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West Hospital, Psychiatric Ward - 2.18.19 - 1:51 P.M.

"Poooopyyyy... Pooooopyyyy... Poooooopy diapewsh!"

Came the almost endless cooing sounds from Heather's drooly mouth, the saliva drizzling from her maw onto her bib, which was the only other article of clothing adorning her naked body besides her thick diapers.

The vixen was bound snuggly in a wheelchair, a new, cougar feline orderly pushing her down the hallway. An all too familiar pressure formed in the bottom of her stomach, and without a moment's thought the pressure was pushed down into the inside of her bottom.

Attempting to shift, but unable to due to the safety straps, the practically fully retarded vixen grunted and pushed, closing her drooly maw just for a small moment to close her eyes and exert as much effort as she could sitting directly down on her bottom.

Her butt still firmly pressing down against her thick diapers and wheelchair seat, the poop blubbered out of her bottom in loud, flatulent spasms as the poopy mess immediately pressed against her bottom, spreading throughout the diaper as the hiss of her pee caused the front of the diaper to swell up and press further against the straps.

The orderly, who had quickly decided that changing her charges multiple times a day was not something she was getting paid enough to do, promptly leaned down to coo in her charge's ear.

"Somebody made biiiig poopies in their diapers huh? Well little babies have to learn to sit in their messes sometimes."

Straightening up, she grinned to herself and muttered under her breath, "After all, you're too retarded to be able to ask anyway."

Opening her eyes once more, which were now slightly crossed, she panted letting more drool drip down onto her bib and spill over onto her exposed breasts as she pushed once more, a wet splattering, blorting noise erupting from her butt straight into the seat of her diapers.

"I go... poooopy! Wooo... booo poopy! Poopy diapersh... I wuv poopy..."

Heather wiggled around, not minding the restriction of her movement too much as she felt the hot poop caking her backside, safely contained in her thick, almost obnoxiously white diapers. She wiggled her behind, her tail raising up in the air as she sunk down fully into her poopy muck.

If it weren't for the diaper snuggly hugging her behind and containing the vast amounts of poop inside, she would have created a colossal mess.

A mixture of squelching, squishing, and crinkling accompanied Heather and her orderly as the cat nurse scanned her ID at a terminal before a large set of heavy looking doors swung open.

The interior of the day room was covered in a large, thickly carpeted area with a few orderlies and several dozen large, diapered, and heavily drooling patients.

Several drooling female cheetahs, a dozen vixens with very visibly poopy diapers, a few female canines ranging from poodles, to wolves, to huskies, to retrievers, to german shepards, and even a petite German Shepherd gal who was cheeks were bright and tongue lolling out as she pushed another round of poop into her already very poopy diaper.

A male dragon and rabbit as well as a few others were hidden amongst the various pooping and drooling patients, the fronts of their diapers tented distinctly. The rabbit crawled over to the German Shepherd, sticking his twitching nose unceremoniously into the sagging seat of the dog's diaper.

A small yip escaped from her mouth, as her jaw dropped once more, letting copious amounts of drool fall onto the carpet and her bib, which happily displayed a smiling puppy sitting in a white diaper on the front, drooling away just like its wearer.

The vast amount of poop in her diaper weighed down heavily, creating a distinct droop that the rabbit immediately stuck his muzzle into, his nose twitching madly as he breathed in her poopy scent.

The dragon followed similarly, crawling over with his own droopy seat to gently nudge himself into the same position as the rabbit next to him, admiring up close the mess that the German Shepherd had deposited in her diapers while she cooed dumbly, seemingly tickled by their attention.

"Biwg poopies... snoof my poopies! Diapew poopies... snooof!"

The rabbit laid himself down on his stomach, his hips began to grind against the soft carpet of the play area against his tall, tented diaper front. Little moans and gurgles of pleasure escaped his drooling lips as with a quiet whine he bucked his hips uncontrollably, cumming passionately straight into the front of his thoroughly pooped diapers.

The dragon had placed a hand on his own diaper front and was rubbing clumsily up and down, his muzzle still buried in the poopy behind the female canine as the rabbit gently slumped to the side, panting from the exhaustion of his climax.

The dragon suddenly released a loud, giggly gurgle, and a large line of drool pooled onto the front of his bib as he retracted his muzzle for a few seconds while his own hips bucked madly into the front of his diapers, thick amounts of cum being deposited into the waiting, absorbent diapers as several plopping and farting sounds could be heard from his butt as he simultaneously and helplessly pooped the back of his diapers.

The rabbit and the dragon flopped down, still fully tented and panting, as another female dragon took an interest in now pooped and stickied diaper around the rabbit's waist.

Several of the other patients were also sticking their snouts, muzzles, and noses into the sagging diapers of the other drooly patients, sniffing and whining and growling filled the air. The sounds joining the smell of poopy diapers which filled the air, along with the chorus of farts and blorps as the oversized diapered adults took turns helplessly pooping in their already poopy diapers.

A female dragoness, completely nude aside from a thick bulky dragon diaper firmly hugging her waist and spreading her legs, laid on her side and was idly playing with a large chew toy which seemed to serve no purpose other than to allow her to gum and drool all over it. A pool of her drool had missed her bib completely, and was beginning to grow larger underneath her cheek which lay down in the center of it.

Her eyes crossed slightly and for a moment, and her large tail inched its way up into an alert position, she let out a small giggle and a distinct grunt, following afters a large, heavy amount of dragon dung slid out of her bottom and straight into an obvious droop on the back of her thick, white dragon diapers.

Only a few minutes before had she been pushed onto her back while being changed from her previous diaper, which she had also taken only a few minutes to completely mess into.

Now the poopy diaper bulged and sagged, and she giggled out loud cooing as she reached a paw around to grasp pathetically at her newest poopy mess.

"Stinky... poopy... diaper poopy... hehehehe..."

In the corner a black, female feline sat in a large, white diaper. The back seat of said diaper obviously full of a large amount of poop as her jaw hung loose, eyes fixed on one of the television screens displaying a baby TV show as her oversized bib did its best to catch her constant stream of drool. The words, "Kitty Kat" were embroidered across the front of the soaked bib.

The staff obviously hadn't lost their sense of humor.

The orderly behaved as if the ridiculous display of utter retardation and regression wasn't happening in front of her, and matter-of-factly unstrapped the vixen from her wheelchair, strongly and confidently lifting her up by under her arm pits and setting her pooped diaper bottom on her hip with a distinct squelch.

She walked over to a group of two retrievers and the male dragon, who was currently muzzle deep in the poopy diaper of one of the doggies. The dragon himself was grunting and pushing yet another load of poop into his dragon diaper, bulging the seat with the weight of his mess. A throbbing tent in the front of his diaper showed just how much the dragon had grown to love his poopy diapers during his stay. The orderly set the vixen down unceremoniously on her poop covered bottom beside him, knowing full well he wouldn't be able to keep his nose out of the vixen's diaper seat for long.

"Bwooo guk gah goo! Shhishh wooooo... GUH! G-Gahashwahaweee..."

The outburst of babbling and muffled fart that escaped Heather's behind into the thick, clay-like poop on the inside of her diapers was enough to draw the attention of the few patients near her.

"G-gooshh hehehackshhwooo..."

The dragon, still sporting an impressive tent in the front of his diapers, crawled over to the vixen. She paid him no mind, sitting happily in her own mess, rocking back and forth on her diaper to listen to the smush and crinkle.

His poop laiden diaper seat swayed back and forth as he unashamedly sauntered over to her as best as a regressed, fully retarded adult baby could do. He flashed her a gummy, stupid grin, drool dribbing down his chin.

Charmingly, he immediately bent down to snoof around at the compressed, caked poopy vixen diaper. He loved making new friends.

She giggled, and then shrieked in delight as the dragon pressed his muzzle firmly into her diaper seat , pushing her down onto her stomach.

Utterly pooped diaper seat now fully exposed, the dragon allowed a single line of drool to fall on top of the droopy, pooped diaper seat before licking his tongue against the plastic outer shell. .

Smoke spiraled out of his nostrils as he inhaled and exhaled, his own babble coming out muffled by Heather's pooped diaper.

"Poopy diapews... goo' poopy... I make poopy... babies make poopy... I baby... you make... woooghhoo ghuhhhooo.... Poop-py...

"Honestly I don't think your shamelessness changed at all when you became retarded like this, move over you silly thing let me get this poor thing out of that poopy diaper."

A tigress nurse gently lifted the dragon off of the vixen's bottom and deposited him next to one of the spacey-eyed, drooling retrievers. he immediately forgot about the vixen, indulging instead with deep snoofs against poopy doggy diapers.

"Come on honey, let's get you all cleaned up so you can do this all over again."

The nurse turned the vixen onto her bag, a diaper bag slung over her nurses outfit as she took out a large, medical grade diaper and a bottle of rash creep.

The tigress was still a little taken aback by the nature of her new position in the psych ward. She was used to helping change adult diapers, but the lengths to which her new patients went to helplessly fill their diapers with poop was something she hadn't encountered before.

Sliding a foldable changing mat underneath the vixen's now rather heavy bottom the nurse delicately peeled off the diaper and attacked the vixen's complete mess with wipes.

Hearing a gurgle she had to quickly cover the vixen up in the poopy diaper once more for another deposit, the vixen gurgling and whining as she pushed yet another heavy load into her diapers.

"What are they feeding you for you to poop like this...?" muttered the tigress underneath her breath, as she resumed once more cleaning her up.

At last she managed to clean the vixen's fur to her satisfaction, and working quickly she taped up the used diaper and slid a brand new, slightly thicker diaper around the Vixen's middle.

After applying and rubbing in generous amounts of rash cream, she folded the front of the diaper over her and snuggly taped her up, making sure to press in the padding snuggly to unsure the tapes wouldn't snag and fall off.

Not that in their mental state they could really figure out to take their diapers off anyway...

Finished, she patted her subject's stomach affectionately, which turned out to trigger something she should have expected.

A thick, squelching sound filled the air as the slight pressure on the vixen's stomach as she lifted her legs, exposing a fantastic view of her diapered rear for the tigress to observe. caused her to push once more, delivering an even heavier round of poop into the seat of her fresh diapers.

The barrier keeping her bowels gave way almost instantaneously, and she could feel the moist, thick muck slide out of her and pool into a reservoir of poop practically filling up her entire diaper.

The tigress glanced around, a small smile playing on her face as the smell of the freshly deposited poopy in her subject's diapers hit her sensitive nostrils.

Seeing that the coast was clear, she bent down as if to retrieve something from her bag and inserted her own snout directly into the bulging back seat of Heather's diaper, breathing in deeply.

Getting up quickly the tigress glanced around once more, but concluded to her relief that nobody had seen her snoof her patient's diaper.

The new added warmth and weight seemed to please Heather as she gurgled cheerfully, a series of wet, splotchy sounding farts following her poop deposit.

"Grshhhhhhrcchhoo... Heathew... poopy... diapew poopy... big poopy... wet and squishhhhh..."

Rolling her eyes, the tigress unpacked the diaper bag once more, quickly regathering her diapering supplies before the vixen had an opportunity to further spread around the poop filling her diaper.

Finishing quickly, she patted Heather on the bottom while she reached into her diaper bag once more, digging around for a second before withdrawing with a brand new bib.

"Pamper-packer" was written across the front, and she swiftly exchanged the sodden rag that was hanging around Heather's neck for the new one, which Heather quickly gifted a wallop of drool as she opened her mouth to coo and babble excitedly.

"GUH! G-G-Guuu... voooofshsshkoo..."

The vixen noticed one of her paws, which was hanging limp wristed by her side. Determining that placing said paw in her muzzle would be the best course of action, she lifted it up to her drooly muzzle and promptly began to nibble gently at her fingers.

"Ah ah ah, fingers aren't food silly. Let's get this... formula, I think that's what this is, in your tummy!"

The tigress knelt down beside her and moved her over to her lap, the vixen doing little but cooing in response at the sudden movement.

Crooking her arm she laid Heather's head against her shoulder, and before she could wriggle out she inserted the nibble of a large bottle in her mouth.

Instinctively she began to suckle away, her eyelids drooping as she concentrated on the bottle in her mouth. Several other orderlies were now descending upon the myriad of drooling, diapered adults with bottles and cans of pureed baby food, exchanging the drool bibs for much bigger feeding bibs and moving the patients into their laps.

Heather suckled contentedly, a line of milk pooling out from the corner of her jaw and traveling down just past the bib and pooling onto her chest.

Within a few minutes the bottle had been emptied, and the tigress removed the bottle from her maw and pulled her against her chest until the vixen's head was resting over her caretaker's shoulder.

The tigress then proceeded to begin a steady rhythm of soft but firm pats on the vixen's pats, whose cooes were interrupted by the soft jolting of each beat.

"Gooooorshhhh... gwooo -BELCH!-"

A loud burp escaped her muzzle without warning, causing her immediately to descend into a fit of giggles and enthusiastic coos.

Satisfied with her work, the tigress laid her patient down once more before gathering up the bottle and diaper bag and retreating once more over to the caretaker's station, leaving Heather to be examined and overwhelmed by several, poopy bottomed, diapered adult babies.