Absorban Academy

“Why are we watching this again Mom? I was busy...” Dean protested. His mother gave him a brief glare before repeating the same speech she gave every year on this exact same day. 

“Because if you or your brother or sister got picked then we would need to follow the instructions. That's why.” she stated as she sat down on the couch next to her husband. He heard the soft rustling  under her dress as she took her seat and made a little show of rubbing her shoulder. The TV was buzzing as they waited for the broadcast to start. Little Lucas was planted in his playpen nearby, the baby giggling a bit and his diaper making loud crinkling sounds as he busied himself with baby activities. Dean's older sister, Shelly, was making only a token appearance. He could hear her in the kitchen, talking on her cellphone and arguing how unfair it was she had to wait till the broadcast was done before she could go out. She was 17. Next year she wouldn't have to worry about the stupid thing. Dean smirked at that. She, like everyone else in the country, knew very well that tonight was the big broadcast. Just like every year. She, like him, didn’t care about it. But unlike the middle-school-er, she was almost out from under the thumb of the parental units. Anytime where his parents evoked their authority over her tickled Dean quite nicely. 

The TV signal finally broke from the static 'SPECIAL ANOUNCEMENT' banner and switched to a live feed. A familiar face was standing on a stage, microphone in hand and ugly bow-tie on his neck. This was a face that Dean had seen at least five times before. On the same night every year since he was old enough to understand what was going on. Or at least, pretend to. The announcer was a tall, thin rabbit with white fur and wore a ghastly plaid sweater-vest every year. Dean didn’t remember his actual name but that didn’t matter. Dean's eyes were heavy and he was resting his chin on his palms, elbows propped on his knees as he sat in-front of the television. He figured he needed only a few more minutes before he could slip into a fake sleep. Then once the show was over, Mom would prod him and he would 'sleepwalk' back to his bed. Then he could get back to where he left off in his comic book. 

The announcer rabbit went though a quick thank you to the network sponsors before he gestured and the camera pulled back to show off the big ball, taking up most of the stage. The big ball was basicly a giant bingo ball cage. And inside it were several hundred thousand plastic balls. Each with a bar-code. And each represented a citizen from ages seven to seventeen. And in that pile, Dean knew was one for him. But much like winning the money lottery, he didn’t put much effort into expecting to get pulled. Of course he had, like all kids in the age range, thought about it at least once or twice. What they would do, how they would tell their friends, blah blah.  As the giant ball was starting to spin, Dean's eyelids settled shut and he let the rattling sound soothe his ears. The baby clapped as the drawing's mascot 'Paddington' the bear waddled onto the stage. The white soft bear mimed laughing and patting the host on his head before he walked to the chute that spat out the 'winning' balls. 700 names, 7 long metal rows that held 100 of the marble sized balls. And the bear held up his tool for the evening, a large bar-code scanner like one would see at the grocery store. And he ran it with practiced speed along the tiny orbs. A screen above the stage started to light up with names as he did so. The announcer read them off as quick as he could, trying not to screw up any pronunciations. Dean heard none of it as he started to drool slightly in his sleep. 

“Deeaan! Deeeeennnn!” Lucas started to chant. Dean's Mom let out a little shrill yelp before she clasped her hands over her mouth. Dad dropped his beer and quickly got up to get a towel. 

Shelly was the one to wake Dean up. She gently prodded him with her shoe in the butt. When that didn't rouse him, she flicked one of his little round ears. The skunk boy yelped and jumped forward, snout smushing against the TV screen. He saw his name quite clearly in big red letters in the upper row of names. His brain didn’t click at first. Shelly again, being the practical one, stated the obvious. 

“Well Dean, guess you won't be needing your room anymore will ya? Dibs!”
“Shelly!” Mom barked at her daughter in anger and shock. The tall skunk girl cowered slightly and defended herself with a “I was joking, MOM. Sheesh.”. The older woman got up from the chair and picked her middle child up and held him much like she now did for the youngest. “It's OK Dean. We've talked about this before. I'm...i'm sure you'll like being a...” she choked. 
Dad came back into the room, dropping a rag on the carpet and using his foot to soak up the spill. “Don't scare the boy Amanda. I'm sure he'll do fine. My half-brother got picked when I was a kid and he turned out fine. Actually, I’ll go find him right now...” the older skunk offered, cleaning his glasses. His wife grunted and pointed out that whatever advice his half brother might offer, none of them would be able to understand it. And more importantly, she doubted her husband even knew which one was even his relative to begin with. 

As the two argued, Dean himself wiggled loose of his mother's grip and looked at the TV once more. The broadcast was wrapping up, the announcer and the big fat teddy bear waving to the home audience. A very large box below them informed viewers that selected citizens would receive a instructional packet in the mail and would be provided transportation to a training facility. Dean already knew the closest facility was in the next town over. He had seen it at least weekly when Dad took him to the beach during the summer. It was called Absorban Academy. 

The boy backed away from the TV and his parents. The TV had started the evening news, his folks now moving on to arguing over who to call first and if it could all wait till Monday. Lucas bounced in his playpen and pointed at Dean and laughed. “Deeaeen diaeepee! Diapee deeean!”

The skunk teen felt his bladder let go and he padded quickly upstairs. His sister watched and put away her cellphone as she followed, slowly. The boy slipped into the bathroom and pulled his wet diaper down and looked at it around his ankles. He was only a little wet. Not enough to change yet. Regardless the skunk boy stepped out of his diaper and held it up to his face, looking at it and turning it around. Just a diaper. Just like the ones he and everyone else in the world wore. The boy sat down on the bathroom's changing table and folded the wet diaper in his paws. It stank slightly of his pee and he squeezed it tightly. 

“I...I'm gonna be...gonna be turned into a diaper?” he asked no-one in particular...

--

“It's his choice Ralph, says so right here!” the skunk mother pointed out for the 3rd time. Dean sat at the opposite end of the kitchen table from his parents as they went over the information packet. The parcel had arrived the next morning via airmail, giving Dean little to no time to try and convince himself this was all a dream or elaborate prank. 

“Maybe so but it's a big responsibility! Almost everyone in town knows Dean got picked. It's his duty!”
the skunk father badgered his wife. The woman rubbed the wrinkles on her forehead that this was making more pronounced. 

“Heh...dooty.” Dean said softly, his voice cracking a hair. His parents looked at him for the first time in quite awhile. The skunk boy didn't know why he giggled but he did. His mom's face flushed and his dad seemed somewhere between bewildered and bemused. 
“I... I guess I should say something right? What I think about this?” the child asked. This was the first time he had said much of anything since last night.  Both his parents nodded slowly, his mother adding, “Sweety, if you need some more time we can ask for a extension or...” 
Dean shook his head to cut her off. Her husband gripped her paw and squeezed it. “This...this is your choice Dean. Its a big one too. This is a big honor and a big responsibility. I think you can handle it. I know you can. But if...you need to...well...” he offered. 

The younger skunk shook his head. “I...I don't know what to think yet. I...I never thought...never thought I’d get picked.”, he admitted. The skunk boy adjusted his diaper a bit as he felt himself wetting again. His mom's nose perked slightly. “Need a change?” To which the boy nodded. She started to get up but Dean sat up quicker. “No. I got it...” he told her. She nodded and kissed his forehead as he walked by her. “That'a boy.” his Dad offered. Dean rolled his eyes. “I've been changing my own diapers since I was 7, Dad. I’m not a baby.”, he scolded. Frank shrugged and let the boy be as he made his way to the bathroom. He shut the door behind him but didn’t leave it, listening with his ear to it instead. 
“He's scared Frank. Scared shit-less.” his mother deduced. 
“Let the boy be, Amanda. He's gotta work it out for himself. He's leaving his friends...his home...us behind. We won't see him again.”, he said rather flatly. His wife smacked his padded ass hard and made a half sob. 
“Don't remind me of that.”, she snapped. The skunk man grunted. “He was gonna go off to college at some point...just not the one we expected...”

--

“Hon at the first second you want to come home you call right away!” Mom insisted. She wrapped her silky-furred arms around him once more and crushed him in her grip. The skunk boy wiggled sightly till she let him breathe. “Not soo hardd Mom...I’ll squirt!” he begged. The woman got a hold of herself and adjusted her hair before standing up, then bending back down and kissing him and hugging him one more quick time. Her husband finished handing the boy's suitcase to the driver and gave him a tip.  He turned to his son, putting a big paw on his shoulder, gripping firmly for a moment and then letting go, taking his wife in his arms. “Call if you need to, Dean. I’m proud of you either way.”, he said simply. Dean nodded and smiled as he turned to the driver. The cat was wearing a white uniform with the Academy logo on the chest. He opened the door for the boy and waited patiently. 

Dean took in several sharp breaths. And then stepped inside the van.

--

The drive to the academy was uneventful for the skunk. The driver put the radio on whatever he wanted. Dean was quiet for almost the entire trip, watching the scenery pass by. The driver said not a word, leaving the boy with his thoughts. The man had done this before. Eventually the skunk spoke up and asked a question that had been on the tip of his tongue since he got in the van. 

“Do...do you ever take kids back?” he asked softly. The feline, pulled away from the road's hypnotic effect, took a moment to process and respond. 

“Once in awhile. Not very often though.”

Dean nodded. “Do they say why they didn't want to go through with it?” he asked after a few minutes. 
The driver took a moment to think. “Truth be told kid...the only ones who come back are little jerks who wouldn't have been good diapers anyways. Kids who kick my chair when I'm driving or act high and mighty. Those kids don’t deserve to be worn.” he said firmly. Dean processed this for a few minutes until the driver came to a light. He leaned back and looked over his shoulder at the boy. “You're a nice kid. Very polite. You'll do fine. That...” he smiled as he pat pat-ted his padded crotch though his slacks, “and Absorban makes the best padding you can get.”

--

Dean shook the driver's hand as he carried his bag for him. The looming building was before them.   Steps leading to a open glass front. Tall and imposing. A typical school facade. And behind this rather expected front was the rest of the building. Square, industrial and simple. The academy was part factory, part school in appearance. Because it was actually exactly what it looked like. And not surprisingly, Dean was not alone this morning. Hundreds of kids, younger, older and the same age as him were huddling inside the large doors or milling about outside them. He saw all species and sizes, girls and boys. He was wading into a sea of warm bodies. His tail twitched and he felt the urge to squirt well up in his belly. He shook it off as the driver saw him standing there as if he was frozen. “I...I can help ya find your classroom if ya want. I'm not getting back on the road anytime soon as it is...” he offered, eying the ring of vans and cars that were clogging the drop-off point. Dean nodded and the cat lead on, holding the boy's suitcase in one hand while he parted the crowd with the other. Dean looked over his paperwork and found his assigned orientation classroom. “Room T-M...”, he muttered as they entered the doorway and into the large glass foyer. The cat seemed to know where they were going as they passed though the noisy crowd of kids that buzzed like locusts. There was a distinct stink to the place as well, a concentration of diapers and warm bodies in a small space. Dean himself was sitting in mud-butt as it was so he didn't complain. The driver was soggy but no way he was gonna try and change in a crowded place like this.  He'd change his diaper in the van, thank you very much.

Shortly, Dean spotted the classroom and pointed towards it, the cat nodding and setting his bag down next to the skunk. “Alright. You head in there and make friends. If I'm lucky you'll be on sale in the gift shop here or something.”, he smiled. Dean, confused as to how to take that, smiled back and nodded, shaking the driver's hand goodbye. The cat returned the gesture and headed off, his butt sagging a bit.  Alone now, the skunk boy swallowed hard and rubbed his messy ass a bit though his padding. He had packed up all his diapers in his suitcase. And it occurred to him that all of them had at one point been in the same spot he was now...

Dean opened the door and shuffled inside. The wall of noise hit him like a bat to the face as the large auditorium bounced with teenagers and kids his age. A very thick looking badger took his bag from him and put it with the others to be delivered to the dorms. Dean took the first empty seat he saw afterward, squishing slightly as he did.

He occupied himself people-watching as he waited for whatever came next. The atmosphere of hundreds of noisy kids reminded him of assemblies at his school. His old school...

“Hello? Yes! There we go. Finally got this stupid thing working...Welcome new students!”

A booming voice on the microphone silenced the children as they all instinctively took their seats and became quiet. The voice belonged to a rather skinny beaver in a sports coat...and nothing below that. Going around without pants wasn't exactly unheard of, of course. Just a bit revealing was all. And to a hundred kids it was quite amusing. Once the giggles subsided, the man continued. He was a middle aged man, thin glasses on his snout. His prominent beaver teeth clicked when he spoke. 

“Welcome all of you to Absorban Academy. I'm Principle Graham. We all know why we're here.”,
he started. There were some giggles and cat calls. He let them pass before he resumed. “Now, we've grouped you all by size. That's why some of you are a bit younger or older then the other students in here. You are all group T, Size Medium. Remember that please, in case you get lost so we can get you back with your size and group lot.” 

Dean nodded and wrote this down on his paperwork diligently. He was a good student in normal school...he wasn't going to change that now. The principle thanked them all for coming and took out a note-card which he then read from. It was a repeat of the information that had been in the packet Dean got in the mail. How he (and the other students) had been selected for diaperfication. What supplies he would need for class (diapers, wipes, a week's worth of clothing), the curriculum (History of diapers, diaper studies, and an assortment of classes that were abbreviations that lead to graduation), and the expected behavior. He didn't go into the fact they were not going to go home. Graduation meant being sold in stores...being...well...diapers. Dean shook his head away from the thought and waited for the beaver to finish speaking. 

“Now, your first assignment before you get divided up into smaller classes. Please write your name and some personal information about yourself on the card provided.”, he instructed. A fat otter boy walked by with fancy note-cards and passed them out to the students, row by row. 
“Write down anything you like. A favorite movie, maybe hobbies? Whatever you want. Keep hold of this when you're done. You'll be asked for it later. Now, that's it for me. Enjoy your time here and remember, Absorban makes the BEST diapers. I expect you all to be no exception!”

--

“Step this way kids! Stay in line!” the teacher instructed. Dean waddled into line with the rest of the class as they waited for the next group to be let in. The rather attractive rabbit woman, Ms. Stewart, watched as the kids made a orderly little snake of 50 or so. She was dressed in a neat clean pantsuit and reminded Dean of a lawyer perhaps. She even had the nice expensive diapers on under her pleated skirt. Not that the skunk boy was looking. Or that her tail wiggled quite cutely when she counted them off...

Dean found himself in line behind a rather gassy chipmunk boy and in front of a mouse girl with her hair done into a single pigtail on the side of her head. The chipmunk kid was nibbling on what appeared to be crackers, crumbs developing on the floor around him. He stank a little bit, although Dean was guessing he had yet to poop himself. The skunk figured that would be coming soon. Then again, that was about the same as if the kid was tapping his foot. Annoying, but something he could ignore. What he couldn’t ignore was the mouse girl. She was making a point to poke his diapered butt when she felt he wasn’t looking. It wasn’t hard but enough that he felt it. His diaper crinkled each time she did and he soon found his tail wiggling in irritation. After a few more pokes she noticed this too and stopped. She instead made a 'ooo' sound and asked, “Heeh, gonna make me stinky?” 
Dean twitched and turned around, giving her a glare, although he kept a smile on his lips. 
“Possibly. You seem to like my butt. A lot.”, he informed her. The mouse giggled and nodded. “Uhuh. I'm just excited. And your butt is right there.”, she smiled and pointed at his rear. Dean rolled his eyes but let his breath out. His big skunk tail always did draw attention his way. He was used to it by now. Least this girl was being nice about it. More or less.
 The girl was dressed in a red hoody that looked rather worn. She wore shorts over her padding, her crotch rather puffy from its thickness. Dean surmised she was likely wearing 'heavy' diapers. His Dad wore those kind too so he wouldn't leak much. The mousey took a bit of her dark hair in her lip and started to suck on the tip, twirling the rest on one of her naked pink fingers. 
“Sooo, what kind you gonna be huh?” she asked. Dean blinked and rubbed his crotch a bit, adjusting his padding. “Kind of what?” he asked back. The mouse girl rolled her eyes this time and swatted his padded crotch gently but with intent. He grunted and bumped against the chipmunk boy. Said boy grunted and gave him a look. He was larger then either of them both by width and length. Dean smiled sheepishly and the boy went back to his snack. He crunched louder to make his point. Dean turned back to the girl, finding her digging though her backpack. “Didn't you read the pamphlet?” she shot, pushing it into Dean's paws when she found it. Dean blushed. He had been given so many hand outs, pamphlets and things to sign he had lost track of this one. He had been just going where they told him for the last couple hours. He turned the pamphlet over in his paws and scanned it. A cartoon cat in diapers informing him about the latest technology and the painless process he will undergo...

Dean felt himself fart and then shit as he realized what he was in line for. The girl, not noticing or caring that the skunk had just pooped his pants, asked him again, “Soo, what kinda diaper you gonna be? Heavy? Thin? Maybe one of those fancy sports ones? That stripe would make a good racing stripe I bet...” she rambled. Dean barely heard her. The line started to move and now he saw where they were going. The hall ended at a large glass door. It opened and closed with a loud HISS as it was pressurized and then DE-pressurized. Something large, white and crinkly helped to hustle the kids in a few at a time. The glass was frosted but Dean could see there was another large white form inside that was helping the kids with something. The skunk looked back to the mouse girl, seeing that she was looking at him as if he had grown a extra head. 

Dean ran down the hall, letting his backpack hit the floor as he went. 

–

The skunk boy was found shortly by what he had gotten a poor look at a few minutes ago. The child had found a bathroom and crouched up under the changing table, knees to his chest and head down. Dean heard the bathroom's door open up and crinkling heavy steps as something came for him. At first glance he took it for a hallucination. His fear taken form to swallow him up. The thing's legs were round and boot like, white and soft looking, the entire body that way actually. It was Plastic. Like a diaper. The body crinkled and rustled as it moved and squatted down, peering under the table. The thing's face was almost non existent. The barest impression of a mouth and nose, a little bit of a muzzle. And round eyes that were obviously some sort of plastic lenses. Dean took this walking diaper in and let out a fearful little whine.  The creature saw his wide eyes and backed up, hands in the air. A voice came from it, muffled but friendly. “Hey! Its OK kid! I’m not gonna hurt ya!” it insisted. Dean looked up from his knees, lifting up his head. He watched as the diaper creature reached to the side of it's neck and touched a radio that was taped directly to its skin. “I found the kid, copy.”  Static and then “Copy. Need help?”, the other voice asked. The diaper looked at the skunk boy and shook his head. “No, I'm good. I'll handle it. Copy.”

Dean winced at the word “handle”. The diaper noticed and sighed. The skunk watched as the creature used its fat mitten-like paws to find a valve on the side of its belly. There was a hissing sound and a smell like baby powder and sweat. Dean shrieked softly and sprayed a bit in his pants as he saw the thing's body wrinkle and then start to deform, another form moving inside it. Then the side of the diaper creature's torso gave way, thick red tapes popping open and a man pulled the front of his suit down off his head. The ferret gasped and took in a thick gulp of fresh air. And then another for good measure. “This thing is too hot!” he complained and then pealed it open just a bit more, exposing his sweat-coated chest and shoulders. He looked at the skunk child, sniffed, felt his eyes widen as he got a whiff of the stink the child was making, and pinched his nose shut. Dean blushed and put his face back in his knees and sobbed a bit. The ferret felt his own eyes water and swallowed thickly before he spoke. “S..sorry kid. Kinda strong stuff. Can...can I put the suit back on? I'm not gonna scare you again am I?” he asked. Dean looked up and debated for a moment. He let his breath come to him in sobs but he nodded. He felt stupid now. He had sprayed himself. And much worse, he had let this place get the better of him already. He sobbed a bit harder. The ferret didn't pay attention to this, instead focused on getting the suit back on so he could get into its controlled airflow environment. The ferret slipped his head back into the floppy one, shrugged his shoulders back in the suit's own, and then taped himself in. Dean took a moment to watch as the floppy suit hung on the skinny string bean body inside it. The suit was almost double the size of the wearer. 

The ferret found the valve and twisted it back the other direction. There was a sucking sound and Dean watched as the padded suit started to crinkle and swell up like a balloon. He noticed on the suit's back what appeared to be oxygen tanks and some sort of air compressor. It all hissed and rumbled  as the suit re-inflated and pressurized. Soon the ferret was once more round, fat and almost faceless. Dean could hear him as he took several gasps of air before he started to move again. He held out a big white mitten to the boy. Dean debated...and eventually took it. The paw felt like he was squeezing a diaper. The diaper-suited ferret picked the skunk boy up and sat him on the changing table gently as he could. He then sat against a sink and waited. Once Dean was done sniffling and wiping his face dry, the man spoke. “My name is Nick. I work here.” he said softly. He then pat-patted his wide crinkly form. “and this is my P.A.D.S.” he informed him. Dean started to ask what that meant but the ferret was already doing that for him. 
“Pressurized. Absorbent. Defense. Suit.” 

“...and what does that do? Why do you need that on?” Dean questioned fearfully. The ferret sighed a bit. 
“To be blunt kid, its to make sure I don't become a diaper.”, he said flatly. Dean swallowed some snot and nodded. The ferret shrugged his shoulders. “I know. You're scared. This is scary. Very scary. When this is all done, you'll be between someone's legs or in a diaper pail.”, he admitted. Dean said nothing. The ferret approached and put a thick paw on his shoulder. He felt very soft. Like a big stuffed animal. One that looked like a oversized pamper. “But...what you are doing is important. If kids like you didn’t come here and get processed, the world would be a crappy place.”
Dean had heard this speech before. From his father. He even heard the older skunk's voice as the ferret repeated it. He tuned it out until he heard something that caught his ear.
“...and then I couldn’t do it and I regretted it ever since.”, the ferret finished. 

Dean blinked. “...You were gonna be processed?” he asked, in the tone one used if asking how someone lost a leg or a eye. The ferret looked up and smiled inside the suit. Dean noticed the ferret was exaggerating his body posture and gestures so that it would read though the faceless and thick suit. 
“Yep. I couldn’t go though with it. I was too scared. And when I changed my mind later, I was over the age limit.”, Nick said with regret. Dean nodded and gave the best 'I understand' face he could manage. Both of them didn’t say anything for a long moment before Nick perked up. “I got a idea. How bout' I show you what I do. Then you can decide if you want to go through this part.”, he offered. Dean looked away and bit his lip. Nick scowled inside the suit and tried a little bit of bait. 
“You can even wear a suit if ya want. We got a kids one I think...” he smiled. Dean's ears twitched and he looked at the ferret with a soft smile. He didn’t make eye contact. 
“...maybe a quick look.”

–

Nick had spared Dean the embarrassment of walking past the student line to get back to the sealed room. He took a back way though several empty hallways, packed high with diapers and books. Another adult, a frog in nothing but his padding almost ran into them and croaked an apology. He then saw Dean and smiled before addressing Nick. “Givin' the kid a tour?” to which Nick nodded. The frog man shrugged and adjusted his diaper a bit before he walked past them and into the locker room. Dean started to wonder why the frog hadn't noticed his smell but Nick gestured to his nose and shook his head. Dean nodded. A poor sense of smell would likely be a good thing in this line of work.
 Dean and Nick followed him in and Dean waited patiently as Nick dug though a tall locker full of what appeared to be the same PADS suits he was wearing. The ferret made an 'aha!' sound and held out a plastic bag to the boy. The bag was much like what a tux would be stored in, but what was inside was clearly not that. Dean unzipped it and pulled out the soft crinkly thing. It was light material, off-white in color,  much like the diaper on his hips. But much thicker then it looked. He unpacked it and rolled it out on a bench. The suit was held together by thick blue tapes on the sides that ended at the neckline. The skunk undid the thick tapes and peeled the suit open, finding it was much like a diaper in construction as well as looks. The inside was all padded and soft, squishy too. He touched and pushed on it, then, happy it wasn’t going to bite him, started to slip inside. Nick shook his head and pulled on his suit a bit. The skunk grunted. “No clothes.” he said out loud. Nick nodded and turned his head as the skunk boy took off his clothes and peeled the messy diaper off his butt. He looked around for wipes but found none. He started to ask but Nick cut him off. “Hurry up.” the ferret tapped his foot. 

The skunk boy shrugged and slipped his legs into the suit. The padded insides felt wonderfully soft and gripped his skin like a warm blanket. He pulled the legs up, slipping himself into the thick padded crotch. It started to soak up his wetness from his crotch almost instantly. A little less worried by how comfortable the suit was, Dean slipped his tail into the suit's own and pulled up the arms and taped it shut. The feel of the round soft suit butt against his own was rather pleasing he had to admit. He could barely tell he had pooped himself.  He then took a deep breath and slipped the hood over his head. He pushed and mushed it around till he found the suit's eyes and looked though them. Everything was lightly tinted blue but not terribly so. He could still see well enough that he wasn’t worried about falling. The skunk ran his now mitten-y paws over the suit's face and felt a soft smiling mouth and squishy tiny nose. It reminded him of a fox's for some reason. Nick soon came up to him and Dean stood still as he felt a tiny oxygen tank and an air compressor be attached to him. Nick then twisted the valve on Dean's navel and there was a WHUMMMP sound. The skunk squeaked as the suit started to inflate around him, almost knocking him over. The soft padding pressed against every inch of him. As if it was giving him a hug from head to toe. He moaned at how nice it felt before he found he was indeed hugging himself. Nick laughed a bit and patted his head. He pointed to the glass door that separated the locker room from the main chamber. The glass reflection made Dean shiver. But as he watched the swollen, cartoonish diaper move and then dance in the reflection, he found himself smiling. And giggling. 
“Come on. Let me show ya how this works.” Nick said and Dean heard him clearly. There was a radio built into the suit head apparently. He assumed the small radio taped to the ferret's suit was for long distance. This one had to be a short range one.  “OK...copy!” the skunk squeaked. 

It wasn’t quite what he expected. Dean had bad images in his mind of kids strapped to tables and being injected with chemicals. What he got was kids standing at computer kiosks and happily pressing buttons as screens above them flashed and showed all manner of diapers. Nick lead Dean over towards a kiosk and waited as someone approached. The chipmunk kid amusingly enough. Dean swallowed thickly as he watched the rotund boy. He looked up and eyed the two of them and said not a word, obviously not recognizing the smaller one. Nick, being helpful, walked to the boy's side and pointed at the screen, talking as loud as he could though the suit. “Mind if I help show how this works with you, Mr...?” he asked. “Brian. Don't call me Mr.” the chipmunk informed him and then gestured with his paws to go ahead. Nick nodded and pointed at the screen above the kiosk. “Alright, Brian, you are in the Teen-Medium size bracket. That button in the middle.”, he gestured. Brian clicked it as he was told. A small collection of kids was now watching as the demonstration was given. Among them was the mouse girl from earlier. Unlike the slow-witted chipmunk, she instantly reasoned that the miniature PADS suit was likely the boy that had taken off crying earlier. She confirmed this by looking right at Dean, waiting until he noticed her staring. Dean watched the demonstration but still scanned the group, wondering if anyone would recognize him...and then saw the mouse girl smiling at him and waving a paw. Dean froze stiff as a board and only managed a wiggle of his fat mitten paw. The girl, satisfied, nodded and winked at him as she watched the demonstration. Dean snapped his attention back to the screens and tried not to squirt again. The demo was almost done. Brian had selected his type (sports), and had selected a cartoonish skull and flames as part of his design. A black waistband and matching tapes had completed the look. “Stand still please. Smile too.” Nick instructed as a camera on the kiosk buzzed and then flashed brightly. Brian blinked and rubbed his eyes a bit and soon saw the photo on the kiosk and nodded, finding it acceptably tough looking for him. Nick nodded and the machine printed out a bar-code that Brian picked up and stuck to his chest. “Alright, you're ready to go. Head to the next room!” Brian nodded and did so, disappearing though another door.
 
“My turn!” a voice squeaked and Dean found the mouse girl staring him in the face. “Help me through it!” she ordered and Dean blinked, no words coming to his lips. Then she gripped his diaper coated hand and drug him in front of the kiosk. “I...I uh...” he stammered, barely audible thought the suit. The mouse girl smiled at him and ran though the options. 
“Hmm...I can't pick. That's why I wanted some help. You don't mind, do ya, 'Racing Stripe'?” she teased. 'A nickname? Great...' he thought. Dean grunted but smiled though the suit. He nodded and looked at the selection. There was an assortment of diaper types they could choose. For their size and type, they could choose from basic, sports, swim, and specialty types. Those broke down into things like heavy use, thin, and some deluxe models they they couldn't select. Dean wondered why but soon found the girl poking him. She pointed to the screen and Dean saw she was waiting for him to choose. His eyes scanned the selections and he briefly realized this girl he didn’t know was giving him control of what was going to be the rest of her life. His heart fluttered, his mind raced. He squirted just a tad more. And he chose a swim diaper. 
“Ohh! Heh, I do like swimming!” the mouse girl giggled. “Oh. G...good!” Dean squeaked. 
“I'm Vicki by the by.”, she smiled and took one of his padding-coated paws and shook it. Dean, too lost by the things occurring, shook back. 

--

Nick met up with the pair of kids in the next room once Vicki had her bar code printed out. The diaper-suited man took it and fed it into the machine he was standing behind. This room was smaller then the last, not much larger then a big closet. Vicki found herself standing in the center of the room on a metal circle that rose out of the floor a few inches. Dean stood off to the side, watching everything but saying nothing. Vicki had done all the talking for him. Nick nodded at Dean, giving him silent consent to stand and watch. The ferret stood behind the console, pushing various buttons while Vicki impatiently made little circles on her tiny stage. “OK hon, stay on the circle for me please. The machine is gonna come on and a little light is gonna come out of it. It might tickle but it shouldn't hurt.”, he assured the girl. Vicki nodded, showing no sign of needing reassurance. She knew what was going to happen. Unlike Dean, she had read the pamphlet. And looked up online what the process was. At least, as much as the public was told. Each one of the processing factories had their own spin on things for the purposes of trade secrets. It's no fun for business if everyone makes the same exact thing the exact same way. Dean would understand this later. But for now he watched as Nick clicked a few more buttons and waited a moment. He saw him glance up at Vicki. The skunk child wondered if it was the same look an executioner gives before he drops the guillotine. A tickle in his head told Dean he should leap dramaticly and save this girl from her fate. But the feel of the PADS around his crotch, around his butt, around his naked body...it comforted him. Diapers were for meant to protect and contain. They were good things in essence. What was the harm in becoming a protector? Even if it was just to protect someone's pants from being ruined...

There was a shrill buzzing sound, as if hornets were being shaken inside a tin can. And then a pale blue light, the softest glow Dean had ever seen, came from a tiny little device directly above Vicki’s head. The little girl gave a little yip of surprise. Dean flinched but stopped when he saw the girl not crying. He waited to see it happen. To see her start to shrink and shrivel into a tiny plastic thing. But that didn’t happen either. Vicki just 'mmm'ed a bit. “It feels warm. Like someone's blowing air on my skin...but all over.” she informed them. Dean nodded, and found himself wondering if he could be as OK with this idea as she obviously was. 

“OK, done!” Nick announced. The light cut off and Vicki hopped off the platform. Dean blinked and looked at Nick with an almost disappointed expression. (Not that it could be seen though the suit). “That's it?!” he snipped. Nick nodded. “That's all. Little Vicki here has been given the first stage treatment. We do this again in three days. Everything else is taken care of during class.”, he explained. Vicki nodded and ran over to give the padding coated man a hug on the leg. Nick blushed a bit and patted her on the head. “Such an eager little padder you are.”, he beamed. Vicki smiled and took the compliment. She then turned to Dean and pointed at him. “Better hurry up Racing Stripe, we have class in twenty minutes!” she exclaimed. And then she bounced off out the pressure door and out towards class. 

Dean barely felt Nick's paw on his shoulder afterward. He whistled. “I think she likes you, 'Stripe'.”
The skunk boy farted softly in the suit. 
He then eyed the machine. And decided. 

--

Dean waddled into class just as they were starting to take roll call. He recognized no faces save one: Vicki. She patted the seat across from her. The skunk boy blushed hard and hoped no-one saw it. A good chunk of the class was glancing his way as it was. Not only was he the last one in, but half the class had seen (or heard about) a kid taking off from the treatment lab. Dean wondered if he was going to get teased and-or abused now or later. His fur still tingled from the beam that had been used on him. He still couldn't believe had gone though with it. He reminded himself there were still at least 2 more treatments and other things before the point of no return. That kept him from freaking out fully. 

“Hurry up please. Get in your seat.”, the teacher instructed. Dean scuttled to the desk waiting for him and pretended to read one of the 'books' they had been given (it was barely 20 pages long, thin and wide enough to serve as a place-mat).  

Once the class settled, the teacher took a moment to look them over. It was a big class. As always. But nothing she couldn’t handle. Molding rowdy kids into perfect pampers was her specialty. She clinched her ass a bit and felt her diaper rustle against her buttock. She smiled and began.

“Welcome students! My name is, once again, Mrs. Stewart! I'll be your instructor for the next few weeks.”, the rabbit told them once more. Getting the kids all thought the first round of processing was always too hectic for proper introductions. At least now she could get to know them a bit. She recognized the ones who would be troublemakers, the ones who would be good little teacher's pets, and so on. She even recognized the skunk boy who had taken off earlier. She wondered if he'd get though the whole process...well, that's what she was here for. 

Once the kids settled, the rabbit woman sat down on her desk. She had their attention, some of them scratching themselves impatiently. “Well I'm sure you all have a lot of questions. I'll start with the basics. You should have read this by now but if you haven't well, I don't mind hearing myself talk.”, she giggled. A few agreeing murmurs and giggles came after. 
“First things first. You are all going to be diapers. That's the whole point of this. I don't want to scare anyone. But this is something you can't just drop out of. This will be a permanent process. You can not be changed back once the conversion is complete.”
Dean swallowed thickly at that. A few kids fidgeted. At least one girl wet herself.
“But you are all doing a great service. And being a diaper has benefits. For starters, you will essentially last forever.”, she dropped upon them. A few excited sounds. A gasp. Dean rolled his eyes a bit. Just barely, in-case she looked his way. Diapers were usually passed down in the family. Everyone knew that. Dean himself was wearing his Dad's old teen diapers. His little brother was wearing his diapers from when he was a baby, and so on. When they got too old and stopped coming clean, they were recycled. Into what he didn’t know. He assumed he'd find out while he was here. 

“And you will be cared for and provided for, for the rest of your days.”  The class agreed. Treating one's diapers careful and lovingly was taught as soon as possible. Stories of people destroying their diapers was almost unheard of. So that was a given.  Dean thought of how they took care of the diapers at home. His family kept their diapers each in a marked shelf on the big changing table in the bathroom. The only time they weren’t on the shelf was when they were in the diaper pail or on their hips. There was little in-between. Dean remembered being scolded when he was younger for throwing a dirty diaper in a trash can at the mall. Mom had made him dig though the garbage with her till they found it. She told him later it wasn’t because they were expensive (they were). It was because he should respect something that protects him. 

“Miss?” a voice squeaked. A beaver girl in the back row. She had her hair done up in a bow and she wore thick glasses. She looked younger then much of the class. The teacher nodded and pointed. “Go ahead.” The girl nodded and asked her question. 
“Why do we make kids into diapers?” she asked. A couple kids giggled, a few grumbled. The rabbit simply smiled and nodded. 
“I hoped someone would ask that. The answer isn’t just 'Because everyone wears diapers!'. No, it boils down to two things: waste and population.”, she began. The class, much of them not knowing this part, listened a bit more intently. 
“There are too many people in the world today. If every one of us used 'disposable' diapers, well, we'd run out of room to get rid of them in no time flat. Can you imagine, dumps full of nothing but diapers? Perish the thought. So, that leads to why the technology that brings us here today was made. Not only do we slow the population growth a bit, we also produce a recyclable, long lasting diaper. And thus we keep from making the planet one giant diaper pail.”, she finished. A few kids giggled, most nodded. Dean nodded too. He had figured this concept out a few years ago. 

“As for why kids, well that's fairly simple. Adults make much too large diapers to be of use. Of course, we do have a line of extra extra large diapers but we get plenty of adult volunteers to meet that demand.”, she started.  Dean remembered seeing a few very fat kids earlier and assumed there was an class of double-sized kids somewhere here getting the same speeches. 
“And kids do better mentally. Being a diaper is a very different existence then being a furson. Mental adjustment is part of the process. Kids take to it much easier then adults ever do.”

Dean shivered at that. Brainwashing? He let his bladder go and squirmed a bit. He nearly jumped out of his seat however when something laid on his paw. He looked over and saw Vicki had her paw on his. Dean's heart slowed down after a bit. At some point he started to smile and didn't stop that day...
 
--

By bedtime, Dean's fur was already falling out. He and every other student had been scratching and itching throughout the day and leaving mounds of shed fur. The teacher didn't seem to mind. After the third or forth kid realized their fur was falling out the teacher had stopped the lesson (history of diapers) and explained to them that this was a side effect of the first step. The beam used on them had begun the process of turning them from flesh and blood to plastic and padding. The first thing that happened is the fur falls out as the skin becomes softer and crinkly. She told them by tomorrow morning they would likely will be mostly hairless. Several of the girls in class weren't keen on this idea. By the time class ended and they were all shown their rooms, a population of hats had developed among the student body. On the way to the dorms, Dean noticed Nick and several other employees armed with leaf blowers and brooms as they began to collect all the lost hair. The buzz of motors didn't end till well after dark.

Dean rubbed the last of his paw fur off and examined his gray skin. It felt the same as before to him. Maybe a bit clammy. Maybe a bit wrinkly in places, like he'd been in the bath too long. But nothing too bad. He could deal with this so far. The only surprise was how cold he was without his fuzz. PJ’s were packed in his suitcase but he saw some being passed out to the kids who didn't have them. 

Dean's dorm was less a dorm and more of an aircraft hanger that was sectioned off by thin walls. There was a boys-side and girls-side. Rows upon rows of bunk beds with small lockers wedged between. Roughly 5 sets of bunks in each large cubical-like section. The ceiling was seen high above them, a naked expanse of pipes and air conditioning. It was obvious this was not going to be a long stay here. Dean found his assigned bed and locker, happy to see his bag already waiting for him inside. While his head still had fur on it, his paws had all become bald and much of his groin. He shyly slipped into his PJ’s and shook the black hair out of his day clothes and neatly put them away. He had made it to his section first, save for a turtle boy on the other side. The already hairless kid got to skip this highlight of the process it seemed. The kid was shorter then Dean, but wider thanks to his thick shell. He wore nothing but a pair of pampers and laid down in his bunk with a few glances and a polite hand wave. Then he was in a book and didn't glance Dean's way at all as he changed clothes. 

With nothing better to do, Dean got into his bunk and put in his headphones. There was a small TV built into the wall, several in fact. The skunk found a remote built into the bed's railing and soon was channel surfing. Something bright and colorful lulled him to sleep. 

--

“So, when's the last time you wet yourself?” the rabbit teacher asked.
“Umm...two days ago?” Dean muttered. The teacher nodded, seeming to be pleased by that. Dean nodded and sat back down. His butt crinkled loudly. As did his entire body. 
Mrs. Stewart continued going though the class, asking this same question. Like Dean, most of the class had stopped urinating or pooping now. And while this was slightly embarrassing to be asked, it had gotten routine after she did it every morning. After everyone had become used to being smooth and hairless, the next few days had been history and then going into the process that was now occurring to them. The details weren't particularly deep but that was fine. Each child was experiencing it firsthand. 

Dean looked at his fingers, finding them stubby and oddly fat-looking. It reminded him of marshmallows.  He had switched to a big fat pencil yesterday to accommodate them. While his fingernails and toenails had all fallen off at some point, he did have one left on his middle fingers. It was hard to miss as they had become very wide, flat and had started to grow longer. They felt thin and the undersides were sticky. While Dean himself was still a pale gray color, his nails were a bright orange. They were his tapes he reminded himself. 

The skunk boy looked around the room. Bald and oddly plastic-y faces greeted him. Just like his. And oddly this now shared look helped Dean feel a bit better. He belonged to a very odd club now it seemed.

 He eyed Vicki as she adjusted herself in her chair. He blushed a bit as he noticed she was naked again. She squeaked a giggle. Clothing was becoming harder and harder to keep to. Dean's soft slick butt was thinner now and he barely could keep his diapers pulled up. He was glad for his long tail as it now served as a hook to help keep his pamper up. He had forgone pants entirely. His shirt hung loosely on him and he figured by tomorrow he'd might as well be wearing a tarp. Vicki was an early adopter of going nude but she wasn't alone. At least half a dozen kids were doing the same as her. And a few only wore diapers and a smile. Then again, it wasn’t like there was much to see. Like Dean, Vicki’s nipples had smoothed away entirely and they both only had a slight divot to denote a navel. As for downstairs, things had simplified as well. Dean still had his maleness, as did Vicki her lady bits. But both of those were on the way out. The skunk boy shifted a bit, feeling his smaller penis against his diaper. He barely could feel it now and since he had 'gone dry' it was not much different to him then a rather big nipple there. Vicki, if one were to glance between her bare legs, would be able to show you a soft divot that split her hips and little else. 

“Well class, today we are going to start the next part of the processing. A change in diet.”, she announced. Several of the kids shifted or made excited sounds. The meals here, while good, had not exactly been filling. Dean had been skipping dinner and barely eating anything period. He just wasn’t hungry. And the school obviously expected this as the portions had become smaller and smaller over the last few days for everyone. Even the fat kids had gone down to being sustained by a candy bar that lasted all day. 

The teacher spoke into her radio briefly and the class doors soon opened. Several carts were wheeled into the aisles. Lined with baby bottles. A few kids giggled at this. 

“Now now. Don't mind the infantile nature of this. Soon you won't have teeth to chew with so you will be sharing your dining habits with your little siblings.” Mrs. Stewart informed them, loud enough to chide the giggling kids into compliance. 
While Dean hadn't been thirsty, the sight of the bottles oddly made him that way. He was anxious by the time he had been given one. He thought for a moment 'maybe I shouldn’t'. He glanced at Vicki and saw her sucking at her bottle greedily. He shrugged and put the nipple in his lips.

The flavor was strong but tangy. It reminded Dean of apple juice but not quite. His belly seemed to enjoy it as he sucked it down. He belched when he was done, feeling almost swollen. 

“Oooh!” Vicki’s voice came into his ear. He thought she was complimenting him on his belch and blushed. That wasn’t the case however. She was leaning over next to him and looking at his belly. His shirt was wet. Odd. He hadn’t spilled any from the bottle. Dean lifted up his shirt and looked at his belly. It was swollen. And moist feeling. Wet. He was wet. The skunk boy tried to pee himself but nothing happened there.

–

The revelation that he and everyone else was drinking pee made Dean sick to think about. At least at first. He tried to resist the sudden restart of thirst in his body. The squishyness of his yellowed stomach lasted a few hours before it seemed to dry up. Mrs. Stewart had asked him to show it off when he realized he had 'dried'. 
“This class is a perfect example of how your bodies are working now. Waste products are introduced and absorbed into you. After a period of time your body will 'process' the matter and you will become 'clean' again.”, she told them, squishing his belly pudge to demonstrate. 

Dean was red faced most of the day but not horribly so. Seeing several kids with what was quickly dubbed 'wet belly' helped him get over that. Once class was done he went back to his bunk and found a snack waiting for him. A bottle with what he knew was piss, and oddly, a sandwich. He saw similar snacks set out for the rest of the kids as well. He pursed his lips a bit and tried to ignore it, settling to watch TV again. The colorful cartoons and baby shows weren't keeping his attention. Oddly a channel that seemed to be nothing but diagrams of bare bottoms and groins had turned up on the dial. He realized it was likely the start of the 'training' part of the program. He flicked back to the cartoons...
for a little while...

The snack was gone shortly after. Dean smacked his lips. Peanut butter hadn't tasted this good in ages. He'd have to ask for another tomorrow night...

–

The second treatment went quicker then the first one did by far. Mostly because this time Nick and the other PADS-suited employees came to them instead of the other way around. After inspection one morning, Nick waddled into the classroom in his suit. Behind him, siting in a big cart, was a small machine with what looked like a bar-code scanner attached to it. Ms. Stewart informed them that this was the second treatment and to please stay at their desk (or on the floor as some of the short kids now did). The rabbit woman then retreated from the room into the hallway. Nick went though a checklist, scanning bar-codes with the machine before he picked up another attachment. This thing was different. It looked somewhat like an oversized flashlight, but the assortment of thick wires tethering it to the machine said otherwise. The chipmunk boy, still recognizable by his width, lifted his arms as he was told and was 'treated' first. The same blue light from before came from the device and Nick went up and down the smaller body with it from head to toe. He moved onto the next kid and then the next from there. When he came to Dean, the skunk saw the ferret had to take a moment to recognize him. All of the class could pass as twins now if need be with their similar faces and color. “Oh! Heh, didn't recognize you 'Racing Stripe'.”, he teased. “All ready?” he asked. Dean nodded, raising his arms. The ferret ran the soft, ticklish light over his skin and when done, patted his soft head. Dean giggled. Vicki was impatient and pulled on the ferret's suit leg a bit. “Come on, we don't got all day.”, she teased. Nick made a show of begrudgingly moving on to the mouse girl. Dean didn't feel any different then last time he had been treated but that didn't bug him. He had decided. He was going to be a diaper. And he should enjoy the ride.

He did take time to get Nick's attention later when he saw him in the hallway though. Many of the kids were getting winded just walking from their dorms to the classrooms so the skunk decided to take advantage of this. “Niiick!” he called out in a crinkly voice. The ferret, out of his suit and resembling an animate broom, looked around till he saw the short skunk child waddling awkwardly. He waved and then ran to the child as Dean started to totter as if he was going to fall over. Or at least, it was convincing enough the adult bought it. The boy was shocked however at how light he had become. Nick caught him one handed and picked him up by the scruff of his back skin (which felt quite odd as he could feel it squish up under his grip).
“Need a ride?” Nick asked. Dean nodded and let the man carry him in his arms like a toddler. He was about that size now actually...
“Nick?”
“Yeah?”
“Wh...what are the PADS suits made from?” the skunk turning diaper asked. Nick paused for only a moment before he answered. “What do you think?” 
Dean thought a moment and whispered, “I think they're made outta big kids or adults.”
Nick nodded gently. “Mhmm.”
Dean perked up and giggled. “I knew it.” 
Once they arrived at Dean's dorm and bunk, the skunk child asked one more thing on the subject. “Did...did you ever want to be a PADS suit?” 
Nick rolled his tongue a bit. “I did. But I got beat to the punch kinda.”
“What's that mean?” Dean questioned. Nick leaned over and whispered, “Already got one in the family.” To which Dean blinked, “Who?”
Nick however was already getting up and starting to leave. He left the diaper to be with this tidbit to chew on, “Let's just say Big bro is mighty comfortable.”

--

A bell rang and Dean woke up gently. He sat up and found he had to struggle to get the sheets off himself. 'When did they switch to lead blankets?' He wondered. Luckily, one of the assistants was standing by when he awoke. The possum man smiled and helped pull the blankets off the boy and picked him up and sat him down on the cart. Dean fell back and leaned against what he thought was the turtle boy. His face had sunk inward and he couldn’t really tell anymore. But that was OK. He was soft and thicker then Dean and supported his weight easy. The cart was big enough that soon all 5 boys in this bunk section had been sat on it. “Well, you boys are too small for the bunks I think. How bout sleeping in the classroom tonight?” the possum man asked. A few of the kids nodded. “Sure” Dean said softly. His voice was soft and hard to understand now. That was OK. Diapers crinkled more then they spoke. 

Shortly, Dean and the rest of his bunk mates were sat in on the floor in front of the teacher. She smiled at them and once everyone had arrived she started class with the daily inspection. “You first.”, she said, pointing at Dean. He nodded and stood up. He barely came to her mid thigh now so the woman gently gripped the top of his head and lifted him up, setting him on her desk. Dean rubbed his soft head and felt it mush back into shape after a few pushes. He giggled at the odd feeling of his soft scalp moving around. Mrs. Stewart inspected him quickly. She took his paws and looked them over. Square, no fingers. Tapes big and sticky. She smiled and looked at Dean's feet. Likewise toe-less and square at the edges. Dean was glad she was so close as he could fall over if he had to stand too long. Vicki had done so yesterday. She laughed about it afterward. 
The teacher turned him around and looked at his butt. Round and thick. She parted the slight butt crack he still had and found no exit between his plastic cheeks. She made an approving sound. She turned him around and put a hand to his groin. Nothing there either. She then looked at his face. A short soft muzzle, eyes that were struggling to keep open. A smooth head and tiny soft ears that would soon be gone. She ran a finger along his lips and pushed around his mouth. His mouth was small and his lips almost chapped. But stretchy. She felt the back of his head and pushed so that she could feel her finger tip with her thumb though his thin head. “Good. Your tail hole should open up today or tomorrow”, she told the boy. He smiled awkwardly around her finger. 

Inspection done, she put the skunk back on the floor and went to the next child. The inspection took most of the class time. Which was shorter and shorter now. Or at least so it seemed. Dean found himself losing interest unless he was being directly addressed or interacted with. That was OK too. The teacher had told them that their perception of time was changing. Diapers lasted a very long time and a good part of that was siting in a drawer or in a diaper pail. If they perceived time like a furson did, they would go crazy very quickly. Dean would pleasantly zone out between being inspected and fed just like he did every day.

Dean found a bottle in his lips and tried to drink. His lips pursed and he could barely coax a dribble before he gave up. That was OK too. Mrs. Stewart took the bottle and squirted it on his chest and neck instead. He mmm'ed and smiled widely as he felt the warm pee soak into his padding. Being wet was how he liked being most days now. It felt warm and fun and he loved being soggy. Even better was being messed. Or so he was told. It was too hard to eat his stinky sandwiches once his teeth fell out. He missed that taste. He hadn't been 'used' yet. Soon though. He was looking forward to it now. A nag in his head told him he shouldn’t feel this way but he ignored it as he felt his crotch swell up and sag, making him spread his legs.

–

None of the class had noticed it when they first came to the academy. The baskets had been set on a shelf just out of their reach. And now that they were small enough to be folded, they found out why. 
It turned out that the previous class before theirs had been in the classroom with them for almost the entire time. All of them neatly folded and kept out of reach until they had finished transforming and were ready for the last treatment. Almost no one had noticed when Ms. Stewart had handed the basket of diapers to another employee, or when the now empty basket had come back. The class of 50 now watched in quiet awe as the teacher began to pack them away for their final days in her care. Dean and the rest were all much smaller now. And had been sleeping in the classroom floor for the last couple days. It was too hard to get back to the dorms and they all found it quite comfortable to lay on the carpet as if it was no different then their beds. Dean watched intently as Vicki was picked up and inspected one more time. Almost no sign of her form was left. A little bit of a bulge as her head was sinking into her shoulders. Thin as a bath-towel, and with no face except where her mouth was now a wide O with stretchy elastic for tails to fit though. She made soft wiggles and crinkle sounds as she was inspected. And then the teacher folded her arms to her chest, her legs up against her belly, and then folded her in half, face to her former crotch. In the basket she went with the others. Dean was next and wiggled slightly. He had a slight bulge below his butt that was formerly his tail. He couldn’t speak, as his tongue was long gone. He was finding that all his senses were now fundamentally changing. He couldn't really 'see'. He had no eyes. But he sensed that a warm large form was touching him. He 'knew' it was the teacher. Just as he 'knew' Vicki had been put in the basket before him. He also 'knew' she had been giggling about what a good diaper she was becoming. She was proud of it and boasting about her pretty tapes, thick padding and special swim diaper shape. Of course, he didn't actually 'hear' any of that. Dean's ears had disappeared yesterday entirely. Once the former skunk found his face against his soft crinkly groin, he was lifted up and sat down on-top of Vicki He 'knew' this too. Just like how she was still calling him Racing Stripe, even though the only stripe he had now was the wetness strip along his backside. 

In what seemed like no time at all, the entire class was packed neatly in the two baskets. And while no sound except the occasional crinkle and rustle was actually made, Dean was aware of every one of them talking as if nothing had changed. He realized that he was smelling more then anything else now that most of his other senses were gone. Smell and touch. He felt them all against him in the stack he now occupied. And he smelt their smell: plastic and padding. Just like his. 
Vicki was talking to him now. Asking if he liked smelling his own crotch. The former skunk giggled and asked her the same thing...
And soon, the diaper's conversations moved to the fact that a new class of students was here. And none the wiser that their seniors were watching and waiting for their big day. Graduation.

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Ms. Stewart handed the baskets over to a beaver man with bad BO. She made a point to not point it out when he had his arms up as he took the baskets and arranged them on his cart. She bid her students goodbye and turned to the new batch of kids. Many of them already losing their fur and starting to get smaller. She rubbed her wet crotch a bit and decided she would change herself after lunch period.

Graduation, as it turned out, was a class field trip though the diaper factory half of the school. The baskets of diapers that was formerly a class was dumped onto a conveyer belt along with dozens of other ones. Each size of diaper having its own belt, feeding deeper into the factory. The little diapers found themselves being pushed into place by metal frames around the belts that forced them all into a neat single file row. Above, a video was playing that was only for them. It was a recording of Paddington, the diaper teddy mascot that adorned all of the packaging and school logos. He smiled warmly at all the little diapers as he read a special message just for them. “Welcome my brand new diapers! This is your final treatment and then you will be off to packaging. The final treatment is to help your minds settle into your new role.” At this point the video changed to a diagram of a rump and crotch seen from a diaper's point of view. “Good diapers take their owner's messy and wetness and hold it allllll in. Good diapers love to be stinky and wet. That means you are being useful. You love to be useful. Diapers are meant to be used. When you are dirty, you'll go in a diaper pail. In a few days, you'll be clean and ready to wear again!” he reminded them all. A soft red light passed over every diaper in the chute and made them all feel warm and happy. The process was complete. They were now full diapers. Inside each child's mind they found their sense of self changing. Before where there were little mice, beavers, foxes and squirrels, they were replaced with colorful diapers of all shapes and sizes. 

Dean found Vicki holding his paw. “Are you ready Racing Stripe?”, she asked him. He nodded. And the skunk and mouse both stopped being kids, and started being diapers.  

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Sometime later-

Dean the diaper found a pair of warm hands grasping him and lifting him out of his package with practiced speed. This was clearly the mother of this family. She had a warm caring stink to her. She unfolded his tiny plastic body, powdered him slightly, and then slipped him under a warm round rump. A soft cotton tail slipped though the diaper's tail-hole and wiggled impatiently. The rabbit teenager wiggled and squirmed a bit as Dean took in his smell. His tight little anus against Dean's face and teasing him so. Dean liked how he stank already. He'd be a good owner he thought. And his mommy would keep him in line if need be. The rabbit's cock pushed against the diaper as it was taped closed and the boy sat up. The bunny's penis was moist and gave Dean just a taste of his wetness. Flavorful and shy. Dean was amused by him already. He could tell the teen was too old for his Mom to be changing his diapers. It was cute in a teasing way. 
Shortly, pants were pulled up around the diaper and the boy's hips and he made his way to school. 
Being in school felt very familiar to Dean. Not that he could tell what was being taught. Just that the rabbit boy was anxious to get done and head home. He had video-games waiting for him and a math test to forget. 

There was a rustling and Dean felt the rabbit get up and waddle to the front of the class. He felt him stretching to write something on the blackboard...and his tight bunny pucker loosened as warm soft bunny muck slipped out of him and into his eager, hungry diaper. No one noticed the rabbit boy had pooped his pants. Because that was like pointing out the sky was blue. Or that Dean the diaper loved his job. Because he was a diaper. And that's what diapers do.