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Epilogue

Janet's memories of her previous life had just about vanished completely from her mind. She still had the occasional dream where she recalled a few people, places, and feelings she had had when amongst her own kind. Those, however, were quickly forgotten upon waking, evaporating in the morning sun as the dew on the many flowers and bushes did every day on the Isle of Foxes.

The young woman had trouble forming any coherent thoughts at this point, beyond the primal instincts of hunger, tiredness, and the desire for cleanliness whenever she had properly soiled herself and desired a change.

In fact, there was really little difference between her and an actual infant other than her size. She would fuss, and communicated the majority of her feelings through giggling happily or beginning to cry when she yearned for a specific kind of attention. The foxes, of course, were always quick to quiet her down so as not to displease the matron or the chieftess, as the responsibilities of their new pet were taken very, very seriously.

She rarely wanted for anything, since to her the greatest pleasure she could receive was a stomach full of warm milk, and the soft caress of the sponge baths she received whenever her mostly liquid diet poured through her and into the back seat of her diaper.

The clacking of plastic keys or the bouncing of a stuffed animal puppeted by one of the foxes attending her was the greatest form of entertainment she could possibly imagine. An increasingly effective distraction whenever the foxes cleaned her, or wanted to lure her to another part of their village as the source of evening entertainment when she was to be put on parade.

To an extent, they had some relative success with training her. The leash that was attached to her collar was one that she had become well familiar with. She would no longer fuss or pull when she was led about on her hands and knees, her padded rear giving her a distinct waddle that the tribe found most amusing. As long as there was something brightly colored in front of her, or soft and cuddly like the stuffed animals the foxes had collected for her, she would be more than willing to blindly follow wherever the foxes guided her.

She had become used to her routine, which consisted mostly of being fed and cooed over by the foxes.

She was no longer tied up every night, as her will was no longer strong enough to even conceptualize the idea of escaping. Instead, several of the foxes had put their strengths together and constructed a large crib for her that remained in the tent she was originally held hostage in.

The bars of the crib could be locked into place with wooden beams that were simply too heavy for her to lift, even if she had any idea how to remove them. During the night, she was snuggly locked in and given several of her stuffies for company. And throughout the night, several foxes would check in on her to ensure that she was sleeping soundly, as well as to check on the state of her diaper. She would occasionally need changing throughout the night to prevent any rashes, as both she and the foxes had learned the hard way.

Though they had the salves needed to cure the rash, they still preferred to keep her clean and happy as opposed to constantly sniffling due to a glowing red bum. This too she became accustomed to, after a few nights of behaving fussily due to being woken up, she eventually learned to simply relax and keep her eyes closed while the foxes wiped her down and repowdered her bottom. She would mumble, and occasionally babble at them during her midnight changes, but stay well behaved enough for them to do their job.

The foxes had also come to the conclusion that it was easiest to keep her clean by keeping her freshly shaven. Carved seashells were used to meticulously keep her completely hairless all the way up to her neck. There was some debate on whether shaving her completely bald would be easier, as maintaining the hair on her head required additional maintenance to keep clean from natural sweat and grime.

However, after several of the female foxes had found great pleasure in braiding and otherwise decorating her hair with bows, shells, and beads, it was decided that she would be allowed to keep her hair. After all, some of the foxes had joked, the only way to make a human look even more unappealing is to remove the only plethora of fur they could enjoy.

So she was maintained, shaved once a week to keep her mess an easier ordeal to deal with and thus keeping her completely smooth. Her skin was somewhat of an oddity and a great point of interest to the foxes. With soap they would lather her, keeping her smooth and soft to the touch. The stroking of fur covered paws over her sensitive skin was a source of great pleasure for both her and the foxes, and so they fell into a mutual exchange of caressing and enjoying being caressed.

She was their pet, and what good is a pet than to give soft, physical attention to for the pleasure of both parties.

With their new docile charge now a part of their daily life, the task of educating the younger foxes on how to take care of their special, infantilized guest had become the new item on the agenda for the tribe. With it came many lessons and instructions, which were all the duty of the matron fox who was viewed as the fox that had the most experience and skill when it came to taking care of Janet.

Hidden amongst the vine-covered trees, a small group of young foxes were gathered round the matron, listening intently as she continued to lecture on the subject of the day.

"Now, normally getting all of the food into her tummy is as problematic as she gets. There's a very specific way of spooning it into her mouth, which I will demonstrate..."

One of the foxes began to whisper to his neighbor, smirking as he did so and nodding over to the young woman. Janet had been leashed to a small post outside of her nursery hut, and was drooling profusely. A spot of sunshine had alighted on her forehead, and the warmth that came with it was dulling her already passive mind to a pleasurable level of numbness.

The fox whispered, "She looks even dumber than a toddler kit that got into his mother's berry stash and ate his fill."

The other fox gave him a look, not wanting to get into trouble since they were both supposed to be paying attention. Still, she could not help but feel the corners of her lip twitch as she imagined what her friend said in her head. It was accurate, stupefied and full of sugary berries the human did very well appeared as if she were stuffed to the gills and unable to think.

"Just look at her diaper, how does that thing even hold up when she's pooping in it five times a day?"

One of the other foxes whispered to another, who was unable to contain her reaction and laughed so loudly that it caused heads to swivel in their direction.

The matron looked over the heads of her students at the two whispering foxes in disapproval, her voice taking on a forced sweetness as she addressed them.

"Mara, since you seem to be so interested in the baby's diaper I'm sure you would love to volunteer to help me through a diaper change demonstration."

Mara, the fox who had laughed nodded sheepishly. Her friend next to her was keeping her eyes low, and Mara glanced sideways at her to give a playfully dirty look. Deciding that she ought to make the best of the situation, the young fox moved past her other classmates who stared at her as she walked past them.

She could tell they were not envious of her, but getting the matron's attention and personal instruction was something to be coveted. After all, the vixen in charge had announced that by the end of the course, one of the foxes would be nominated to be her successor. Being the matron fox was only a few steps away from being the chieftess, and even if it meant being on diaper duty 24/7 it remained a much desired position in the fox tribe.

Mara stood in front of Janet now, her forepaws crossing over her front as she waited for the matron to instruct her. Janet's eyes wandered up from the keyring she had been chewing on and alighted on Mara, her blank expression barely registering that a new individual had presented herself to Janet.

From what Mara understood, Janet struggled to distinguish between the foxes except for the matron and the chieftess. With so much time spent with her, Janet had started to call the matron fox "Mama" and the chieftess "Gama" to the great amusement of the entire tribe.

The matron addressed Mara, her attention snapping up to the vixen's face.

"After the baby finishes her lunch, she usually has a routine mess that we try to clean up as soon as it happens."

Behind her, Mara's young, sensitive ears picked up another whispered comment.

"Just look at how big her diaper is now, it's going to take forever to wipe her down!"

Another came shortly afterward.

"Why isn't she bibbed all the time? She produces as much drool as the ocean has water in it..."

Mara nodded, swiveling her ears forward towards the matron as not to become

too distracted by the teasing behind her. The matron appeared to take note of this, and nodded approvingly as she knelt down in front of Janet. Placing a paw authoritatively on her chest, she pushed on Janet until the woman relented and laid down on her back. The matron spoke, placing the paw on the front of Janet's diaper, which had turned slightly discolored and was visibly swollen with pee.

"The baby is used to her diapers being changed, but will occasionally grow fussy if they take too long. This is easily remedied by giving her a toy to keep her distracted while you clean her up. She knows to behave when she is being changed, but sometimes grows bored and needs a little entertainment."

The matron nodded inside of the tent, continuing to speak.

"Jump in there and get a stuffed animal, any will do."

Moving promptly as ordered, Mara stepped over Janet's lythe form and into the

hut. Spotting a basket full of toys almost immediately, she selected a brightly colored canine she thought would serve the purpose of keeping the oversized baby stimulated. She returned at once, and the matron nodded approvingly once more.

The matron raised her voice, turning her head to address the class once more.

"Now watch carefully as I undo the tapes, it's important to keep the diaper

unfolded underneath her while you clean her up. You will be disposing of the wipes and diaper in one package."

A ripple of excited chittered broke through the class as they watched the matron work, the noise rising so much that the teasing began to come out in full force.

"She's so smelly, eugh!"

"Should we be feeding her so much if she poops like this?"

"So it is the diaper that gives her such a big butt, she's so doofy!"

"I bet she's super ticklish while she's being changed!"

"She's getting drool all over the stuffie now!"

Janet was indeed intently gnawing on that stuffed animal's ear during her

change, seemingly completely oblivious to the fact that she was now stark naked in front of a captivated audience. Mara stood at attention next to the kneeling matron, watching closely as the matron wiped downwards and began to clean up Janet's bottom.

"We haven't had a rash in a few weeks, but that does not mean that we don't want to take steps against this. This salve that we make usually does the trick, dab between her buttocks like this when you finish cleaning her up.

Grasping Janet by the legs, she lifted her up before sliding the dirtied diaper out from underneath her. Turning her head to Mara, the matron addressed her.

"Hand me a clean diaper now, would you dear?"

Mara obeyed, stooping to pick one up from the pile that stood outside of Janet's nursery hut before pawing it over to the matron. Accepting it, the matron used one paw to unfold before sliding it underneath Janet's raised bottom, speaking up.

"If you're changing her alone, this is usually sufficient. However the baby usually likes to have her diaper fluffed before it's taped up. You can make up for that, however, by giving her diaper a few pats after putting it on her."

With deft paws, the matron lowered Janet's looks and brought out the wings of her diaper over the woman's thighs. Raising the front of her padding over her privates, the matron completed the tape job with practiced ease. Turning, she spoke to Mara as a smile spread across her face.

"Would you pat her diaper bottom for me, Mara?"

Kneeling beside the matron, Mara extended a paw forward and began to gently pat Janet's bottom. The woman raised her legs up to allow her better access to it, and began to gurgle appreciatively at the attention. She cooed, audibly pleased with the attention she was receiving.

The motley group of young foxes behind her burst into delighted laughter, the uproar rising in volume as their teasing intensified.

"Look at the happy little baby!"

"She's probably going to poop again now..."

"She's such a big diaper dummy!"

"The baby almost chewed the stuffie's ear off!"

"Is she peeing? I think she's peeing..."

"Mara's the baby's new Mommy! The baby loves her!"

At this last comment, Mara grew visibly red in the face. The matron flatly ignored all of the commentary, balling up Janet's used diaper into a neat package before turning to the crowd. The vixen spotted the young fox who had shouted the last comment, giving him a fish-eyed glare as she held the soiled diaper in front of her.

The matron spoke, a steely sweetness in her voice as she addressed the fox boy.

"Vic, you will be so kind as to take the baby's used diaper to the disposal area."

The crowd's jeering stopped, and they all "Oohed" collectively at the crest-fallen fox who was tasked with dirty diaper duty. He nodded glumly, reaching forward to accept the diaper from the matron. Holding it a foot away from his chest, he awkwardly stepped away headed towards the dispenser. Behind him, the foxes giggled at him as a few gave him a friendly wave goodbye. The matron clapped her paws, bringing their attention back to her as she chittered.

"Now then, the baby is going to be put down for her nap for the afternoon but we will convene later after she has finished resting. This evening we will go over how to give her a bath, which may be necessary if her diaper is especially dirty."

The foxes gave restrained nods, keeping their thoughts to themselves for once as they thanked the matron for her time. As they began to depart, the matron turned to Mara.

"Thank you for helping me today Mara, I think the baby took a liking to you."

Mara smiled, close-lipped, and nodded her appreciation to the matron's thanks. Her gaze turned back to Janet, who appeared to be blinking sleepily while she continued to chew on her toy. The young woman appeared very much ready for a nap, having become somewhat tuckered out from so much attention during her public diaper change.

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"As you can see, lifting the handle of the spoon upwards aids in making sure most of the morsel remains inside of her mouth."

The matron removed the spoon from Janet's mouth, scooping another portion of applesauce from the container in her right paw before repeating the movement she had just described.

The class had gathered around her once more, as it was now dinner time for Janet a couple of hours after her nap had ended. There was some excitement in the group of gathered foxes, as it was announced at the beginning of the session that Janet would be receiving a sponge bath during which several of the foxes would be expected to directly assist.

The feedback had started up once more, which Janet blithely ignored even as some more applesauce dripped down from her chin and onto her bib, which displayed a small feral fox design on its pink front.

"Could she even feed herself if she tried?"

"She's still drooling!"

"We're going to have to change her after her bath I bet..."

"Is she peeing right now?"

"She can't even close her legs because of her diaper!"

"Do you think the matron would let us take rides on the baby's back while she's crawling around?"

Mara stood close to the matron, as that day's previous direct participation had given him something of a confidence boost. She had not minded helping in taking care of the baby, and the daunting prospect of potentially being in charge of her well-being seemed just a little bit less scary now.

The matron spoke up once more, reading for another cup of applesauce preservation before opening it with a protracted claw.

"The baby usually needs to eat at least four of these containers if that's what she's having for dinner. If she gets hungry later, it's likely because she did not have her fill before. We prefer to make sure she's full so we don't have to deal with the cleanup after any midnight snacks."

The foxes nodded, Mara making eye contact with the matron before the matron began to spoon in the last of the applesauce, speaking up once more.

"Mara, dearest, would you go into the nursery and grab her bathing supplies? It'll all be in a tub with sponges and washcloths in it. There should be some warmed up water in there as well, by the firepit."

The young fox promptly obeyed, returning a few minutes later with a small plastic tub filled with soapy water containing several floating sponges and clothes inside. Nodding approvingly, the matron pointed with an applesauce covered spoon to a patch of grass next to Janet, chittering softly.

"Right there, yes. We'll give her her bath in the open today, the sun will keep the water warm."

The excitement grew as the last of the applesauce was consumed, leaving Janet with a face, bib, and chest covered in small smatterings of the sweet fruit. She appeared ripe for the bathing, and the class of young foxes appeared eager to get their paws wet.

"Now everyone, I'm going to take the baby's diaper and bib off and I expect everyone to grab a sponge or cloth. Remember to dab gently, we want to keep her skin soft."

There was the sound of swishing tails and paws scampering over to the tub, where each fox in turn took a soaked washing item in preparation. The vixen made short work of Janet's bib, checking to see how wet her diaper was before taking it off and carefully folding it nearby to be reapplied once the bath was complete.

"She might pee herself during the bath!"

One of the foxes exclaimed, to which the matron replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Then she will water the grass, come along let's get her sudsy"

Janet was coaxed onto the grassy spot, and laid out on her back. She gurgled, staring up dumbly at the group of foxes that loomed over her and began to gently massage her with their washcloths.

The young woman smiled, enjoying the sensation of warm water being gently

poured over her as the foxes spoiled her with their attention. Accompanied by an ever growing amount of commentary, that is.

"Imagine how badly she would smell if we didn't clean her up like this!"

"She smells bad anyway..."

"I've got the apple sauce on her face!"

"Hey, I wanted to clean that!"

"She has to be the biggest baby in the whole world..."

"Hey look! She's ticklish on her feet!"

"Do we scrub behind her ears or not?"

The matron looked on, watching approvingly as the foxes took eagerly to their

work. She would occasionally add some constructive criticism, guiding the foxes towards the idea that Janet should be cleaned from head to toe. Janet's head was eventually lowered into the tub, and the matron demonstrated how her hair should be washed and cleaned, utilizing a different kind of soap.

"She smells so good now!"

"I wish she smelled like this all the time..."

"It's a good thing we keep her shaved for these baths, but doesn't she get cold?"

"Haha, her dirty diapers keep her warm enough I bet!"

"Hey baby! Look at these jingly keys!"

"Careful she doesn't start chewing on your paws, you look just like her stuffies!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

As the bath eventually drew to its conclusion, the matron's eyes met with Mara's

before she posed a question.

"Mara, would you like to be the one to put the baby's diaper back on?"

The young vixen swallowed, taking a moment to think about it before nodding

hesitantly. The other foxes quieted down as they watched her pick up Janet's partially used diaper. Turning, she knelt down in front of Janet who had now mostly dried up in the sun's rays.

Awkwardly at first, the vixen spread the young woman's legs before grasping her by the ankles the same way she had seen the vixen do. Unfolding the diaper with her other free paw, and seeing that it was already pretty soggy inside, she slid it underneath Janet's raised cheeks, which gleamed in the sunlight.

Once her bottom was over the back of the diaper, Mara lowered her legs and spread them apart again. For a moment she appeared lost for what to do next, but the matron remained quiet. She was watching intently, hoping to see that Mara had been paying close attention during their previous lesson.

At last, Mara appeared to figure out what she should do next. Bringing Janet's legs closer together, she pulled at the wings of the diaper and brought the heavy, soaked front of the diaper over the young woman's privates. Next, the tape job. Mara could tell that she was certainly not as adept at this part as the matron, but to her satisfaction she was able to secure them in a fashion that appeared snug, if not entirely symmetrical.

When the task had been completed, the foxes cheered and clapped for Mara who appeared a little flustered at the attention.

"Well done Mara, that should keep the baby clean and comfortable for the night."

The other foxes began to disperse, as the matron announced shortly afterward that class was done for the day. Mara remained behind, having volunteered to escort Janet to her crib for the evening.

Speaking to the matron, Mara allowed herself a bit of her own humor to show as she asked.

"So, what's the most number of diapers the baby has gone through in a day?"

To her surprise, the matron chuckled and shook her head. A second later, she replied with humor in her voice.

"Nine, she had the runs that day. It was awful..."

Mara laughed in response, giving Janet's leash and soft tug as the two vixens guided her back to her tent, where she would be secured into her crib for the night. Undoubtedly, she would need to be changed once more the following morning after her bedtime accidents.