Soon he was flooding his diaper and nearly moaning with relief. Glancing down, he could see the crinkly plastic darken and swell and sag with wetness. Warmth surrounded his crotch. The experience lasted an age and he felt his flow would never stop. The stream eventually weakened and tapered off, and his bladder twinged in relief. He was weak from the ordeal, and surprised by how much the diaper pressed against his inner thighs.

Just as he was finishing up humiliating himself by wetting his diaper, the door opened and the orderlies led his rat roommate back back in. Both stared at him and his yellowed crotch knowingly as his ears and tail drooped low. 126 cackled openly, while Razi laughed somewhat less and Ajit clearly was suppressing a chuckle.

"Ajit here told me you were a some effort to deal with yesterday, but that didn't seem too hard. Still you were resistant to standard procedure, so I'll have to spend the whole weekend training that out of you," the equine promised.