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--4--

The days passed by quickly, and before Julia knew it, she'd been there a week. Or was it ten days? It was so hard to tell, when her day was so monotonous, always the same routine without fail. Minutes blended into hours into days, and they slipped through her hand like so much sand... or poop, as the case may be.

That didn't mean Julia was unhappy of course. The monotony had quite the opposite effect on her -- for the first time in perhaps her entire life, the vixen was feeling content. It was nice to know what was coming at all times. She never worried about food or shelter, running from the police was a thing of the past, and she was even surrounded by friends! Not associates who would stab you in the back for a poptart, but real, actual friends!

...they may not have held a great conversation, but they were friends just the same. At the very least they were nice to her.

Most of her time was spent hanging around Sophie and Zoey, ostensibly to learn their mannerisms and copy them to perfection. Truthfully, she'd learned enough to fit into any situation perfectly a few days in, but Julia kept finding more and more reasons to copy them, especially their more depraved acts.

One early morning found Julia face deep in Sophie's sagging morning diaper, tail wagging as she begged for Sophie to push more into it. All for the sake of practice, of course.

"C'mon Sophie, go poopy!" Julia whined under her breath. "Sophie go poopy, go poopy for Julie?"

Sophie had already 'gone poopy' several times throughout the night, and her nappy was full to the brim. That wasn't enough for Julia. While she enjoyed the way the mush smelled and mushed inside the diaper, it just wasn't warm enough, just didn't smell fresh or strongly enough for her. Julia was a method actor, of course, and could she really act like she was blissed out on bloated diaper seats if they weren't filled with the freshest,smelliest poopies that the tard could produce?

The other vixen giggled and wiggled her tush, completely unaware of what she was putting Julia through. Every second without her load was torture to the vixen - though she pretended it wasn't. She was just enjoying the sensation of Julia's face mushing the mess around in her diaper.

Julia's whine grew impatient. "Sophie, c'mon! Julie want poopy! Julie want poopie now! Sophie give Julie poopy!" The fact that Sophie couldn't understand a word of what she was saying made the whole scene hotter. The fact that she was acting so desperate for poopy that she'd try to talk to the dumbest tard in the room sent shivers down her spine.

She shamelessly rubbed her own mush in the front of her diaper, and she grinded and groaned as she thrust her hips in the air. She could barely justify to herself that she was acting anymore. The poop in the front of her diaper was mixed with as much arousal as it was pee at this point - everything tingled, her body felt so good, and all she needed her over the edge was-!

"Aabababa!"

The tard's warning cries came only seconds before she pushed out a heavy load of poop, all of which pressed directly against Julia's face. The already strained diaper seat groaned as it sagged more. The plastic was stretched to its limits, and the texture of the poop inside was almost completely clear as any padding left was pushed away with this new addition. Julia's face was completely enveloped by the bloated, padded rump, and that was all she needed.

Julia let out a muffled cry of pleasure as the smell sent her over, and she thrust wildly into the air as an intense orgasm rocked her. Moments passed where the vixen wasn't even aware of where she was, what she was doing, only that she was having the best orgasm of her life. Nothing before could compare to this - every orgasm before now was nothing in her mind. She squirted into her diaper again and again without stop, and a little bit even leaked out of her leg cuffs onto the ground.

Slowly, the orgasm subsided, and Julia slumped to the ground. Sophie let her friend lick and kiss her ruined diaperseat for a few more minutes before lifting her rear up. Fresh air rushed into the exhausted vixen's lungs, but what should have been a relief was actually a disappointment. If Julia could spend her life smelling only Sophie's diaper seat, she would take that chance in a heartbeat.

Sophie sat up. The vixen was a mess to behold, with her fur covered in diaper filth and sweat, not to mention a significant amount of her own slobber that had rubbed back off from the diaper. Sophie babbled and crawled up to her friend for cuddles. Zoey joined the two and gave Julia a big, slobbery kiss right on the nose. She left behind thick drool.

"Silly Julie," Zoey giggled. "Julie all dirty!"

Julia giggled a little and gave a tired smile. "Julie all dirty," she agreed. "Julie like being dirty!"

'Julia like being dirty'. Just a few weeks ago Julia would have been horrified to hear that come out of her mouth, but now it felt as natural as loading up her diaper, or orgasming to the sensation of a drooly tard messing herself on top of her face. Perhaps this place really was warping her sensibilities.

Part of her wanted to pull back and distance herself. She could avoid the two tards she'd befriended easy enough, and if she wasn't distracted with them, surely she could escape in hours, a day max. It would be easy to escape and just slip back into her old life of running, fighting and always looking over her shoulder.

Zoey saw Julia's furrowed brow and frowned. She still had enough brain left to recognize distress.

"Julie ok?" she asked with a tipped head.

Julia jumped as Zoey snapped her out of her train of thought. The diapered retard gave her a wide, happy smile, as if she hadn't a care in the world.

And really, she hadn't. What was there to worry about here?

The vixen ruminated for a few moments longer before sighing and returning Zoey's smile. "Julie all good, Julie happy! Julie cuddle?"

Julia grinned as Zoey enthusiastically took her up on the offer. The weight of the tard's head against her breasts just felt right. It was okay that she got all carried away, because after all, it was so that she could fit in. And fitting in felt so nice when she got cuddles this good.

The two had barely snuggled down and relaxed in eachother's warmth when a commotion behind her roused Julia out of a fast approaching doze. She furrowed her brow, but didn't worry herself about it. It sounded like the male aids, they came in every once in a while to help transport a tard out. There was nothing to worry about.

Behind her, two sets of regular thumps grew louder and louder, again throwing her out of a light doze. She frowned a bit, despite her training blending in. What were those noises? They weren't normal... but wait, the aids were in the room! So it was just their boots... coming... closer-

To Julia's surprise, two pairs of hands came down and swooped her away from Zoey's snuggles, grabbing her under her pits and dragging her back across the floor. Despite the sudden change in situation, though, Julia remained completely calm. She'd had enough training from the other tards that she was completely unperturbed at the sudden change in circumstances. She just immediately slipped into acting like a tard, giggling and grinning as she burbled spit bubbles all over her chest.

"Ba... bababaaa, whee! Julie going whee!"

The words came naturally to her now. She could tell by the way the aids acted - bored, uninterested - that they'd bought her act hook, line, and sinker. What a way to test out her skills? Now, where were they even taking her?

Julia babbled some more as they rounded a corner. Carpet beneath her feet became cold tile. The grouting bumped her heels as she was dragged across the waxed floor. Tile? Was she in the hallway? She would have just looked, but she was busy lolling her head around for effect, and dared not focus her eyes anywhere. After all, she had to keep up appearances.

The calming hiss of piss flooding her diapers came almost as a surprise to her, as if she'd done it by accident. But that was fine - she was just keeping up appearances. This was exactly why she hung out with Sophie so much, and it was satisfying to see all that time wasn't wasted. She looked down and smiled as her diapers swelled to the point that she couldn't dream of closing her legs. She really was the best actor.

"Mmnnpoo, poopy! Julie wanna go poopy, poopy in her diaper!" She kept up the refrain as she was dragged down the hall, focusing only on her swelling, soggy diaper and how pretty it looked as it turned a deeper, darker yellow.

After a few moments, unfamiliar, deep voices caught her attention. It was so weird, hearing male voices. The male aides never really spoke, so all she'd heard the last several days were vixen babbles and the gentle voice of Nurse Miriam.

Julia glanced up to see what was going on. They were just passing the lobby, it looked like, and a bunch of big, strong men in blue clothes were standing around, talking. One of them was talking to Nurse Miriam, looking really concerned. He looked familiar somehow...

It didn't hit until she locked eyes with the big strong man in blue. The men in blue were cops... and the man talking to Miriam was none other than her persistent nemesis, Officer Val. She'd enjoyed her time here so thoroughly, she'd completely forgotten he was onto her! And worse, she saw a spark of recognition in his confused gaze.

Her body acted on pure instinct to protect itself. Without so much as second's hesitation, Julia went lip and slid out from the aide's grasp. She fell to the ground, and before they could turn around, she gave Officer Val a big smile.

"Me poopy! Poopy girl, wanna poopy my diaper. Watch!"

The aides drew back in disgust as she spun around and arched her back out. Her soggy diapered butt thrust out towards the officer. Then, she grunted.

Officer Val gagged, then heaved as he watched Julia's already messy diaper sag and bloat even further. He'd already thought it was as messy as it possibly could be, but he was quickly proven wrong. Logs built up in the upper part of the diaper, and the bulge grew as she pushed more and more into it. Finally the mass of the poop grew too much, and the officer watched it slowly, ever so slowly sag down the back, leaving a deep brown trail in its wake before settling at the bottom of the diaper. Julia's plastic retard pants were already swinging at her mid-thighs, and now it sagged even further down.

Lump after lump of poop bulged out the back of the vixen's diaper, and Officer Val could only watch in fascinated horror as they added to the heft of Julia's diaper. It was like he was entranced by witnessing just how low people could sink to in their lives.

The spell was broken only when the aides grew impatient and grabbed Julia by her shoulders. They dragged her back down the hall, but Julia made sure Val could see her pooping her diapers the entire time.

"Poopy!" she called back before she rounded the corner. "Big blue man wanna smell my poopy?"

The lobby was silent for a few moments, the officers stunned at the disgusting display they were just forced to witness. Miriam clasped her paw across her mouth, faking horror, but secretly hiding an amused smile.

Finally, Val turned to Miriam. "Christ, I thought that was her for a second... but no sane person could debase themselves that much. Look, I guess you're probably right, she isn't here. But I still want to make a sweep later, just to check all my boxes."

Miriam nodded and gave Officer Val a sweet smile. "Of course, Officer! You know I'm only here to help... though, speaking of helping, maybe you could lend a hand in changing these vixens' diapers? You can't imagine how many of them they go through!"

The officers all groaned - Val was too much a goody two shoes to turn down an opportunity to help. Val, on the other hand, gave a wry chuckle. "You know, I think I at least have an idea..."

--5--

Julia stopped struggling as soon as the officer was out of sight. The show was mainly for him, and as far as she was concerned, she'd done all she could to convince him she was retarded. It was very easy to pull off, if she was being honest with herself, and despite the slight embarrassment she felt from debasing herself so thoroughly, it was really fun to go all out into her role like that. It was like a testament to her skills in deception.

And nothing else.

Before Julia could doubt herself, the aides came to a double-wide door in the middle of the hallway. They paused, hit a button to open the door - electronic locks, she noted - and tossed her inside. She flopped to the ground just inside the doorway, and one of the aides kicked her foot inside just as the doors closed again. Apparently, they didn't care much for the wellbeing of their patients.

Unlike Miriam. Julia found herself wishing that the nurse had taken her to whatever room this was herself. At least she would have been gentle... she really was going to miss the motherly maid when she left.

There was no time to waste wishing on what wasn't. Julia stood up (with some difficulty due to her bloated diaper) and brushed herself off before taking in the room. It was dark, very dark, but she could still make out some vague shapes. There were counters, some sort of table in the middle with pointed shadows, a big machine with gas tanks at the end of the room... a hospital room. A checkup? A surgery room?

Wait. It was dark, but she could still see. The door was closed, which means there had to be a window with thick blinds somewhere. The vixen carefully felt her way along the wall until she finally came to what she assumed to be blinds, and pulled.

All at once light flooded the room, and she finally got a good look around. She was definitely in a surgery room. The big machine with tanks in the corner was for anesthesia, and the pointy shadows on the table were actually scalpels and knives attached to the side of an operating table. General medical supplies filled the cabinets on one side of the room, while oversized diapers and baby powder filled the other.

Her heart started to race as she put it all together. The scalpel, Sophie's scar... this is what had happened to her! Julia had expected a rush of fear to follow the elevated heart rate, but instead, she felt this sort of... curiosity. Sophie looked so happy, all the other girls did. The vixen had imagined her in Sophie's place several times over the course of her stay, but while earlier she felt disgust and horror, now she felt... excitement?

No. No, that's not right. It was just a side effect of being here so long. Just another reason to leave. She was going native.

Julia spun around towards the window. It was already unlocked, had no screen, and led onto a fire escape. The police cars were below, but if she could make it onto the roof, she could shimmy along those ropes, scramble up the side of that wall, and...

It was almost too easy to fall back into old habits. Doing this felt comfortable like an old pair of shoes. But those shoes had holes in them. While she felt a certain amount of satisfaction from knowing exactly how she'd evade the police yet again, the feelings that came with it were less welcome. She felt trapped, anxious. Anxious that she'd be found out and go to jail yet again. Feeling trapped in the daycare instead of safe. Trapped in that no matter where she ran, she'd always have to be casing emergency exits everywhere she was, because the police could find her anywhere.

Julia's gaze left the rooftops as she ruminated on those negative feelings and began to wander around the room. It was more sterile than the rest of the building, but there was still an attempt here and there to make it feel homey. Stuffed animals on the wall, a tan color scheme. The people here cared about their patients.

They cared about her.

Her gaze lingered on a pile of extra thick diapers set right next to the window. The doctor could come in any moment and she really ought to be going , but... one snoof for the road couldn't hurt, right?

She approached the stack of diapers with need in her eyes. No, it wouldn't hurt... she probably shouldn't delay, but one snoof, just... just one snoof to remind her of how good it is here before she had to go into the roughness of reality. Just one snoof... she might as well.

The moment she settled her mind, Julia snatched the top diaper off the stack and buried her face deep inside it, huffing like a madman. The loud crackle of plastic was the only thing she could hear, and the smooth, soft plastic rubbed against her fur in all the right ways. Even the scent was perfect: there was something about the clean, fresh smell of a diaper right before it gets loaded.

The vixen's eyes rolled back as she huffed that scent again and again. God she'd miss it... after she got her money, she knew she could buy supplies like this online, but somehow she knew it wouldn't be the same. She had to stay here and get every whiff she could, she had to keep sniffing, she had to keep going. The best time to leave was five, ten minutes ago, she judged with a glance towards the clock on the wall... but one more sniff ans she'd leave. No, two more sniffs, or maybe three or-

As she huffed those clean diapers her stomach began to gurgle. After days in the nursery, she knew exactly what was coming: Nurse Miriam's milk really did a number on everyone's belly. God, she'd really miss that woman.

Past experience told her that it'd be impossible to hold in, and she may as well use her diaper to the max, right?

Julia smiled to herself as she crouched down and prepared for the load that was brewing inside her. Short bursts of gas rumbled deep in her diapers as those thick logs came closer, closer, closer-!

"I'mma poopin my diaper!" the vixen yelled out, and with a grunt she pushed out the first of many logs of shit. Each one stretched her hole to the max, and the sensation damn near drove her to climax. She began to moan, pant, and babble as the back of her diapers stretched out further and further. Every new log meant a fresh, distinct lump in the back of her diaper, one that grew and grew before sliding down to the swinging bottom of her diapers.

The vixen fell to all fours with a thud. A dazed smile stretched across her face, and drool cascaded from her chin onto her tits, soaking the fur there before finally dribbling to the floor. She was fully conscious of everything she did, and very aware of how embarrassing it should be... but mostly, she just felt happy.

"I'm, I'm poopin my diaper! Big stinky poopy diaper! I love diapee, I'm diapee girl!" God it felt good to just let loose and say how she felt. Could she really give this up? "I love my diapees, I, uh... s-squish!"

Though she was still loading the back of her pamps, Julia fell back with a squish, just to feel it press against her body. She began to rub and squish the front of her diapers as her words devolved into babbling. It felt so good. It felt so damn good. And her diapers were so, so big. The brown from the back of her diapers were squished up to the front, and while the very very front was still a beautiful golden yellow color, the brown of all her poopies was quickly traveling up her crotch. She aided it along with squishes, trying to move as much of the poopy to her front as she could, to make room for more poopy in the back.

The tapes strained, the plastic was pulled taut, and the leak guard pulled off her legs with the sheer amount of poop the diaper was holding back. It couldn't hold out forever, however, and soon enough each new log pushed into her diaperbutt meant another log leaking out onto her legs.

This didn't disgust Julia in the slightest. In fact, her smile only got wider. Where else in the world could she just indulge like this? Nowhere else would understand her love of being a big, poopy diaper retard. There was nowhere else she could go. Nowhere else she would even want to go.

She reached out and grabbed one of the logs off the floor. It was claylike, though chunky in some parts, and it broke apart in her paw. Could she really go through with it? The newly freed half-log of poop fell to the floor, and she picked it up with her free paw.

Julia stared at them both for a few moments, then smiled. She knew what she had to do. Her left paw started smearing poop against her breasts and belly, making sure to smear it nice and deep into the fur between her tits. The right one went up to her maw.

There was a slight hesitation. Then, Julia giggled and smiled. "Imaa poopy retard!" she yelled out, and shoved the log in her mouth. It melted quickly as she sucked on it and chewed, and before long her lips were lined with brown. A chunk dripped out of her maw, tumbling down onto the ground with a splat.

"I Julieee! Julie a poopy diaper retard!"

---

Some time passed before there was finally a noise at the door. Someone was struggling with the locks. Rather than rushing towards the window, Julia simply turned towards the door and gave a wide smile to the two nice men coming through, who immediately gagged at the sight and stench of the vixen before them.

"Christ, who the hell left the tard alone for so long? She's gotten shit everywhere!" One of them exclaimed.

"I Julie!" Julia said matter-of-factly. "I poopy, super poopy girl!" Her grin grew even wider, and desperation tinged her voice. "I, I retard! I poopy retard! M-Make Julie poopy retard, Julie wanna be dumb!"

She crawled towards them as fast as her overloaded diapers allowed her. "Do it! Make Julie a retard! Julie a retard, wanna be a retard!" Her begging became louder and louder, more needy as the doctors tried to stumble back.

One of them dashed left, towards the anesthesia, while the other unfortunately tripped back against the wall. Julia clambered on top of him and started bouncing in her diapers. The position might have been erotic for the poor man, had her tits and face not been smeared in shit. "Julie retard! Julie retard!" the fox kept exclaiming.

"Fuck," the doctor said in resignation. "Officer said someone might be faking... sure as hell ain't this one. No one could fake this good. Hurry up and put her under."

A moment later Julia felt a mask snap onto her face and fill with a smell almost like a permanent marker. A tingling numbness spread across her body, and her grin finally faded as she eagerly dove into unconsciousness. This was what she chose, and she had no regrets.

The last thing she saw was the doctor sliding out from under her with a look of pure disgust on his face. Then her eyesight blurred and faded away.

The last thing she heard was the doctor saying, "So much for a sanitary operating theater. Let's get her as clean as we can anyways. I'm going to need to shower after this." Then she heard nothing else.

The last thing she felt was a happy anticipation of her new life to come. Then, for a while, there was nothing.

--7--

The first thing Julie felt was something plush, soft and all around her. It was warm and felt nice, and for a while she was just content to lay there in comfort. She had no thoughts. She didn't open her eyes. She just felt nice, and that was enough.

As the minutes ticked by, the rest of her mind slowly, unsteadily shambled back to life. She could think now, but mostly about how she felt. Maybe she was on a pile of blankets or cushions, or maybe even diapers! Wait - diapers smelled better than this. It couldn't be her crib, that was too firm.

She remained puzzled by the situation but happy nonetheless, until finally she realized she could just open her eyes and look. It didn't frustrate her that she forgot that - she was a silly girl and she knew it. It's what made her special and good!

Julia yawned and opened her eyes. She was laying on something really big and brown... wait! She was on that giant teddy bear in the corner of her nursery! That explained everything! It explained why she was on something big and soft, and it explained why... uh...

Wait, what else did it explain?Julie furrowed her brows. It was supposed to explain something else, right? There was something she felt like she was forgetting... but anyways, it didn't matter. She was in her nursery where she belonged and everything was good and great and perfect and good. What else mattered?

Purely out of habit, Julie stood up and began to walk. Or rather she tried to. She managed to hoist herself onto her feet, sure, but her knees were wobbly beneath her, and the moment she lifted a leg she fell forward onto her hands and knees. Instead of being concerned about this, she giggled. Why did she think she could walk? She wasn't a big girl like Nurse Miriam! Besides, even if she could walk, there's no way she could take a step with that big, bulky diaper spreading her legs apart.

The vixen began to crawl around happily, making little babbling noises to herself as she went. The carpet was so plush beneath her knees! It was soft and warm, unlike that other place she was just at. That place had hard floors, she didn't like that.

Wait, other place? She was just at some other place, so why...?

Julie gingerly felt her forehead. It was smooth as ever, except... except a puckered area where she could feel some stitches and a freshly healed cut. Of course! She went to the place to get the thing, so of course she had the, the... the other thing, the thing on her face. Thinking and remembering was so hard, no wonder she didn't do it much. It was easier not to think.

But this seemed important. What did the thing on her face mean? Maybe it... it...

She gasped. "I did it! I got the loboto... I got the lobo.. Lob... Julie got a..." The word was right there! She knew once she would have stopped to really put brainpower into figuring out the specific word she was looking for, but now the urge to passed over her like water over a rock.

"I did big stupid poopy girl." She said to no one in particular. "I got stupid and now I go poopy in diapers!"

She let out a happy little moan and bounced on her fluffy diaper. The scent of baby powder filled the air around her. "I poopy girl! Stupid poopy girl! I stupid girl!"

As she sang her little song, she realized something felt weird when she spoke... this one didn't take long for her to figure out. She had no more teeth! They must have took them all when she went in to have her... her... head thing done. So she could be stupid girl.

No wave of horror washed over her at the realization, not even a little regret. Instead she just squealed happily. She was a good girl! Good gummy girls could nurse from Nurse Miriam as much as they wanted, and no bites! It was so good that she got those things removed. Now she could focus on what was really important during feeding time - drinking milk!

Nurse Miriam.

Julie realized she hadn't seen the matronly figure yet. Where was the nurse? Her eyes searched the room, and on account of her being the only person standing in the entire area, the vixen found her quickly. She vaguely remembered she used to avoid her for some reason, the word 'suss pish shun' echoed in her mind, but that didn't matter now.

"Nur Mir'im!" Julie called out happily. "Nur Mir'im lookie! Imma, uh, imma poopy! I big poopy girl, watch me! Watch me!"

Mirmam looked up from the other side of the room, then smiled as she saw Julie was back up. "You're a very poopy girl!" she calls encouragingly.

Julie squealed at the attention and immediately hiked her diapered butt in the air. She threw her head back, and with a drooly, toothless smile, she grunted and pushed everything she could into the back of her diaper.

Her very briefly white diapers bulged in the back, and shortly after turned very brown. Lump after lump swelled up and rolled down the back of her diaper, collecting between her legs and swinging in the air. Her front began to flood as well, and diaper sap slowly swelled and spread out her legs as the bulge grew and grew. Before long, Julie was finally empty, and she sat back in her pampers with a loud, stinky splat.

"Aw, good girl! I'm so proud of you!" The nurse called out before going back to the task at hand. She smiled, pleased at the vixen's progress.

Julie giggled and drooled onto her breasts, patting the front of her diaper happily. "Soft lil diapee, big poopy diaper!' she dang to herself as she lost her thoughts to diaper pleasure.

She might have been there until feeding time, happily playing with her diaper, had she not heard a familiar giggle next to her. Warm hands mushed her loaded diaper against her butt, squishing the meds around.

"Zoey!" Julie said happily. She threw her hands around her friend in a big hug, and the two babbled back and forth with each other, occasionally throwing in words like 'poopy' and 'diaper'. It didn't matter they weren't really saying anything, just playing and being with each other was nice enough. Their hands wandered all over each other's body, and they gave each other gummy, open mouth kisses.

It wasn't long before their hands wandered to each other's diapers. Both vixen's plunged their hands inside the mess and pulled out poop to play with. Julie started by smearing it against her breasts, taking the time to mash the logs between them, while Zoey favored smearing it on her face. Before long, though, the logs had found their way into their maws, and the two were happily gumming up each other's shit and swallowing as much as they could.

The flavor was intense, but Julie couldn't get enough of it. It felt so much nicer now that she had no teeth, and her drool mixed with the mess to make her saliva brown. It felt nice going down, too, settling in her stomach all warm and comfy.

The two soon got full, and they cuddled up against each other for their impending food comas. Julie stroked Sophie's hair as they dozed off, and she was happy.

It was a very simple emotion. There was no more worry about the outside world and all that came with it. She had friends, comfort, food and fun. All her needs were to be taken care of...what more could she want?

Julie woke first. She yawned and stretched, and almost got up before realizing Zoey was using her diaper as a pillow. She smiled again and patted the vixen on the head. She was very glad they were friends... but she couldn't let her cuddle forever. It was impossible to reach inside her diaper to eat more poopy without waking Zoey, and her stomach was starting to feel empty again.

Just before she was getting ready to nudge her friend awake, Miriam sat on a chair in the center of the room.

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

Julie gasped, and Zoey jolted awake. Feeding time! Milk! The two tards joined the feeding rush towards Nurse Miriam. They were near the middle of the crowd, but Julie's need for feeding was distracted from a little bit by the sea of lumpy, poopy plastic diaper butts in front of her.

The smell surrounded her and she smiled, eagerly and proudly huffing the air. There were so many different scents to enjoy! She could almost tell which scent came from which messy butt. There really was a surprising amount of nuance to it, once all those other pesky thoughts stopped distracting you from paying attention to what's important.

Pretty soon she made it to the front of the line, and Miriam pulled Julie into her lap with practiced ease. The vixen settled into the nurse comfily, quite enjoying the view of two mammoth breasts hanging above her.

"Well, hi there Julie! Is my big girl feeling all better from the doctor visit?" Miriam cooed at her. The nurse ran her hands all up and down Julie's body and lingered at her scar, checking to make sure it was healing right. Julie just giggled and nodded, thinking the nurse was feeling her up for fun.

"I good big girl! Big dumb poopy girl!" she responded.

Miriam agreed with a nod. "You sure are! Don't think I didn't see you poopy your diaper over there. You're such a good girl, you pushed so much out! I'm really proud of you."

As the nurse kept talking Julie zoned out some - the sentence went over a couple words and there were more than one of them, so it was well beyond the effort Julie was willing to put into understanding. But she did get the words 'poopy' and 'proud of you', and that was enough to make her chest swell with pride. Nurse Miriam was proud of her poopy!

The nurse smiled and stroked Julie's cheek before gently pressing her leaking teat against the vixen's lips. Julie immediately latched on and began to suckle. The first drop of sweet, warm milk sent her to heaven, and she cooed as she snuggled down into Miriam's lap.

She could hear the nurse murmuring something, maybe saying a calming nursery rhyme, but Julie couldn't quite understand it. Then again, she didn't care: all she wanted was more warm, calming milk. Her paws drifted up to Miriam's breasts and kneaded them, forcing more milk out. They were so soft and velvety. Suckle by suckle, Julie's belly began to fill. It was such a warm, comforting sensation.

Not long into the feeding Julie felt a gurgle in her belly, loud and rumbling. A familiar pressure built up in her bowels, pressing at her hole to get out. Julie used to resist these feelings during feedings, never able to stomach the idea of soiling herself on the nurse's lap. Now, though... now there were no pesky worries getting in the way of her fun.

A quiet crackling mixed with the sound of her gentle suckling as the back of her already heavy diapers bulged out even more. Shit built up as a mass before sliding down her diaper and settling there.

As her mess built up it hung off the side of Miriam's lap, swaying in the air below. The diaper was loaded to capacity, and it was sheer luck that Julie stopped when she did. A few logs even hung out the side of her leg cuffs, threatening to plop down to the ground.

"There we go, such a good girl," Miriam said as she pet Julie's ears. "So messy, so happy, so content. And no more teeth for biting!"

The nurse let Julie get her fill for just a little bit longer before popping her teat out and putting it back in her uniform. The vixen cooed and sighed happily. Miram's lap was so comfy.

"Alright cutie, time to change you. Gosh darn pooped your diaper to bursting, didn't ya?"

Julie giggled as Miriam slid her down to the ground. "Julie go big poopies!" she agreed. She laid on her back like a good girl and lifted her legs up, letting Miriam grab them as leverage to help with the change.

Miriam, as always, changed Julie with almost stunning speed and skill. Wipes cleaned every inch of messy fur in seconds, and before long Julie was wiped, powdered, and all taped up. The crinkles of a fresh diaper was music to Julie's ears. It sang of things to come - the thing to come mainly being lots and lots of poopy!

"Alright sweet pea, time to go play with your friends!" Miram rolled Julie onto all fours and patted her butt with a poof cloud of baby powder. The vixen giggled and crawled towards some new vixen she didn't know yet. A new poopy friend to play with!

Julie and the new vixen got along just fine, and were very happy to just babble back and forth, drooling over their breasts and crinkling their freshly changed diapers. That was one of the many advantages of living in the daycare: everyone was so friendly and it was very, very easy to make friends.

Some time into their babbling and cuddles, Julie became vaguely aware of Miriam walking over to her and her friend. She had a man with her, a man in blue clothes with a funny looking hat and a pretty, shiny thing pinned to his shirt. The man looked uncomfortable, and Miriam looked exasperated. Julie didn't care, though - feelings like that were for smart people to deal with, not her.

Miriam said something, and Julie swiveled her ears to listen in. She was mostly focused on how pretty her new friend's breasts were so she did not get all of it, but she understood the gist of what was going on. The blue man was looking for someone, and he thought Julie was the person! She lifted her head to listen a little more intently.

"Well, here you have her," Miriam said. "Does this look like a brilliant criminal to you?" She gestured towards Julie with a roll of her eyes, and the vixen gave a happy little babble in response to the attention. They were talking about her!

"I, uh... well, honestly it looks just like her. Same eye shape, shame facial structure, she's even got the little scar I gave her in the Heinburg chase, but..."

The blue man studied Julie for a little while, a growing look of revulsion on his face. The vixen certainly looked the part at a superficial glance, but the rest of her didn't hold up. Julia the master thief had a certain charm about her, and a certain vanity. No matter how hectic the chase, not a strand of fur ever fell out of place on her beautiful pelt, but this retard's fur was matted, greasy and dull. Specks of brown stained the fur around her lips, and her hands were practically brown as well.

Another point of vanity was her outfit. Julia was known for a fashion sense almost as sharp as her wit, but this vixen was nearly naked. Her breasts hung out naked and free, soaked in drool, and the only thing keeping her from complete shameless nudity was a bulky, high waisted diaper that spread her legs wide and almost reached her tits.

The thing that finally convinced him, however, was her face. Julia's trademark smirk had stolen his heart and wonder years ago - it was the perfect mixture of smug and alluring, perfect for someone who had to often charm her way into high security areas. It had dug its claws into his heart years ago and never let go since. But this vixen wore a wide, toothless grin, plastered on her face in an awkward and mindless way. Cascades of thick drool pooled in her gaping maw and dribbled off her chin, and her tongue hung askew inside.

Chunky green snot burbled out of her nose and onto her upper lip and again onto her chin, occasionally dripping onto her breasts. The officer shuddered to think of why, unlike the rest of her face, her lips were completely free of the snot.

What really sealed the deal, however, were her eyes. They were the right color, right shade and everything... but Julia's gaze was sharp and threatening. You could never relax around her, because you knew you were dealing with a dangerous, wiley creature, and you were apt to get hurt if you weren't careful. This vixen's eyes had none of that. They were dull, unfocused and slightly crossed, and more than that... they were genuinely happy.

Finally, the man shook his head. "No. This can't be her. She looks just like her, but the master thief Julia Ruby could never debase herself this far just to escape me. She'd rather go to jail than be seen like this. It couldn't possibly be her."

Julia Ruby? Julie tipped her head a little... the name sounded familiar. It sounded kinda like her name! But... but it wasn't. Her name wasn't Julia, it was Julie! And plus, her name didn't even have two parts, it would be too hard to remember. She was always just Julie.

This other girl must have been a bad girl to make the funny man in blue all sad and worried about her. But Julie wasn't a bad girl! She just had to show the funny man and he would go away, and she could keep having fun with her friends.

"I... imma good girl!" she said with some effort. "I super good girl!"

Miriam smiled kindly down at her, and even the man in blue gave an amused little grin. "Of course you are, sweetie. I believe you, I was just confused is all."

This seemed to make Miriam happier, but the man kept frowning. Julie wasn't convinced she'd proven her goodness quite enough. Luckily it didn't take much thinking to figure out how to prove it: good girls filled diapers!

The vixen lifted her rump high in the air and looked back at the man in blue with a happy grin. "Julie best girl! Julie super, super good girl, cuz Julie go poopy. Watch me poop!"

With a grunt, Julie pushed as hard as she could into her diapers. For a few moments there was only the hiss of piss flooding her diaper. The plastic fabric between her legs quickly turned yellow and began to sag between her legs, hanging heavy there. However, it wasn't long before a crackling filled the air, and the back of her diapers turned a deep brown. A bulge grew there in a large clump, and swelled larger and larger before finally, slowly sliding down her formerly white diapers to join the yellow, mushy sap between her legs.

The man in blue audibly gagged as Julie loaded up her diapers, but that didn't stop her. Bulge after bulge of shit clumped up high on her diaper seat, only to join all the rest in slumping to the bottom. Soon enough her diapers were straining with the load, and the vixen felt herself emptied out. Miriam's super sweet milk made really good poopy!

It made really smelly poopy too. Julie took a deep whiff of the air and moaned, eyes rolling back as the stink set off all the pleasure centers in her reduced brain. Miriam chuckled, but the blue man looked green.

"Oh! Wanna sniff? Stinks super good, Julie go all poopy. Sniff my poopy, imma stinky poopy girl!"

Without waiting for a response, she shoved her diaper clad butt out towards the officer, who stepped back with another gag. "N-No, no please! I believe you, you're a very good girl"

Finally satisfied, Julie plopped her butt to the ground with a wet thwump and started babbling happily. She made the blue man think she was a good girl! Now she could get back to playing with her friends and making poopy, just like the good girl she was.

Miriam and the man in blue kept talking for a little bit before walking away, but Julie had stopped paying them any mind long before that. She had caught sight of Sophie halfway across the room and started crawling towards her as soon as the blue man gave his approval. After all, the blue man was old news, quickly forgotten about. All she wanted to do was play with her friend and be a good poopy girl.

When she reached Sophie she immediately plunged her face into the other vixen's overloaded poopy retard pants as a greeting. Unbeknownst to her, she had succeeded in her goals beyond her wildest dreams. Despite coming face to face with the man who had spent years tailing her, her disguise had held up, and not even he could realize who she really was.

But that didn't matter. Heck, she didn't even realize it! What mattered was that she was a good girl, and she had friends, love, cuddles, and someone to take care of her. All that, plus all the poopy diapers she could ever dream of. She had everything she ever wanted.

Life was absolutely perfect.

--Epilogue--

Months passed. Every day felt more or less the same to Julie, and the lines between them blurred. All her moments were spent in constant bliss, so what would there be to break it up? For other tards they got visits from family, friends, even former coworkers for those who had became tards later in life, but there was no one to visit Julie. No one... until there was.

Julie was brought to the visiting room late one evening, just before bedtime. She was confused momentarily, but like all negative emotions, that passed quickly, and soon enough she was happily babbling in the room alone. It was hard to keep the vixen down for more than a moment.

Next to the door was a window. A tall wolf peered inside, hands in his pockets. He wore a leather jacket and ratty jeans that made his lean frame look even thinner. Despite the dodgy getup, Miriam stood beside him with a wide smile.

"Thanks again for showing up, Lukas." she said. "It just broke my heart knowing that every one of my wards got a visitor at least once a month except her. You can't imagine my surprise when I got your email. You'll be coming again, right?"

The wolf almost didn't realize that the nurse was talking to him. Right, Lukas was the name he gave her. He wasn't dumb enough to out his real identity like that. "Of course," he lied. "I'm just so happy I finally figured out where my dear Julia ended up, I can't imagine not coming again."

Miriam let out a happy little noise. "Oh-! I can't tell you how happy I am to hear that! Now, go ahead and head in, take as long as you need. Visiting hours are technically over, but I think we can make an exception. Just stop by the front desk on your way out, I'm sure I'll have the rest of the vixens sleeping by then."

He gave her a friendly nod and stepped inside, closing the door behind him softly. The room was rainbow colored with vibrant paint on the walls, as well as some soft toys scattered around the floor, presumably. The wall and ground was padded, and there was nothing in the way of seating, so he stood there, looking down at her.

Julia. There she was after all this time. He had expected she'd fucked off to Tahiti, Jamaica, somewhere nice. He wouldn't have imagined to find her here... dressed like that. If this were an act, she really was dedicated to it. The vixen's maw was wide and toothless, spilling drool all over the place and especially on her tits. Her fur was matted and dull, temporarily clean but absolutely neglected in a way the master burglar would never have allowed. More interesting than all that, however, was her diaper. It was thick, bulky and white, spreading her legs wide and lifting her rump substantially off the floor. Though it was freshly changed, the wolf could only imagine how big it must get after being used. The waistguard went up to her tits: these things must regularly be overloaded for her to need that much protection.

"My, my, how you've fallen Julia. When the rumors started going around I didn't believe them, but you never showed up to our rendezvous." The wolf grinned wide down at the drooling fox in front of him. She returned the smile, but could not match the maliciousness behind it. "Do you remember me, Julia? I'm-"

"Mr. Wuffles!" Julie interrupted the wolf with a giggle. "Hi, Mr. Wuffles!"

Mr. Wuffles chuckled and shook his head. "Sure thing," he said to her. "I'm Mr. Wuffles. It's probably for the best you don't remember my real name. Do you remember anything at all?"

He waited for a response. Julie grinned vacantly at him while she crinkled her clean diapers, humping them against the ground.

"The robbery? Our partnership? Anything?"

Again, there was no response. The vixen filled the dead air with soft little babbles, but gave no hint that she even vaguely understood what he was saying. He shook his head in amazement. He'd imagined that something terrible had happened to keep her in here so long, but this was much worse than he'd ever imagined.

"Well alright then, seems you really are empty in there. To think I used to look up to you." The wolf slowly circled the drooling vixen, getting a nice, long look at her. She was pretty damn filthy, but at least that diaper was clean. It was the biggest one he'd ever seen though: part of him wondered if she could walk, but he knew with retard pants that thick not even he could stay steady.

"I can't imagine how many of those you go through," he murmured. Her eyes lit up. He raised an eyebrow. Was there a little brain left in there after all? "I mean, I didn't even know they made them that big. Must be special order for special retards like you, I bet you make a lot of mess. Don't ya?"

Julie squealed happily, bouncing up and down to make her diaper crinkle. "Julie big poopy diaper girl! Big diaper hold biiiig poopy, lotsa yummy snacks for Julie!"

"Ah, so you can talk. Just... only about diapers, then?"

The vixen babbled a bit in response, making no real words except 'poopy' over and over again under her breath. Mr. Wuffles shook his head and sighed. "Don't expect you want any of the haul. Got the whole thing after it all went down, all ten million. Tell ya what... I'll hold up my end of the deal and give you your whole cut... but only if you can get up and ask for it using big girl words.

This got no response either... Julie was far too engrossed in her clean diapers to really care. Every time she patted the front of her retard pants a faint white cloud of baby powder poofed into the air, and it made such a nice crinkly sound! She liked that a lot more than the mouth noises Mr. Wuffles was making.

Finally the wolf shrugged. "Alright, well it was your choice. It's nice, Julia, to see you so happy... you were always so angry and mean when you were smart. Guess it took taking away all those smarts to finally get you that peace you wanted. You're retarded and you love it."

He stopped in front of her and slid a hand into his jacket, rustling around for a moment. Julie heard a crinkle and looked up - another diaper? To her disappointment, he pulled out several stacks of crisp bundles of bills. He tossed it to the ground in front of her.

"Never say I ain't a man of my word. I'll still give you a little, ten thousand. Call us even, yeah?"

Julie looked at the bundles of cash for a few moments with her head tipped to the side. They didn't look like toys, didn't look like food... what were they for? A vague part of her remembered you could give them to people to get stuff... but she got as many diapers as she wanted, so why would she bother?

Wait - diapers! The vixen's eyes lit up as she realized why Mr. Wuffles dropped the green papery stuff in front of her. They made kinda crinkly noises... so they must be things you put in diapers!

The tard shoved wad after wad of cash down the front of her diaper in glee, giggling as the funny texture brushed up against her skin. "Diapee!" she cried out. "Feel good in my big diapee!"

Christ. The wolf shook his head. It was a pathetic sight to behold, to see the best thief in the underground reduced to... this. But she was happy. In the end, that was what she was chasing anyway. No sense in complicating it with money.

As Julie began to hump the cash in her diapers, Mr. Wuffles turned to leave. "Goodbye, Julia. At least the cash will be a sorta tip for whoever's unlucky enough to change your poopy diapers."

"W-Wait Mr. Wuffles!"

The wolf paused and flicked his ears back to listen.

"Imma... imma good girl! Julie good girl!"

He almost left again, but the crinkling paused for a moment, then began with a new vigor. It sounded different this time, not like she was humping, but like she was...

He turned around. Julie had both of her hands plunged down the front of her diapers and was furiously masturbating in her diaper. The white fabric bulged out in front, shaking as she desperately felt herself up. It must be difficult to get off with that much loss of coordination, but she seemed to be doing it well enough.

A certain musk arousal tinged the air, one that the wolf was very familiar with. He watched with interest at the pure joy and pleasure that the retard seemed to be experiencing. Her breasts jiggled with every movement, her eyes were glazed and rolled back, little simpering moans escaped her mouth, and she wore a wide, slack jawed grin that exposed her gummy, slobbery maw...

The wolf wasn't surprised to feel his briefs tighten. That maw had to feel amazing, didn't it? Some part of him longed to go find out for himself, but a rare tinge of doubt stopped him. He was sure that Julie would enjoy it, but was it right?

After a moment he shook his head. No, he wasn't horny enough to ignore that question and he didn't care enough to answer it. He was about to turn back when a hiss filled the air.

Julie moaned and burbled as she flooded her diapers with warm piss. The scent joined the mixture of both of their arousal. The front of her padding began to swell up and sag, forcing her legs even further apart as they pressed against the ground. White washed away with a dark yellow that gradually crept up the front of her crotch before slowly traveling back down between her legs. God, how much piss could this girl make? The diaper continued to balloon, losing all form as the plastic front was pushed out to its max.

The wolf's cock swelled at the sight, and he adjusted himself unconsciously. The smell wasn't bad, almost enjoyable, but what really entranced him was the sight of her retard pants swelling up so much. It had to be so soft and mushy, warm even... it had to feel great against a cock... great from either end.

The noisy stream flooding Julie's diapers finally ceased, but it was quickly replaced with a loud crackling noise. Julie fell onto all fours and turned around, lifting her rump high in the air and lifting her tail so she could show off for the nice man. Just like she showed off for the man in blue! He stared, almost rooted to the ground, as the back of her diapers bulged out an obscene amount. That bulge turned brown, and after a moment broke off, rolling down the back of the diapers and settling with a squish between her legs. The weight combined with the bloated, sappy diaper front caused the whole thing to sway. The wolf found it tantilizing.

Julie giggled and moaned happily as bulge after bulge swelled, grew, then broke apart, joining everything else between her legs. It wasn't long before the entire seat of her diaper was a dark brown. The color mixed with the yellow in the front to turn everything an interesting, filthy brownish-yellow.

"Imma poopy girl!" Julie yelled out happily. "Poopy big poopy! Do a big poopy in my diapers!"

After she finally emptied herself, Julie turned back to face her new friend and fell back on her diaper with a loud thwump. She moaned and rubbed the outside of her diaper for a moment to mix things up before simply shoving her hands back down there.

"Julie love poopy! Poopy taste good, Julie make lots of poopy snack!"

She started to say 'poopy' again and again, almost turning it into a mantra as she started to shove handful after handful of shit in her mouth. She chewed greedily, and though half of the mush dropped back out onto her breasts, she still managed to swallow an impressive amount of it without a hint of disgust. It genuinely tasted amazing to her.

The smell mixed with the arousal and piss scent in the air. The wolf knew he should be disgusted, but instead he could barely keep himself from whipping his cock out and enjoying the display fully. That diaper had to feel amazing on her, and she looked like she was just having the best time. He even briefly wondered how poopy - er, shit tasted, before shaking his head to clear it of the thought.

There was little time to dwell on it before Julie let out a loud, distorted, squealing moan, and bucked the air as she finally achieved a body-wracking orgasm, squirting into her diaper and turning the stain slightly less yellow with the amount. Then she fell to her back, panting and smiling like this was the best thing in the world.

"Julie... Julie good girl, good poopy girl. Mr. Wuffles want poopy?"

Mr. Wuffles stood there for a moment. Christ, did that just really happen? And even more... did he enjoy it? A glance down to his raging tent said that he did.

His hand slid down to his zipper, fingering it for a moment. It wouldn't hurt to try it... and he knew for sure Julie would love it. Why not give in? It would be a good time for everyone involved - and he could see just how good all the dirty filth felt.

Just as he began to tug the zipper down there came a knock at the door. The wolf jumped and quickly adjusted his pants, tucking his throbbing cock in his waistband before turning around. The door opened, and Miriam walked in with a broad smile.

"Well I'm sorry Lukas, but I can't have you here any longer. After hours visits are rare enough, and I have the security guard asking questions. But - well, you're welcome to come back any time, just email me first. I'll set everything up."

The wolf looked back at the filthy Julie, still coming down from her explosive climax, and half-grinned. "I think I'll be coming back pretty often, Miriam. Julie here seems lonely, and it's a pleasure to visit her."

Nurse Miriam returned the wolf's smile. "Oh yes, Lukas, I'm sure you and Julie are going to have plenty of fun visits in your future. I can't wait for you to return."