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Julia huddled in the corner of the dark closet, the smell of powder and cleaning supplies overwhelming her sensitive vulpine nose. Her heart beat wildly inside of her chest, her limbs wanted nothing more than to run run run RUN. She couldn't run. Not anymore. The police were hot on her tail and she had to dive through the first open window she could find.

Okay. Calm down. Think rationally. Where is this?

Ammonia, powder... a supplies closet. Smells medical. A hospital? No that couldn't be, hospitals didn't have windows that could open, nor did they have the soft, green carpet she ever so briefly dashed over in her search for somewhere to hide. A nursery? No nursery was open this late. There were piles of something soft and crinkly: could be pillows, but even pillows weren't that large.

She needed to gather more information. Julia focused on calming her breathing. In, and out... In... and out... and in...

"Sir, don't be silly. We can't let you in without a search warrant. You'll scare the patients, and you don't want to know how hard it is to clean up after them once they're scared. Unless you want to volunteer to clean them up?" So this was a hospital of some sort. This must have been a secretary talking. She had a soft, motherly tone, one that was wielded like a cudgel -- Julia could only imagine how the police officer must feel, getting berated like a naughty child.

"Uh, n-no, no ma'am."

Julia scowled. That was the voice of Val Raker, who until moments ago had been feet away from finally catching her. The damn raccoon had been on her ass ever since her first bank job and hadn't let up since.

"Now would you stop taking up so much of my time? Honestly, Officer, I have some very messy girls to change, and the longer I leave them in their dirty diapers, the worse it's going to be for me to get them spic and span."

"Look, I understand the particular situation regarding... the patients, Ms. Miriam, but -- let me finish! -- but this fugitive is dangerous. We have good reason to believe she's taking shelter somewhere in this building. We'll be back with a warrant, but for your safety and the safety of all your patients, we're going to be posting guards at every entrance and exit in this building. Is that okay?"

The conversation continued, but Julia tuned them out, breathing a sigh of relief. The fuzz was off her case, at least for the moment. Sure they were posting a guard... but that would be a problem to deal with soon enough. For now, she had enough space to really sit and plan.

First and most importantly, where was she, really? Once she knew that, she could plan her escape.

The vixen listened carefully for the sounds of Officer Val leaving, and then added a few minutes to make sure he wasn't coming back. Once she was sure the coast was clear, she carefully crept through the closet to the door. She opened it just a crack, paused, and then stuck her left eye up to the gap.

The first thing that she saw was a pair of heavy, bare tits, just feet away and facing her. Julia jumped, but managed to quiet her gasp. Why in the hell was there a half-naked lady just standing there? The lady -- another vixen, one that looked disturbingly just like her -- wore a strange, happy expression on her face and let her maw gape, thick drool dribbling down onto her ample breasts. The drool continued down onto her chest, and finally disappeared behind the white plastic of a thick, high-waisted diaper.

The waistband was just about the only thing that was still white in that diaper: it sure wasn't for show. The front of the vixen's diaper was a very, very deep yellow, and swollen so heavily that there was no hope of her ever closing her legs. The fact that she was standing was a miracle, and as if to drive the point home, the vixen's legs chose that moment to finally give out and send the woman sprawling to all fours.

From this perspective she could almost look normal. Her breasts hung low in front of her, hiding a fair amount of the diaper between her legs, but the soggy bulge was still visible below them. Even if it was covered, there was no hiding the massive plastic-backed bulk splayed out above and to the sides of her hips.

"Poopy," the vixen giggled. Julia had to suppress another gasp of surprise: the poor tard had no teeth! There were nothing but gums behind her happy, empty smile.

"You sure are, sweety!" The nurse's motherly voice called from the entryway. Julia closed the door some, but kept just enough of a crack for her to be able to continue to observe. In walked a pleasant looking vixen,wearing a traditional nurse's uniform and a nametag: 'Miriam'. This must have been the one talking to Raker. The nurse had no idea how grateful Julia was to her for clearing out the cops!

She stopped in front of the drooling vixen, kindly cupping her chin and stroking her hair. "Or, not yet it looks like. Oh well sweety, I'll get back to you later--!"

As if she knew what Miriam was saying, the toothless vixen let out a happy little giggle and pushed her rump in the air. She strained a moment before sighing in relief, and a cascade of soft poop bulged out the back of her retard pants. The tard wiggled her butt in the air to make the buildup roll down her taint into the front of her diapers.

Julia could only watch in horror as she pushed out seemingly impossible amounts of shit. How could that much poop fit into a vixen, let alone be all pushed out in one go? Despite the insane amounts of poop being produced in front of her, Miriam didn't seem surprised or concerned at all. She just gave the little tard a gentle smile and shook her head, rubbing her hair while she loaded up her crinkly plastic diapers. "There we go silly, are we almost done?"

The retard didn't reply, but soon enough the flow of shit waned, and then stopped. After all of that, she was finally done.

The vixen started to crawl away, giving Julia a very long look at her heavy, brown lumpy seat. Shit packed her plastic pants like clay, forcing the diaper to bulge out in an unnaturally firm way, and a few turds were peeking out at the leg guards, threatening to plop out onto the floor.

Before she got too far, Miriam grabbed her by the top of her diapers and held her there. "You can't go back out and play yet! It's changing time!"

The retard's eyes flashed with happiness, and she eagerly flopped to her back, spreading her legs wide to allow the nurse easy access. "Changies! Changing poopy, poopy Zoey! Zoey went all poopy!"

Miriam smiled and nodded as she went to work. With practiced paws she untaped the vixen's retard pants and prepared the new one next to her. A quick lifting of the legs and a swap later, the nurse went at Zoey's shit-covered rear and groin with a wet wipe and made quick work of all the mess.

She tossed the wipe in the used diaper and folded it up. Then, a few puffs of white baby powder, and she taped Zoey's new diaper up all nice and snug. She ran her fingers through the lining, pulled through the leak guards, and after a few tugs to make sure it was on right, Miriam sent Zoey crawling back to her friends.

The nurse paused a moment longer, looking at the giant, overfilled diaper taped up neatly by her feet. "Well... I'll have to take care of that later, I have to get those reports back to the office soon enough. That stupid officer and his stupid croneys, never knows how much he gets in my way..."

Miriam picked up the diaper with one hand and tossed it in front of the cracked door, and the plastic diaper landed with a splat inches away from Julia's face. The nurse left through the side door, continuing to mutter about no-good police with no-good warrants.

One brief whiff and Julia had to gag and look away. Unfortunately, this wasn't an isolated incident: the room was full of vixens in similar states of joyful filth, every one of them crawling and drooling to their diapered hearts content. Julia's eyes wandered up to a sign on the far wall, blocky and colorful, like building blocks in design: 'Elliot's Daycare for Mentally Challenged Vixens'.

Just her fucking luck.

--1--

"Alright," Julia whispered to herself. "I got this. And once I'm through, I'll grab the money and never do it again."

It was a simple plan: dress up like one of these disgusting tards and blend in for a bit, one or two days max, until she could make her escape. After observing the vixens for a good hour or so, Julia was confident she could mimic them well enough to blend in. The most they did was drool, cuddle, and load up their diapers with shit.

All she had to do was blend in.

Julia shuddered as she took a look at the pile of diapers in the closet, medical grade white with a blue stripe down the middle. Those were the large, pillowy things she had stumbled upon earlier: how in the world did the vixens out there manage to fill them up so much? These things were absolutely gigantic, and that was before they were used! They'd definitely impede her walking, so she'd have to lose them when she eventually made her escape.

The fox shook her head and got to work: off came her shirt, billowing to the ground, and soon after came her bra. Two D-cup breasts tumbled out, and Julia breathed a sigh of relief. It would definitely be nice to let the puppies hang free for a few days, away from the restrictions of wireframe bras. It's not like she'd be doing a lot of running to hurt her back.

After that, off came her pants and her panties. She hid all her clothes in a ceiling tile above the powder shelves, and finally glanced down at the diaper itself.

She hadn't diapered anyone before, let alone herself, but it was simple enough to figure out. After about fifteen minutes and several re-tapes, she finally got her retard pants secure enough to her body that they would catch anything she pushed into them. The only thing she wasn't sure about were the plastic guards - were they really supposed to come up to her breasts?

Whatever. Hopefully if someone noticed something off, they'd just figure one of the nurses did a poor job diapering her and fix it. With any luck, this was the first and last time Julia would ever diaper herself.

Well... there's no reason to wait. Julia took a deep breath, put on her best, most vacant smile, and slowly cracked the closet door open, stepping into the world of diapers, tards, and shit.

Julia stood out among the mass of poopy retards, surveying her new home for the next few days. There were some cribs that looked big enough to host multiple vixens, high chairs for feeding, and of course giant changing tables, but the majority of the room was dedicated as a romp area for the happy little tards. To her right was a giant window overlooking the parking lot: unfortunately for her, it was barred. To the left was a single doorway, presumably the only way out of the room.

The handle jiggled. Julia suddenly realized how much she stood out, being the only vixen in the room on her own two feet, and threw herself to the ground just as the door opened. In walked Miriam carrying a clipboard, checking something off.

The fox looked away from the nurse, trying to calm her racing heart. Shit, she'd prepared mentally for this for so long, but now that it was go time, everything she'd learned flew right out her head. Should she drool? Should she babble? What was her face supposed to look like? Hours of quiet observation, wasted!

"Hello, my pretty girls!" Miriam sang out. She hooked the clipboard on the wall and waded through the sea of retards, hands out rubbing each girl she passed. Some of them let out little wails and groans of happiness, a few smacking their paws against their diapers like drums, but most barely even registered her existence. There was too little going on in their brains for that.

"Hello, what's this? Are you alright, dear?"

Julia froze as Miram looked straight at her. Fuck, fuckfuckfuck, what now? The fox's eyes searched the crowd for someone, anyone to copy until she could freestyle it on her own.

Miriam frowned and started to walk towards her. "Usually you silly little girls don't look at me so hard. What is it? Does baby need her diaper changed? Baba wanna change?" The nurse smiled. "Lil baby wants a change, don't she? You wanna get a change from Mama Miram?"

Though part of her wanted to puke from Miriam's saccharine baby talk, she had to figure out something and fast. Finally, looking through Miriam's legs, she found something: on the other side of the room that fox from earlier, that one that looked just like her. It was like seeing a mirror universe version of herself, one where she was born with half a point of IQ. In other words, it was the perfect person to mirror.

"B-bah!" Julia stuttered out. "Mmmba, wanna, wanna poopy!"

Miriam paused and tipped her head. "You wanna poopy or you wanna change, baby girl?"

More confidently, Julia shouted out, "Wanna poopy! Wanna poopy in my diaper!" She forced a strand of drool to spill over her lips onto her chin, and crawled right past Miriam towards her 'twin'. "Wanna poopy, gimme poopy!"

Julia's twin giggled and crawled towards her, jaw slack with drool. "Poopy!" she cried back in an exact duplicate of Julia's voice. "Wanna poopy, gimme poopy!" The two met in the middle and started playing with each other, exploring each other's crotches with abandon.

Miriam frowned as Julia crawled past, brows furrowed. "Huh, clean diaper. Funny, I don't remember changing you... I guess you just wanted to play with your friend's poopy." After a moment, she shrugged and turned to her clipboard, taking it off the wall and beginning to write in it.

Fuck, that was close. Julia was keeping an indirect eye on Miriam, and the moment her back was turned, she pulled her head away from her twin's squishy yellow crotch and gagged. Christ, how did these tards stand stinking so bad? It was gonna be a long, gross few days.

The twin pulled back as well, more in disappointment that Julia's diaper was completely clean than anything. Her disappointment only lasted as long as her attention span, though, and in seconds she was back to her happy, brainless babbling.

Julia smiled a bit at the display. These tards were cute in their own way. Maybe it wouldn't be so hard to blend in: after all, she had the perfect model right here. From the auburn color of her fur to the exact shape of her breasts, this other fox was her spitting image. If she could just act exactly like her, there's no way Miriam or any other orderly would catch on. What was her name again?

As if reading her mind, the tard gave a wide grin. "Zoey!" she said.

Julia tipped her head. "I'm Julia. You're Zoey?" she said in a whisper.

Zoey nodded and giggled. "Zoey poopy, Zoey poopy!" She said in a sing-song voice. And she was poopy indeed -- her diaper was packed so tightly with shit that her leg guards as a whole were pulled away from her body, and Sophie could see several thick logs of shit snaking their way out even as she sat there. How in the hell did she load up her diaper that much in the thirty minutes since her last change? What were they feeding these poor girls?

Following Julia's gaze, Zoey smiled and reached her hand into her diaper. She pulled out a mound of filth and held it up to Julia.

"Poopy yummy!" she said encouragingly.

Julia's stomach lurched. Fuck, were they really so brainless they'd eat their own shit? The stench alone was enough to make the vixen feel ill, and looking at goopy, soft poop didn't help matters. "No, uh, no thank you, " she whispered with a nervous glance towards Miriam.

Zoey didn't understand. She frowned and thrust her paw towards Julia's face again. Maybe Julia just wasn't that bright. That was okay, Zoey could teach her how to share! "Julie eat poopy! Imma poopy in my diaper, and Julie poopy in her mouth!"

The vixen tried to back away, scooting backward on her thickly diapered rump.

"No, n-no, Julie um, Julie not hungry. Julie already ate poopy!"

Zoey's eyes flashed in delight. "Julie poopy? Share! Share!"

Julia avoided yet another thrusted offering of shit with a duck, but she couldn't back away any more: The back of her head was firmly pressed into another vixen's diaperseat. She was trapped.

"Julie hungry?" Zoey said as she drooled onto her breasts. The vixen pressed herself against the other fox, breast to breast, and plopped the poop down between their tits. She started licking and chewing at it, her drool mixing with the shit and turning brown and gooey.

Taking some clay-like poop in her mouth, Zoey started to mush against Julia's nose. Though she tried her best to keep her mouth closed, one thrust got the poop past her lips and against her teeth: even through that brief contact, she could taste the bitter, earthy tones.

It was so strong she couldn't help but gag, which opened her mouth just a bit. Zoey continued to push the issue, shoving her muzzle inches from Julia's open mouth. Julia noticed what was happening just in time and clapped her paws against Zoey's muzzle, slamming it shut so she would swallow. The poor retard started to sniffle, but then-

"C'mon babies! It's feeding time!"

This time, even the dumbest of the tards responded. Zoey pulled back and immediately started flailing and hitting her chest, smearing shit onto her tits even as she cheered. "Milky!" she cried. "Milky milky!"

Julia breathed a sigh of relief. She slumped to the ground and watched as Zoey crawled away, making a mental note of how she crawled wearing that bulging diaper. Julia herself followed soon after, not wanting to stand out but also not wanting to get a closer sniff.

Christ, that had been a close call. Miriam calling out for feeding time was the only thing that saved her: she had no idea what would have happened if she'd gotten a direct taste of Zoey's poop. She probably wouldn't have been able to keep up the charade. In the future, she'd have to be careful around Zoey, even as she learned from her. For now... well, it was feeding time. Judging by the state of several of the vixens' sagging retard pants, hopefully it changing time, too.

--2--

Julia ended up in the middle of the pack crawling towards Miriam for feeding time. This gave the fox plenty of time to observe the tards in front of her for cues on how to act, while also giving her plenty of space to make sure her face wasn't inadvertently shoved into one of the many messy diapers in front of her.

Given that it was feeding time, Julia figured that a cart of pureed slop would be wheeled in, or even warm bottles of milk. Instead, Miriam locked the door behind her and slipped off her top with a wide grin. It was all the fox could do not to gasp in surprise -- the nurse intended to feed her babies as if they were the real deal.

It made sense, in a way. All the tards she'd ran into so far were all toothless, and it was certainly cheaper than cleaning and filling all those bottles before and after each meal. It wasn't even that much of a stretch that Miriam could do all the feeding herself: her matronly visage turned more milfy as those massive breasts bounced out of her tightly bound nurse's uniform. There had to be plenty of milk in there: Julia guessed Miriam did it as much to feed her wards as she did it just to lighten the load on her back. Those had to be K cups minimum, nothing she'd ever seen in real life before.

While those breasts would have driven any man (and most women) crazy with lust, they weren't the main attraction. All the tards surrounding her like dogs waiting for dinner were after only one thing: milk. Unfortunately for them, Miriam had a different duty to attend to before she could indulge them.

"Alright, alright beautiful girls, one at a time!" She laughed, brushing the closest vixens down. "Give me a little space, and let's get your dirty diapers changed." Most of them seemed to understand, and those that did reeled in the ones who didn't, and soon enough everyone was waiting patiently yet eagerly in a crowd around the nurse.

Miriam smiled. Her eyes scanned the crowd, glancing at every diaper to calculate which ones were the worst. Finally, she settled on one and brought her up onto a changing table for everyone to see.

Julia couldn't believe what she saw. She'd already been introduced to the amount of shit these girls could produce via Zoey, but this was insane. The vixen Miriam pulled onto the table was wearing two layers of diapers, and it looked like they were just about to give out. The tapes were stretched to their limit and showed signs of tearing, and though the high waistband stayed snug against the vixen's waist -- a solid diaper-change, Julia had to admit -- the bottom of the plastic retard pants were sagging heavily, nearly to the vixen's feet. A deep discoloration leached through the plastic as well, replacing medical cream-white with a deep, vibrant mixture of brown, green and yellow at the front.

"Oh goodness, we've got a stinky girl on our hands, don't we?" Miriam waved a paw in front of her face to 'fan away the smell', which sent the happy vixen into amused little giggles. "Well let's get you into a nice, fresh one so you got a brand new diaper to fill up, does that sound good?"

Whatever the vixen might have thought of it, Miriam immediately set to work, undoing the tapes with deft paws. One paw lifted the adult vixen's legs high in the air while the other worked vigorously with an oversized wet wipe to get her fur down there clean, then into the diaper the wet wipe went before it was swapped out with a fresh, clean one.

The vixen was left laying on the new diaper for a few moments while Mirmam folded the extremely used ones into a leak-proof bundle, but rather than toss it into the diaper pail right beside her, she gave it to the vixen to play with. Judging by the way the vixen pressed it against her face and huffed, it made for a good, smelly distraction while the nurse took her time with the next step.

With her ward sufficiently pacified, Miriam fluffed up the diaper and carefully ensured the waistband was at the exact height it should be. After that, she grabbed the baby powder and shook a liberal amount onto the vixen's groin. A white puff cloud almost obscured Miriam diligently massaging and spreading the powder into every nook and cranny the vixen had, even making sure it coated her asshole very thoroughly before finishing.

As the cloud settled, Miriam brought the front of the diaper up over the vixen's groin. Two checks to ensure the tapes lined up proper, and Miriam secured the diaper against her waistline, just under her breasts. She tested the firmness of the fit, checked the leak guards to ensure they were all in place, and then grabbed a strange roller with small metal pokers and rolled it up and down the front of the diaper.

Julia was confused -- wouldn't putting holes in the plastic make it leak everywhere? -- but her befuddlement was put to rest when Miriam set about putting a second layer of diapers on top of the first. It made sense: if she was a heavy enough messer to require two diapers, might as well put them both on at the same time.

Miriam smiled as she secured the second set of tapes and pulled the tard's head onto her lap. "All done! Are you ready for the yummy part?"

The vixen let out a happy gurgle, dropping the diaper that had been the sole object of her attention for the last few minutes and pawing at Miriam's breasts. "Abuh!"

"Alright sweetheart!" Miriam chuckled. She tossed the used diaper into the pail without even looking, lined her ward up with her nipples and pressed them against her lips.

Upon contact, both Miriam and the vixen sighed, sagging in relaxation. It was a strange sight for Julia, but she couldn't help but feel jealous. The vixen's eyes were so blissful, not a care in the world, and Miriam gave such a motherly look that Julia's heart panged in memory of her own mom. It had been a long time since she'd seen a scene of such contentment and happiness.

For a few long minutes there was no sound but the coo and the suckles of the vixen. All the other tards were as enraptured as her, each waiting their turn to indulge in their favorite time of the day. Miriam rubbed the vixen's diaperseat soothingly, murmuring sweet nothings to her. She occasionally even patted the plastic bulk of the giant double diaper, sending puff clouds of sweet smelling powder into the air. Finally, the vixen let out a little groan, and Miriam pulled her off her breast with a wet 'pop'.

"Alright sweetie, that's enough for now. Gotta save something for everyone else, don't we?"

The vixen didn't fuss as Miriam lowered her to the ground, and instead crawled sleepily towards the corner of the room, where the cribs were. Julia could hear a muffled fart as she brushed past: already she was well on her way to overloading her diapers again.

Miriam looked after her big baby with a matronly smile, then looked around the quiet group. "Alright, who's next?"

Immediately things burst to life again, with each vixen vying to get Miriam's attention so that they would be picked next. Miriam picked one girl out of the crowd at random and started the same routine, which she then performed with the next one, and the next one, and the next one.

There were slight differences with each vixen, whether it be the order everything was done or the things she did to calm them down. It seemed that the nurse was at the very least very good and caring, no matter what weird things she was into with the vixens. Julia could appreciate that sort of dedication toward a craft. After all, why would she plan her heists with so much pizzaz if she wasn't proud of what she did?

One thing that was always the same were the diapers. Every diaper, without fail, was absolutely loaded up with shit. It wasn't that Miriam was lacking - Julia saw her changing diapers every twenty minutes at least - but that all the vixens were just grade-A pamper packers. What the hell was in their food that produced so much shit? Would she be able to keep up to blend in? Julia supposed she could, as gross as it sounded, grab shit from another vixen's diapers to fill her own and keep up appearances.

"Alright sweetie, your turn!"

Julia jumped a bit as Miriam grabbed her under her arms and lifted her high in the air. She'd been so caught up in her own thoughts she hadn't even realized it was her turn! It was a good thing she was a natural actor: the fox didn't miss a beat, cooing and sucking on her thumb just like she saw so many others do before her.

Miriam looked so different from this angle. For one, it was difficult to see much of her around her massive breasts... but for another, she somehow looked even more maternal and kind from this angle. The nurse smiled down at her gently and stroked her ears as she settled Julia on her lap. God, how long had it been since someone stroked her ears like that?

"Alright sweetie, feeding time!" Miriam shifted a leg to prop up Julia's head and guided the vixen's lips to her nipple. A part of Julia couldn't believe she was doing this - but she needed food, and she was nothing if not a hell of an actor. The diapered vixen closed her eyes, wrapped her lips around the teat, and suckled.

Sweet. Miriam's milk sweet but not too thick, almost like sweetened buttermilk. It felt warm and creamy sliding down her tongue and into her throat. Julia sighed and relaxed into Miriam's soft body with a wide, dopey smile. A few suckles filled her mouth, and she swallowed, feeling the warmth settle in her belly.

One gulp turned into two, three, and more, with Julia relaxing progressively with each swallow. Some part of her knew this was strange, wrong even, but what could be wrong about something that feels so right? The milk washed her cares away, soothed her, kept her safe. No worries about money, about getting caught, no more running... here, she could just be.

That security was yanked away from her with a hiss of pain, as Miriam plopped her teats out of Julia's mouth and inspected a tiny red dot on her nipple. A small prick from a tooth.

Julia let out an instinctual baby cry, whimpering for almost two seconds before she got ahold of herself. What in the hell was she doing? Though she kept at it for the sake of her disguise, stopping at a realistic length of time, Julia felt shaken. Why had that popped out of her mouth against her will? It just felt... natural to do.

Miriam stared down at Julia with a tilted head and slightly raised eyebrow. None of her patients had teeth... whoever this little one was, she was either new or a mixup. The words of Officer Val echoed in her head... could this little one be an imposter? She was definitely acting like a retard right now, but she'd had enough questions about her behavior earlier to hold a shadow of a doubt.

The two held eyes for a long while. Julia strained to keep her eyes glazed over and relaxed, willing herself to keep holding out against Miriam's piercing, questioning gaze. She'd put together Miriam's suspicions almost before Miriam herself did, and she knew she had to keep the act up if she was going to get away with this.

As the seconds passed and keeping her cool became more and more difficult, Julia felt a rumbling in her stomach. It was an odd, tight feeling, one that quickly migrated down to her bowels and became a uncomfortable pressure.

Julia puzzled for a second, before a quiet burst of gas helped her figure out what was going on. This must have been what was making all the girls fill their diapers so full! Something about Miriam's milk made the vixens produce more poop to mess their diapers, and Julia's was coming out right now.

"Poo... poopy," she started to mumble under her breath, eyes crossing and rolling back, even before she accepted what she was going to have to do. She grinned and giggled at the wet sensation of shit traveling out her hole and stretching it wide, and it's soft, comfortable consistency. "I'mma poopy my diaper, I'mma poopy girl!" she cried out.

Her diaper bulged as the logs turtled in her diaperseat, crinkling the plastic before flooding out, one after another. Warm, mushy shit poured out of her, backing up the back of her retard pants tight before slowly pushing up the front to soak her cunt, eliciting a shiver. She kept pushing until she was empty, and then only let out a confused noise for a few more pushes. Finally she snapped back to reality, and focused on keeping the facade up for Miriam.

Miriam stared down at her the whole time, eyes wide as she witnessed the vixen in her arms flood her diapers and babble like a retard with not a hint of shame or hesitation. That solved it - no sane person would debase themselves so thoroughly without even questioning it. This must be her ward without a doubt. She was just one who hadn't gone through the procedure yet, because she was new.

The nurse gave her little retard a gentle smile. "Alright, little one!' she said, booping Julia's nose. "Such a good girl, filling her diapers like that! I'm so proud of you!"

With that, Miriam set Julia down and picked up the next vixen to feed. Julia sighed with relief and crawled back, disappearing into the crowd with her thick, poopy diapers swinging between her legs. The sensation made her shiver again - there was something intensely pleasurable about filling her diapers. It was disgusting... but it felt good. Maybe while she was stuck here anyways... she might experiment with the sensation. See where it goes.

Meanwhile, Miriam went on with her busy day, silently making a note to make an appointment for the procedure.

-3-

Julia awoke with her head nestled gently between two soft breasts, and tensed up. Something was off. It wasn't her waking up cuddling with another woman - that happened often enough - but there was something thick and equally soft spreading her legs apart. Careful not to rouse the other woman, she slowly reached a hand down to feel the strange obstruction. Soft... crinkly... wet?

A diaper.

With a rush it all came flooding back to her: the robbery, the thrill of the chase, her ducking in here to blend in with all the tards and wait out the fuzz. All the diapers, the poop and the wetting, the feeding. All these lovely, drooly, friendly vixens. ...not to mention those thickly diapered rears she could oggle as much as she wanted. Dumb or not, these vixens were hot! And finally, after a night of relaxation and cuddles, falling asleep with her head nestled on Zoey's breasts.

She cracked a smile. All in all, this was one of her best escape plans yet. Not only did it keep the police off her ass, being able to just let loose, stop worrying, and relax was a welcome change of pace. She didn't even have to wipe her own ass. Just shit her diapers and let someone else clean up the mess. Eventually she knew she would have to get out and grab the money though, get it before that asshole wolf partner of hers grabbed it all. Greedy bitch wouldn't think twice about dipping out of town without even trying to give Julia her share.

The real question would be, what's she going to do with all the loot? Usually that answer would be something along the lines of 'Go to Singapore' or 'Get a gold plated toilet', but as she relaxed that morning, surrounded by the smell of baby powder and shitty diapers, her hand wandered between her legs. The stiff, crinkly feeling of plastic beneath her paws was relaxing... perhaps she could invest in some diapers, too.

Maybe it was something in the milk, or maybe it was just something deep inside her that she'd never acknowledged, but there was something so calming about thick, crinkly diapers pushing her legs apart. She'd have to hide it from her partner, of course, but there was no reason she couldn't drop a few grand on medical grade diapers and spend her free time padded up. She'd have to get a few mirrors, too. Set them up at the right angles and she could watch herself drop a load in her pants. The curiosity of how she looked pooping herself was overwhelming.

Julia's daydreaming was interrupted by a pressure against the front of her diaper, followed quickly by a crinkle and a happy little babble. She sat up with a yawn, then looked down to see what was going on.

Apparently, Julia wasn't the only one using someone else as a pillow. A cute vixen had fallen asleep on her at some point in the night, and her face was now buried in the soggy yellow front of Julia's retard pants. Maybe she had the right idea: looking at her thick, bulging diaper, Julia seriously considered using that messy vixen butt as a pillow for the next nap herself.

Her heart fluttered. Why was everyone here so cute?

For a while, she did nothing but enjoy the quiet din of the sleeping vixens next to her and between her legs, but all good things must come to an end. Soon, vixens in the rest of the room began to get up and shuffle about, and her two cuddlers did the same.

"Julie!" Zoey giggled and gave her friend a big hug. The pretty vixen's fur was mussed up, but judging by her big smile, that didn't bother her a bit. That's what was nice about all the diapered vixens here: they were all so, so happy.

Her daycare pal had been changed just before bed, so it didn't surprise Julia to see that Zoey was only wet, without a hint of poop in her diapers. This wasn't to last - as soon as the thought passed through Julia's mind, Zoey let out a little grunt and got on all fours, diaperbutt pointed towards Julia.

Julia blushed a bit but grinned, eyes drawn to the retard pants in anticipation. She'd embraced her strange attraction to diaper soiling, at least for now, and hadn't yet had a chance to really appreciate someone else doing it. May as well make Zoey's load the first one she really paid attention to.

Zoey grunted once more, and without ceremony, pushed her morning load of shit into her diaper. Julia couldn't take her eyes from that white diaper seat as it turned brown. Log after log packed up right in the middle, growing the bulge to an impressive extent, and then that bulge slid slowly down, leaving a trail of brown in its wake until finally settling between Zoey's legs. Her diaper sagged, and Julia could only imagine how nice that must feel.

The tard kept pushing, and logs kept coming, and with it, a wet, cloying stink hanging in the air. Julia's nose wriggled as she sniffed it, gagged a little... then sniffed again. And again. She began to drool and subconsciously wiped it from her lips, not realizing she smeared a thick paste of shit on her lips. She lapped at it without thinking, and grinned at the taste. It was... good.

She might have been horrified, had she not been entranced by Zoey's diaper, but instead she barely noticed. The more she stared at that diaper the more she enjoyed the smell, and before long she found herself leaning forward, tongue lolling out and ready to...

Ready to what?

Julia turned a deep red and pulled back. She might have made a decision to embrace her diaper and messing experimentation while she was here, but burying her face in a stinky diaperbutt while it was being loaded up? That was a bridge too far! There was no way she'd even enjoy shoving her face in the warm, plasticky surface, opening her maw and kissing it, licking it, drooling aallll over it...

The vixen was saved from her horny thoughts by Zoey grunting one last time. The tard pushed out a final log and sat back on her now bloated diaper, giggling at the squish before turning to her friend.

"Julie go poopy now?"

Julia grinned at her friend's display. What a happy, innocent cutie. She leaned forward and scritched behind Zoey's ears, eliciting a little yip of happiness from the vixen. "Good morning Zoey! Zoey wanna see Julie go poopy?"

Zoey nodded eagerly. Julia chuckled and shook her head. The enthusiasm of these vixens was almost infectious. The vixen on her diaper had woken to the sound of the two talking, so Julia was able to move her off before getting on all fours.

"Okay Zoey, ready?"

Without waiting for an answer, Julia grunted and pushed as hard as she could. Several lots of shit crackled out of her hole and pressed against the back of her diaper, forming a thick, firm bulge before sliding down between her legs.

The pleasure wasn't as intense as when Miriam's milk had forced her to mess, but it was still strong enough that she let out a little moan. She almost covered it, but she remembered where she was: there was no shame in enjoying it here!

Warm logs of shit traveled down her diaperseat, collecting between her legs just like Zoey's did. Whatever was in that milk last night really must have done a number on her: the tapes were straining only a few logs in, and Julia still had more to go. The vixen didn't even wait to finish before reaching a paw around back and squishing her load against her backside. The sensation of it pushing up her cheeks and lower back was exhilarating.

She was done much quicker than Zoey. With a sigh of contentment, Julia wiggled her diapered rear to tease Zoey, then sat back onto her load with a squish, moaning as the mess squelched into her fur.

"I poopy my diapers!" she yelled out as she felt the mess push up between her legs. She only said it to blend in of course. No other reason.

The sound of clapping paws applauded her performance. She tipped her head and looked up. Zoey was happily cheering her on, babbling about poopy friends... and the other vixen from earlier, the one who had slept on her diaper, joined in. Her eyes were dull and she flailed her paw into her chest instead of clapping, but she was definitely doing her best to copy Zoey.

"Aaa blbla bal. Blblblblbl!" the other vixen cried out, spitting drool everywhere. Julia kept her smile on, but tipped her head even more. This one was acting even dumber than all the others. She even looked different - all the vixens were a mess, but this one was special. Snot dribbled down her nose, collecting in chunks above her upper lip. Her muzzle was covered in obvious poop smears, and as Julia studied the newcomer, she grunted and let out a muffled fart into her diaper, only to sniff it in appreciation.

What was going on with this one? Why was she the only one this gross?

Well... one way to find out.

"Hi!" Julia said brightly. "I'm Julie- er, Julia! What's your name?"

The new vixen just smiled back and babbled, giggling and smearing her drool into her fur. Not a hint of comprehension: perhaps dumbing it down even further would get her meaning through. Julia tried again.

"Me Julia! What you name?"

Again, the new vixen just giggled and babbled. Her paws slapped playfully at her own diaper. Julia had to admit, the vixen's cluelessness was adorable. She didn't even know that vixens could be dumber than Zoey's level, even here, but this new vixen proved her wrong.

"Sophie!" Zoey squealed happily. Julia jumped a bit as Zoey crawled past her, pushing the other vixen - Sophie? - into the ground and cuddling with her. Sophie squeaked and played back, squirming around on the ground and gumming at Zoey's shoulder as the two tried their best to wrestle. There wasn't much real wrestling going on, but the vixens' loaded diaper seats were

So, her name was Sophie. Cute name for a cute vixen. It was too bad she was dumb as a rock. It might help her to stick near Sophie as well, these next few days. Learning to act even rubbing together, and Julia enjoyed the show anyways.

dumber would just keep Miriam in the dark as to her true intelligence, and who could be a better role model than Sophie?

Julia watched the two play for a while, content just to babble nonsense and rub the front of her soggy diaper. 'Just to blend in', she told herself. The squish felt nice, and the babble... well, it came naturally because she was surrounded by retards. No other reason.

It was nice to turn off her brain and just exist for a while. Her diapers were full of warm, soft poop that made her feel safe and cozy, the drool dribbling down her chin showed that she belonged, and there wasn't a worry in her mind. She watched her two new tard friends enjoying each other's company, and wished she could have that shameless freedom.

Wait.

Something looked off about Sophie. She saw a flash of something red on her head, nearly hidden under the fur, exposed just for a moment. Julia frowned and squinted, leaning forward to get a closer look. Was Sophie hurt?

There! There it was again! Julia crawled up to the two and held Sophie still for a moment, running her paws through the retard's soft headfur. Nothing, nothing... and a ridge. Finally! She parted the fur and found a faded scar, pale red and deep with hints of heavy stitches. Odd... Julia gave the scar a quick smooch to blend in and not look like she was studying, then fell back on her diapers with a squish.

Where had Sophie got that scar? This place was baby proofed to the max, there was no way that she'd gotten it in there. It looked rather very nasty... perhaps that's why Sophie was in there in the first place. Perhaps she'd fallen and gotten brain damage, the poor girl. Not knowing what to do with her, her family just dumped her in this place. The nurse sewed up the scar and took care of her.

That didn't seem quite right though. She remembered seeing incisions like that in her college psychology class. Maybe it was a surgical scar? Something like lo--

"Babies! Breakfast time!"

Julia's train of thought was broken by Miriam's happy voice ringing clear out through the room. All the tards immediately got to their knees and started crawling to the nurse with eager noises and copious drool, and Julia joined right in, happily babbling and drooling over her breasts. Getting to drink that sweet, sweet milk again? How could she pass that up?

All other thoughts left her mind.