*Something The Anon on FA commissioned from me. As with all things I post here here, it is very dark.
“Wuv poopies!” Emmy giggled, slobbering all down
her chin. The dragoness was wearing just a thick, crinkly diaper around her
waist, stained brown and lumpy in the back with her load
“Oh, looks like you made another stinky.” Sarah, a
“Shut up.” Annie, another dragoness, muttered next
“Oh it’s so big and mushy, you like your stinky bottom
so much don’t you, you little dumb tard?”
“I said shut up.” Annie growled in annoyance
If she had known how much trouble the cloning experiment
would cause her, she never would have agreed to it. Emmy was her clone. Her
failed clone rather. Annie was the smartest person in the lab where they worked
whereas Emmy was… well her well used diaper said it all.
“Oh come on, I’m just joking.” Sarah laughed. She
walked over to Emmy and pulled back the waistband of her diaper “Phew! You
don’t poop this much do you?”
In reality, Annie did. Dragonesses were noble animals and
everything but they also could poop as much as a cow. Annie had learned that
she needed to give toilets one or two courtesy flushes or else she would clog
them. Thanks to Emmy, now everyone who worked with her knew just how much
dragonesses pooped too.
“Let’s just change her.” Annie said. She walked
over to pick up a fresh diaper for Emmy. Emmy’s diapers were thick, as in
thick, medical grade, three tapes on each side diapers. They weren’t made for
subtlety or even walking. They were meant so the wearer could deposit the
maximum amount of poop.
“Upside daisy!” Sarah giggled, breaking the tapes
on Emmy’s diaper. Below her Emmy gurgled, spitting all over her free breasts.
“No! No change!” Emmy said, moving from side to
side in an attempt to keep her heavily used diaper on
“Shut up you tard.” Annie said. She rather roughly
pulled back Emmy’s diaper and wiped her poopy bottom down. Then, sliding the
clean diaper under Emmy, she taped it shut around her waist.
“Tanks sis! Hee hee!” Emmy drooled
Annie turned red with irritation. Emmy had taken to calling
her ‘sis’ as in sister because they shared the same face. As though it wasn’t
bad enough already that Annie had to see a mirror of herself shitting diapers
and getting her butt wiped all the time!
“Aww, that’s cute!” Sarah said. She, like everyone
else, enjoyed poking fun at Annie for her predicament.
“Okay, okay.” Annie stood up to leave and noticed
Emmy squatting and straining “Oh come on…”
“P-poopies!” Emmy grunted. Her diaper pushed out,
the first turd entering it. The plastic crinkled and stained brown, her diaper
pulling down as Emmy made a mess in her pants. A familiar smell assaulted
Emmy turned to Annie, proud of what she had done “I
made a pwesant for you sis! Poopy in my diapey!”
That night Annie flopped on her bed, utterly exhausted. It
had only been about a week since the failed cloning experiment and already she
was so sick and tired of that dumb clone who shared her face. Casually she
slipped her fingers under her panties and rubbed. She sighed. At least she
could still do this every night. Slowly she massaged, building up to a climax.
Annie moaned with pleasure. Maybe it wasn’t all bad. She
clicked off her light and closed her eyes. She didn’t notice her bladder
letting loose in her sheets.
A few more days passed by. It was largely uneventful, except
for the fact that Emmy discovered that the contents of her diapers was not only
squishy but tasty too. That had been plain humiliating for Annie, coming in and
seeing herself with poop stains all over her fur, licking her brown fingers
At around the two week mark though, while she was
masturbating, an image popped into Annie’s mind. It was Emmy, sitting in her
diaper. Annie watched as Emmy pushed herself into her usual squatting position
and grunted. Annie felt something warm and mushy push up against her butt.
“Hmm?” She asked, looking down. She was wearing
just a diaper! Then, looking up, she realized that she wasn’t looking at Emmy,
she was looking in a mirror!
“N-No! I notta tard!” Annie said, spitting all
over herself as she did so. She stumbled and fell on her butt, continuing to
mess herself as she did so. Her diaper turned dark brown, the telltale sign
that she had pooped herself.
As Annie struggled, she just kept pooping. Her diaper got
tighter and tighter as it filled up with her poop until it couldn’t hold any
more and it began pushing out the leg holes and dropped on the floor.
“No! Gotta clean up!” Annie said and before she
knew what she was doing she had grabbed the poop on the floor and pushed it
into her mouth and swallowed to hide the evidence. It happened again and Annie
repeated the process, over and over eating her poop as her diaper filled up and
she drooled on herself.
Annie snapped back to reality in a cold sweat. Her fingers
were in her panties. They were wet. At first Annie thought it was from her
masturbating, but there was too much liquid.
“I peed myself!?!” She asked in panic. Her panties
mushed as she moved “Oh no… please no…”
But she had, there was no denying it. She had peed and
pooped herself. It wasn’t much, not near what Emmy did in her diapers, but it
was still very worrysome. There weren’t any long term effects of the failed
cloning process, were there? She’d need to research that the next day
“Mark?” Annie asked, walking into the lab the next
day. Mark had been in charge of the failed cloning experiment.
“Yeah? Look I’m sorry about what happened, I already
“It’s not that. I’m thinking about myself. Is there any
way that the experiment could have, well, backfired?”
The dog scratched his head “I don’t think so, any
damage should have been only on Emmy. And, well there’s a lot of damage
“I know. But, can I see the notes again anyway?”
Mark handed her a clipboard. Annie flipped through. She
noticed quite a few math mistakes. This stupid dog was in charge of the
experiment? No wonder it had failed!
She did a quick calculation in her head and nodded. It made
sense now, when she masturbated she was overloading her brain, which was
causing it to decay. Damn, she had already probably lost a good 20 or so IQ
points! She would have loved to smash Mark’s face in right then and there but
she wasn’t about to let him know she had a problem.
“Thanks.” She said, handing him back the clipboard
and walking away
Annie was required to spend about an hour or two a day with
Emmy. Despite Annie trying to make it very clear that she didn’t like her, Emmy
obviously liked her the best. She loved seeing her 'sis’ and would let out one
of her stupid retard 'hurrr!’ screams every time she saw her
“Poopy sis! I made a poopy!” Emmy said when Annie
entered the room, proudly displaying her well used diaper
“Yeah, yeah.” Annie said, standing as far as she
could away from the retard. Emmy waddled over, her stinky sack squelching in
between her legs with each step
“Sis made poopy too!” Emmy said
“No I didn’t.” Annie muttered
“Uh-huh! You went cum-cum and then you went
poopy!” Emmy giggled. She spit drool all over Annie’s stunned face
“Wait, how do you know about that?”
“Sis needs to make another cum-cum!” Emmy said and
before Annie knew what was happening, Emmy had stuck her drool-soaked fingers
into Annie’s panties
“N-no! Stop!” Annie sputtered. She felt a surge of
pleasure and moaned, too relaxed to really fight back. Vaguely she realized
that since Emmy shared her body, Emmy would know exactly how to turn her on
“Time for poops!” Emmy said, holding up a fresh
diaper. She pulled down Annie’s pants, continuing to pleasure her all the while
and taped the thick, crinkly thing between her legs, three tapes on each side.
“I feel… poopy…” Annie said, lying back on the
ground. Emmy sat on top of her, straddling her with her poopy diaper rubbing
around Annie’s crotch.
“Sis likes poopies!” Emmy giggled. Drool dripped
onto Annie’s face “Sis likes poopies becawse sis is a big dumb-dumb poopy
Annie pushed. It was just as warm and mushy as she had
imagined. Hot, fresh, stinky poop filling her diaper and pee spreading warmth
across her crotch. She smiled dumbly, drool running down her chin, and came in
“I made poopy.” Annie giggled “I tardy
“Mmm, sis makes best poopies!” Emmy said, nuzzling
into Annie’s brown, crinkly, warm, diaper butt
Annie came to with her cheek resting on the floor, a puddle
of drool around her head. She was staring at Emmy, who had a brown lump in her
paws and was licking at it happily.
“Sis’s poopies taste so good!” Emmy giggled.
Annie’s heart stopped as she felt her bottom. Squishy. She was lying there in a
massively full diaper.
In a panic, Annie jumped up and looked at the clock. She
still had ten minutes before someone else took over for her. But she had drool
all over herself! And her diaper, ugh, she’d pooped as much as Emmy usually
did! She hurried over to the changing supplies to get herself cleaned up.
“Remembaw to finish making poopies sis!” Emmy
called. Annie automatically bent her knees and obeyed, pushing yet more poop
into her diaper. Then, taking her diaper off as best she could, she dropped it
in the diaper pail and wiped herself down.
“I-I need to get out of here.” Annie gasped,
pulling her uniform on, still trying to comprehend the situation
“Poopy on floor sis!” Emmy said, pointing to next
to the changing station where some of Annie’s poop had fallen out of her diaper
while she was taking it off. Annie took it and put it in her mouth. Her eyes
widened. Poop tasted good! This was like a chocolate fudge treat!
“I gots more poopy for you in my diapey!” Emmy
offered. Eagerly Annie went over to get her present. That was when the door
opened and Sarah walked in.
“Shift’s over.” She said to Annie who hurried to
collect her composure
“Yeah, heh, thank goodness.” Annie said, forcing a
Annie bought diapers on her way home. She didn’t know why,
she just needed them. Using the potty seemed, well honestly kind of hard. She
had checked out her math, she could still do that just fine, but using the
potty? You needed to lift up the seat AND pull your pants down AND clean up
afterward. How was anyone supposed to figure out how to do that?
“I’m just wearing diapers for convenience.” Annie
said to herself, crinkling while she walked. The diaper pushed her legs apart
slightly, forcing her to waddle. She flopped down in bed. She automatically
began to slip her fingers into her diaper but stopped.
“I can’t cum.” She told herself “Cumming decays
my brain. I can’t do that.”
She thought about it for a moment “But my sister told
me I was a big stupid tard, so how can it be that bad?”
She pushed her fingers into her diaper and rubbed. It didn’t
take much, Annie was just getting hornier and hornier with each passing day.
Where she used to just be able to make one cum a day, now she could make three
or four and still barely be satisfied.
Annie found herself standing in the middle of a party.
Heavily diapered adult furs like herself ran around. They were all female,
Annie noticed, while at the edges of the room there were the males. Annie
recognized some of them. Sarah was playing happily in just a thick diaper while
Mark was standing in a corner, watching smugly.
Annie suddenly realized something. She had forgotten to
bring presents for the party! It was way too late now though, what could she
make? Her eyes widened as she had an idea. She could make poopy presents in her
diapey! Everyone she knew loved poopies! She squatted and pushed hard. Hot steamy
mush filled the seat of her diaper. Annie grinned. She was such a smart girl!
Annie came to while she was squatting on her bed. She
glanced at her diaper between her legs. It was brown and sagging between her
“Oopsie.” She giggled. Just then Annie’s stomach
rumbled. She looked at the time and groaned. She had forgotten to make herself
dinner! But she came up with an easy solution. She could have poopy for dinner!
Toddling to the kitchen, Annie got out her fine china. This
was a special meal after all! Then, taking a serving spoon, Annie pulled back
her diaper and spooned some of the contents into a bowl. She grinned. Yum! She
walked to the table and put the bowl down and stuck her entire face in. She was
such a smart girl!
Annie was licking the bowl clean when she had another bowel
movement in her diaper. She smiled happily. Her diapey was getting kind of
full, but she really didn’t want to change herself. She loved her poopy butt!
Her diaper could stay just like it was.
Annie fell asleep that night with her very squishy diaper
wrapped around her waist. She giggled and drooled in her sleep.
Annie threw the diaper away in disgust the next morning but
it had become clear to her that she was going to be fighting a battle. Diapers
were no longer an option for her, she knew that her retard self could come out
at any time, and retard Annie wasn’t potty trained. She had to wear some of the
most ridiculous poofy dresses to work to hide the massive crinkling thing
around her waist.
Emmy of course wasn’t fooled “Good sis, you’s weawing
diapeys now!” She drooled happily when Annie entered that day.
“I’m not falling for this again.” Annie said,
steeling herself for Emmy’s approach. Emmy toddled over and Annie pushed her
“No.” Annie said sternly. Emmy just giggled and
when Annie tried pushing her again, Emmy grabbed and began wrestling with her
Annie quickly realized that because they had the same body,
Emmy was just as strong as she was. Annie put up a good fight but it was only a
matter of time before Emmy found a weak point and knocked her onto her back.
Before Annie could get up, Emmy had sat her butt on Annie’s face.
“I’s gonna make pwesents for you!” Emmy giggled.
Annie knew what that meant. Emmy had a clean diaper on now, but now for long.
Emmy blasted Annie in the face with her first smelly fart
“I wuv you sis, I gonna do lots and lots of poopies for you!” She
said, slipping her fingers into Annie’s diaper
“No! Notta tard! I no wanna be poopy!” Annie said,
struggling as best she could. Emmy’s diaper ballooned and covered her face.
Annie winced. The poopy had smelled really bad at first, but now she was
starting to like it!
“Silly dwagoness, you’s a big, smelly tard!” Emmy
laughed, farting and pooping in her sister’s face and derping her down to a
little drooling stupid. She rubbed Annie some more. Still Annie resisted.
“No, no poopies!” Annie said. Emmy rolled her eyes
and reached into her own diaper and scooped out some poop. She took a taste
herself before shoving it into Annie’s maw.
“There you poopy!” Emmy giggled. Annie choaked and
sputtered but she was forced to taste the poop. It was like warm, moist
chocolate cake. When she looked at Emmy again her eyes were glazed and
unfocused. She was grinning dumbly.
“Poopy! Poopy! Wuv poopy! Huuurrr!” She said, snuggling
into Emmy’s diaper. She was a big, stupid tard and she loved poopy! She loved
poopy so, so much!
Emmy got off of her and gave Annie a chance to sit on her
face and make a poopy. She was thrilled to find that Annie made the biggest,
smelliest, messiest poop of her life. She stuck her maw into Annie’s warm,
crinkly plastic while Annie lay forwards and did the same to her.
Annie toddled out of that session with Emmy dazed and
confused. She was smiling like an idiot though, she had never had so much fun
in her life! It only took her about five minutes to mess the clean diaper she
had put on herself.
“Great.” She muttered, secretly enjoying it, while
she walked to the bathroom to give herself a change. They were single person
restrooms. Mark was hanging against the wall nearby.
“Hey.” Annie muttered
“Hey. So, what’s with the outfit?” Mark asked
“You going to a victorian england convention after work?”
“I just thought it looked nice.” Annie snapped,
though even she had to admit she looked rather odd in the long, puffy skirt. It
was the only thing she had that could hide her massive diaper though.
“Or, you might be trying to hide a diaper.” Mark
Annie’s heart stopped “Don’t be silly.” She said
“I can smell you know. I think a little tardy girl
belongs with her sister making big poopies in her diaper…”
“You also have poop on your cheek.” Mark smirked
“Appropriate for a stupid like you.”
“It’s your fault I’m like this!” Annie said
“You messed up the calculations!”
Mark responded by taking one step forwards and yanking the
dress over Annie’s head. Annie squeaked and covered herself as best she could,
but she knew the onlookers could see her diaper with a big brown stain on the
“My, my, looks like a stupid needs her diaper
changed.” Mark said
“Nodda stupid…” Annie said, feeling herself
revert as she said it. She hated it, but she also loved it, being out of her
stupid clothes and toddling around in just her diaper.
“Let’s go now.”
Annie found herself being marched down the hall in just her
diaper. Mark wasn’t shy about correcting the people around that it wasn’t
actually Emmy that he was leading, it was Annie. All the while Annie whimpered
and tried to correct people.
“No, pwease, I nodda stupid. It was jus an accidewnt! I
no tardy. I… I need to poopy…”
The last comment came as her stomach grumbled. Annie
automatically put her fingers into her diaper. It didn’t matter that everyone
was watching, she was not about to miss a chance to masturbate while she
“Eww, is she?”
“She’s such a shameless retard!”
Annie could barely understand the words the people around
her were using. She stopped and slowly lowered herself into a squatting
position, her fingers still in her diaper. She pushed.
Pooping was easy for her now. More warm, mush filled the
seat of her diaper as it crinkled and turned brown. People around her fanned
the air and took a few steps back out of range of her stink cloud. Mark smiled
down and let her do her buisness in her diaper and finger herself while she was
at it. She came, feeling yet more of her precious brain go bye-bye forever.
When she was done, Annie stood up, her messy diaper drooping
behind her, and let Mark lead her back to where Emmy was, her eyes vacant,
drool dripping onto her bouncing, naked breasts.
Annie’s diaper squished and squelched between her legs as
Mark led her back to the room where Emmy was. She felt drool run down her chin,
her cheeks bright red with shame and embarassment. She didn’t want to be a
retard! But even as she thought it her bowels contracted, releasing another
smelly load into the seat of her diaper.
“Phew, Miss Tardy went poopy again didn’t she?”
“Nodda tard!” Annie said, trying her absolute
hardest to maintain her dignity. How had she been reduced to this? Dragons were
noble animals, smart and strong and everything! They weren’t supposed to be
diaper filling stupids!
“Sure you aren’t.” Mark rolled his eyes and pushed
her into the room with Emmy. Emmy grinned from ear to ear, thrilled to see her
sister again so soon.
“Sis go poopy!” Emmy commented happily. She
squatted and raised her tail “I’s gonna go poopy too!”
She closed her eyes and grunted and strained. There was a
muffled fart and Emmy’s diaper dropped. She grinned in relief, her padding
turning brown and yellow, despite being such a thick medical diaper.
“Stop! Dis nod wight!” Annie said again to Mark.
Mark smiled mischeviously.
“Oh it’s very right. Right according to my real
calculations.” He said “You didn’t think I really made all those
mistakes did you?”
Annie froze. What was he talking about? The cloning
experiment had gone wrong but it was an accident, right? She didn’t have time
to ask before Mark unzipped his fly.
“I know how to test if you’re a tardy stupid or
not.” He said, letting his cock flop out “Retards like sucking cocks
and cum. If you’re a retard, you’re going to crawl over in that poopy diapey of
yours right now and give me a good suck-suck.”
“I… I no… um…” Annie tried to remain defiant
but the sight of Mark’s dick was making her feel so horny. She slipped her
fingers into her diaper.
“That’s right you dumb-dumb. Now come over here.”
Annie slobbered in anticipation and waddled over, her full
diaper still swinging between her legs. She got down on her knees and closed
her lips around Mark’s shaft.
“There’s a good girl.” Mark praised, petting her
on the head. Annie grunted, his cock still in her mouth, and her diaper pushed
out a little more “Oh making poopies while you’re giving me a suck-suck?
Such a naughty girl.”
“Mmph…” Annie said, feeling Mark’s penis become
hard and erect in her mouth. She pulled her lips back and began to lick all
around. She didn’t know why but the prospect of a salty, milky treat in her
mouth was just too enticing to resist. She had to have it! It was even more
appealing than poopy to her, and that was saying something!
“Oh!” Mark gasped as Annie really got going
“Who knew a smarty like you made such a good cock sucking retard? Yes! Oh
good girl, keep doing that! I’m going to give you a nice tasty treat for your
good work here!”
Mark was almost embarassed himself by how quickly Annie got
him to cum but she definitely knew what she was doing. He squirted white cum
all over her maw and face, forcing her to lick it off herself. He snickered at
the sight of her sitting back in her poopy diaper, playfully trying to get
every last drop. Maybe some furs would say that it was cruel to turn perfectly
smart girls into retards but seeing her like this… she was happy. Much
happier than she had ever been. Mark petted her head and Annie giggled happily.
“What’s going on in here?”
Mark turned to see Sarah standing at the doorway. Inwardly
he kicked himself for not locking it.
“We’re just having a little fun.” He said “No
need to make a big deal out of it.”
“You… You…” Sarah trailed off. She shook her
head “I’m telling Director Simmons.”
Mark felt a sigh of relief but he didn’t let himself show it
“No please don’t do that.”
“You can try to explain yourself if you like.”
Sarah said, turning and marching off. Mark grinned and looked at Annie and
“Do you two stupids want another sister?”
“Yay! Poopy sis!” Emmy giggled. Annie smiled and
farted in her diaper.
“That’s what I thought.”
Sarah walked quickly towards the director’s office, not
believing what she had just seen. She was going to tell and destroy Mark, that
bastard. She stopped at the directors office and pounded on the door. There was
“Director Simmons?” Sarah called. Still no
response. She put her ear to the door. She could hear faint gurgling coming
“I’m coming in!” She called, turning the handle
and peeking her head in.
Director Simmons was a vixen and fairly young too. She was
sitting at her desk, facing Sarah. She was staring intently at her computer.
“Director I know you’re very busy but I have something
to tell you.” Sarah said, walking in and shutting the door behind her
“Mmm…” Director Simmons said, not taking her
eyes off the screen. Sarah took a step forward and gasped for breath.
“What’s that smell?” She asked, fanning the air in
a vain attempt to get rid of it. It was like Emmy’s diaper pail, except a
thousand times worse!
“Poopy.” Director Simmons grinned. Sarah saw foamy
spit around her mouth.
“Um, Director Simmons?”
Sarah walked forwards. Director Simmons made no
acknowledgement of her. Sarah walked around the desk and clapped a hand over
her mouth. The director wasn’t sitting on a chair, she was sitting in a diaper!
But it was massive, and full to the brim with poop. So full that the waistband
was stretched out back and the poop was overflowing out the back and onto the
carpet. Poop was pushing out the leg holes, all down Director Simmons’s thighs.
It was full enough that Director Simmons could sit in it and still be at about
chair height though.
Director Simmons finally turned to Sarah. Up close Sarah
could really see her face, just how glazed over her eyes were and just how much
drool there was all over her outfit. She still had a nice shirt on her upper
half, despite having just her huge diaper on her lower half. It occured to
Sarah that it had been set up that so long as someone just peeked in on
Director Simmons, it would be hard to tell something was up.
“No change! I poopy queen!” Director Simmons
“I…” Sarah stuttered. She looked at Director
Simmons’s computer. A swirling hypnotic spiral spun around and around
“Director Simmons you can’t wear diapers!”
“No! I poopy tard queen! No change!” Director
Simmons bounced in her diaper
“Now, now, she’s been working on that diaper for almost
two weeks.” A voice said “You wouldn’t take that away from her now
Sarah whipped around to see Mark standing at the doorway.
The dog was holding a medical diaper in his paw.
“You did this!?! You did all of this!?! Annie
too!?!” Sarah demanded
Mark shrugged “Well, me and a couple others. I mean,
Simmons was always full of shit anyways, always bossing everyone around like
she knew how to do their job better than they did. Not a lot of girls around
here that aren’t complete bitches, that wouldn’t benefit from losing some IQ
and crapping a lot of diapers.”
“You won’t get away with this!” Sarah growled
“I’m going to call the cops on you right now!”
“Oh? And tell me Sarah…” Mark took three steps
and crossed the room “Who’s going to believe a little retarded lioness who
can’t go five minutes without soiling her diapers?”
There was a split second pause and then Mark and Sarah were
wrestling. Sarah fought well, but Mark was just stronger. With one hard push he
shoved her head down, straight into Director Simmons’s diaper.
“Mmm! Mmm!” Sarah said, flailing her arms as Mark
held her head down. It only took a couple breaths of the putrid stink before
she went limp.
“There we go.” Mark sighed, pulling her pants and
then her panties down “Oh nice butt you’ve got here, perfect for making
poopies in your diapeys.”
He taped the medical diaper on her. Just in time too, he
hadn’t even finished putting the tapes on before Sarah soaked her pants.
“Feel that? Nice and warm isn’t it?” Mark said,
squishing her crotch “That’s called pee-pee. Can you say pee-pee you
Sarah slowly pulled her head out of Director Simmons’s
diaper. The lioness had poop coating her cheeks and whiskers. Her eyes were
vacant and she had drool running down her chin.
“P-pee-pee?” She tried
“Very good!” Mark praised. He noticed Sarah’s tail
flagging “Oh, and what you’re doing now is called poopy.”
“Poopy?” Sarah asked, unaware of her body
squatting. Hot, stinky mess filled her diaper, mushing against her fur. Her
eyes widened in surprise and she twisted her body to look behind her, confused
at what was happening “Poopy?”
“Yes, poopy.” Mark said “And you’re making
lots and lots in your diaper.”
“Poopy in my diapey?” Sarah repeated. She grunted
and pushed another large, stinky load into her crinkly undergarments. She let
herself sit on the floor and gasped. The poopy felt really good to mush! She
looked being a poopy diapey butt! She looked up at Mark and grinned happily.
“Aww, such a cute drooly, happy derp.” Mark smiled
“Isn’t this so much better than being a stuck-up adult?”
He turned to Director Simmons and surveyed the damage in her
diaper “Well… I think it’s safe to say that you’ve tested that diaper as
much as you can, director.”
“No! No change!” Director Simmons repeated
“Please, a poopy tard like you will be in a droopy
diaper two minutes after I change you.” He said. He opened a drawer of her
desk which was stuffed full of medical diapers “Upsie daisy
Director Simmons’s diaper change took ten minutes and entire
box of wipes but Mark managed to do it in the end. He wiped sweat off his brow.
“You know, you might think it’s bad to turn women into
derps.” He said to Sarah while she slobbered on her paw “But believe
me, changing your diapers more than makes up for it in karma points.”
He patted Director Simmons on the head “I’ll be back
for you later. For now, we need to take care of you.” He said, taking
Sarah by the arm.
He walked Sarah down the hall, her taking big, toddling
steps. He knew it was all attracting a little more attention than he would have
liked, what with him parading two derps around in the same day, but it was less
than two hours before it didn’t matter anymore. He took Sarah to James, a wolf
and another one of his coworkers.
“Hey James?” He asked
“Hmm? Wait, Sarah!?!” James’s eyes popped at
seeing the once bossy lioness in a heavily soiled diaper and drooling all over
“There was a bit of an accident.” Mark said
“Oh, um, sorry to hear that.”
“Yeah. Listen, Sarah needs a, well, daddy.”
“I’ve already got both Emmy and Annie to take care of.
Believe me, those dragonesses can do a number in their diapers between the two
of them. So I was wondering if you could take care of Sarah.”
“I… I can’t!” James said “I don’t know
“Oh it’s easy. You change her diaper and give her
snuggles and pets and occasionally feed her. She can live for a while on poopy
“Wait, what? I… ahh!”
Sarah had toddled over to James and was trying to climb into
the chair with him.
“I think she likes you.” Mark smiled
“No, Sarah, you’re an adult!” James said, trying
to push the lioness off while she sat on his lab with her squishy diaper.
Sarah just smiled. Her daddy could be so silly sometimes!
But she still loved him. Maybe he just needed a little suck-suck. She kind of
wanted a little suck-suck too…
“Sarah what’s that smell? Did you just poop? I- now
what are you doing?”
Sarah climbed off the chair and turned around so she was
facing her daddy. She pawed down his pants. James’s eyes widened as he realized
what she was doing.
“Sarah, I… ohh Sarah that’s perfect!” James’s
resistance faded as Sarah began to lick. Without any stupid adult thoughts
getting in the way, she had gotten really good at giving blow jobs like Annie.
Her slobbery lips knew exactly where to kiss.
“Have fun.” Mark smiled, walking away
Mark checked up on his girls again on his way back towards
the other side of the lab. Both of them had heavily used their diapers, so he
gave them some quick diaper changes. He noticed that Annie’s was noticibly less
“Where’d you’re poopy go?” He asked. Annie pointed
at her mouth.
Mark snorted “Not a tard huh? You’re an even bigger
poop eater than any of the other stupids!”
Annie got up from her diaper change and squatted. Emmy
followed her lead. Mark rolled his eyes. No point in changing his girls now. He
watched their diapers get big, blotchy brown stains in the back as they drooped
low. Annie took one look at Emmy’s diaper and dove, muzzling into her sister’s
fresh, messy behind, licking and slobbering on the diaper.
“Have fun you poopybutt retards.” Mark said,
leaving them to play in their new diapers
He found a mare running towards him in just a medical grade
diaper as he got closer to his destination. He caught her by the arm.
“Whoa there missy, what’s going on?” He asked,
The mare pointed in a panic “Dey is tuwning evewyone
into poo-poo diapey tards! I needs to go potty weally bad!”
“If you need to go potty, why don’t you just use your
diaper?” Mark suggested “That’s why a tard like you is wearing one
The mare shook her head “No! I no tardy! I no need
diapey! I… I…” She looked at herself and grunted. Her knees bent and
her tail swished. Mark watched. He loved this part, the part where the girl
discovered just how fun going potty in a diaper was. The mare’s diaper pushed
out and dropped, filling up with her first of many poops. The mare looked at
Mark again, now smiling happily.
“I made poopy!” She said proudly
“Yes you did.” Mark agreed, walking around and
feeling the seat of her diaper “So warm and mushy, do you like having warm
and mushy pants?”
“Yes! Wuv poopy pants!” The mare agreed. Mark took
her and led her back to the lab.
Dozens and dozens of former scientists and lab workers were
toddling or crawling around in stinky diapers. Most of them had accepted their
fate, resigning themselves to a life of drooling and diapers as retards, but
there were a few here and there that were still fighting. Mark dropped the mare
off just inside the door and watched as even those few girls lost the battle
too, turning into little more than poopy diaper stupids.
“We’re almost done here.” A turtle near Mark said
“Think everyone else will like them?”
“Of course.” Mark said, squishing the nearest
diaper butt “I mean come on, is this not the cutest bottom you’ve ever
“True.” The turtle said “We do have one
problem though, we’re almost out of the serum.”
“Hmm? Did they really put up that much of a
“We had to give some two or three doses.” The
turtle said, holding up a needle “It was ingenious to pretend that
Director Simmons had called them here for a vaccine test, but the retard serum
didn’t work as well as we’d hoped.”
“Hmm.” Mark muttered
“So what now? Do we chalk it up to another accident?
There are still maybe three or four dozen girls we didn’t get yet.”
“No need.” Mark said “I think there’s another
way we can derp the rest of them.”
He turned back to the mare “Do you want to help us make
you some more sisters?”
“Yes! Wuv diapey poopy sistaws!” The mare giggled
The rest of the building was soon overrun by the giggling,
drooling retard girls, their poopy diapers swinging and squishing between their
legs as they waddled. Most of the few remaining girls with their brain still
intact found themselves being pulled down and drooled on, diaper butts squished
in their face, and before they knew it they were squatting and pooping their new
The male furs, while spared from needing diapers themselves,
all had at least one girl, her diaper mushing between her legs, run up to them
and pull their pants down and start sucking. Any protests were quickly silenced
by how good it felt. A couple lucky furs found that they had multiple diaper
girls snuggling and cuddling with them.
As all that was happening, Mark went back to Annie. The poor
dragoness had came even more while he was gone. He smiled. She had been a
failed test subject, making her lose IQ by making her cum had made her too
retarded too quickly, and she was still dropping.
“Well, if you’re going to go all the way, I may as well
be a good daddy and help.” Mark shrugged, getting down in front of her and
rubbing the front of her diaper with her “To think you used to be our top
scientist. Such a noble dragoness, so strong, so smart, practically a goddess
really. Now look at you, pooping your diaper over and over again like a big,
giant retard. What was it you used to say about retards? They’re so dumb and
gross, something like that? Well now you are one. So say bye-bye to all your IQ
Annie, you’re going straight to tardyland.”
Annie giggled. She pushed out another poopy and came. Poopy
and cum-cum. Poopy and cum-cum. With every poopy she made another cum-cum in
her diaper. She had so little IQ left to lose too. Slowly her head flopped down
against the soft carpet, drool and slobber running out of her mouth and formind
a puddle around her head. She pooped and came again, no longer able to even say
simple words like poopy. She could still gurgle a little though, blowing spit
bubbles and making the spit at the edges of her mouth all foamy.
“Sis pooped?” Emmy asked
“Yes, your sister is completely pooped.” Mark
said, petting Emmy’s head “To think that now you’re the smart one and
she’s the dumb poopy baby… kind of funny isn’t it?”
Emmy closed her eyes and grunted. Her pure white diaper
stained brown. Mark grinned. Another poopy. He would expect nothing less from
his little stinker.
“I made a poopy like a good tard, daddy!” Emmy
said happily “I needs you to change me!”
“I know.” Mark said. He looked down at Annie, her eyes completely
vacant, unable to even understand that he was there “You need a change
too, Annie the poopy diaper retard?”
Annie gurgled. A
muffled fart came from her diaper.