The lights clicked on and hummed to life, waking Jamie from his restless slumber. Bright, painful light from the fluorescent bulbs overhead flooded his cell in the instant before the lock on the door was noisily unlatched. As the knob rattled, the groggy fox realized just how sore he was. His bed was small and uncomfortable, and the straitjacket kept his arms stiffly in a single position for hours at a time. 

He was thankfully not muzzled. The same could not be said for his roommate, a rat thus far only referred to as “126” in his presence, who regularly had a strip of medical tape binding his maw shut. This measure was taken by the orderlies seemingly to help curb his incessant glib remarks as much as it was to prevent him from biting during any escape attempts. Jamie was, however, still thickly diapered, much to his displeasure. He was still getting used to the bulk of the padding between his thighs. His bladder ached for its morning release, but the vulpine still wanted to minimize the humiliation of being found with wet protection after so long fighting against them. Being forced to wet himself was one thing, but giving in and willingly doing so was entirely different. 

Not that he could make himself piss away the need at the moment anyway.

His morning erection pressed hard against the lining of his tightly-taped diaper. Secured in place by a crotch-strap, it was a slightly painful situation where his length was oddly turned and unable to fully engorge. The blanket covering his diaper-clad groin and naked legs effectively hid his arousal. He willed it to deflate to avoid absorbing every last moment of embarrassment he could before being rescued. Although he assumed it was invisible to a casual observer, he could see the lump of his own titillation, much to his chagrin, and failed in his attempt to quell it. 

The door swung open and to Jamie’s dismay, it was not Ajit, the tiger who had treated him well and was willing to help him escape his accidental imprisonment, but rather Razi, the mischievous stallion, who swaggered inside. The horse stifled a yawn as he smirked at his charges. Already awake, the rodent was strapped to his cot in a series of five-point restraints.

“Diaper check!” Razi announced. “Who needs a change this morning?”

He tugged away the murine’s threadbare blanket and noticed the once pristine diaper was inflated and discolored a pale yellow with urine. The rat didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. In fact, the edges of his muzzle drew back in a lewd smile. His face pointed nowhere in particular, but the center of his ebony sclera seemed focused entirely across the room at Jamie.

“Definitely 126.” He scribbled a brief note on the clipboard clutched in his hooved fingers. “And how about the new guy? I hear you’ll be assigned a patient ID number at some point today too, so we’ll have something official to call you.”

“I have a name,” Jamie objected. Ajit was going to help him arrange his release, so there was no need to be overly malleable to the equine’s whims.

Razi ignored him and ripped away his sheet, revealing his hidden shame. The horse’s eyes lingered on the suddenly obvious bulge in the fox’s diaper which betrayed his hardness as he snickered openly. The todd’s ears drooped while his face grew hot, but even then his swollen sheath failed to abate. The orderly’s grin twisted cruelly.

“It certainly looks like someone likes their new attire,” he teased. “But still dry? We don’t want you dehydrating. I’ll make a note to increase your fluid intake, just to be safe.”

126 snorted from his end of the room.

“I do have to pee, but I’ll wait to use the toilet,” Jamie replied, trying to sound resolute even though he was well enough aware had no position of strength from which to argue.

“You know I can’t let you do that. Especially because you failed your little challenge yesterday,” his captor taunted.

The canid scowled, but had already learned that fighting against Razi only spurred him on to greater depravations. He hoped by not engaging further and giving him more ammunition for banter that the equine would either give in and allow him the freedom, or at least give up on the bullying due to boredom. Surely, the orderly’s cohort, Ajit, would arrive soon. The tiger seemed pliable enough to occasionally spare him shame and even assist him in trying to escape his unwarranted confinement. The striped feline was naturally skeptical of Jamie’s story, however, and only committed to bringing the matter to the asylum director’s attention at his earliest reasonable opportunity. If the big cat was to be his caretaker that morning, perhaps he could be convinced to undo his bindings and let him relieve himself like an adult.

“Go ahead and pee. Then you can get your morning shower and a dry diaper.”

Jamie snarled and looked away.

“I promised that I would break you properly. So you can either obey me now, or we can do this the hard way.”

The vulpine’s mind flashed back to the stressful position he was in the previous day that eventually led to him losing control of his bladder and wetting himself like a cub, and shivered. He hoped he wouldn’t have to endure that again, but if all went well he only had to survive another day before his freedom. He still had a desire to humiliate himself as little as possible in the meantime. As though reading his mind Razi raised his brow and stood. He moved to gather some equipment to repeat the torture.

Just then, Ajit sauntered in. His jaw stretched in an enormous yawn.

“The newbie refuses to wet again, so I’m just preparing to force it...again,” Razi explained, unprompted. He spoke guilelessly. The callous joy he took was barely concealed in his tone.

The tiger’s gaze rolled over Jamie, who stared back pleadingly.

“You made a deal,” he mouthed back silently, before turning toward his horse companion. “Let’s at least use a gentler technique,” he offered, taking some small pity on his prisoner. He rummaged through a cabinet for a few items on his own. Then he turned on a sink in the corner of the room to a light trickle. The sound immediately renewed Jamie’s urge to relieve himself. Ajit returned to the canid’s bedside with a bucket of water. A foam of shimmering bubbles sloshed over the rim as he moved, splashing suds on the floor. “Just remember: the earlier you give in, the quicker it will be over,” he said, his tone gentle. Despite himself, the fox actually enjoyed the tenor his faint, near-eastern accent.

He held a damp cloth in one paw, and a soft-bristled brush in the other. Razi joined him and took one of the implements for himself. He beamed, as he ran his hooved fingers through the wet bristles of the brush. The ghost of a smile played on the tiger’s mouth as well, although he was much more adept at concealing his enjoyment. They took turns at random intervals sliding their moist tools across their captive’s paw pads. Sometimes teasingly light, other times with firm, smooth motions. The soapy water made them glide effortlessly across his toes, tickling Jamie and making him wriggle and squirm. With each spasm he felt his control on his bladder wane.

“Come on- you’ve done it before. Go ahead and wet your diaper. It isn’t so bad once you get used to it,” the feline cooed as the treatment went on and on. 

Time seemed to distort. What was only seconds stretched in agonizing eternities as the bristles and cloth swiped across his footpaws. Finally, with a shudder he let out a slight trickle of urine, and then whimpered involuntarily as the dam burst completely and his entire bladder released into his padding. The noise of his spray splashing against the lining of his protection was unmistakable. The rush of heat and moisture quickly swelled his diaper and forced his thighs wider apart as it expanded with his piss.

“Much quicker this time. See? What did I say? It isn’t the end of the world,” the tiger commented, his voice squarely on the precipice of sincere and taunting. He looked over to Razi. “Why don’t you change 126? I’ll bathe the kit.” The fit feline condescendingly ruffled the fox’s head-fur.

Not long after, Jamie was brought to the shower room. He waddled, humiliated, through the hallway where they occasionally passed other orderlies and patients. The canid was still not allowed any other clothing, and his ears and tail drooped further in mortification with each fur that they passed. 

In the showers, the vulpine’s restraints were undone and he was allowed to quickly stretch away the stiffness in his limbs before he was shackled with his arms above his head to be washed. He was embarrassed even further as his diaper was untaped and tugged free of his hips, the tapes loudly protesting and echoing off the tiles as they peeled free of the plastic. Once snowy fur around his groin was stained a faint yellow from his urine. The potent scent of his mark hung in the air, concentrated enough due to his bladder being held overnight that it was detectable even over the steam and odor of disinfectant. Despite his shame, he felt appreciative that the tiger was the one who volunteered to bathe him and pull off his spent padding first, rather than Razi.

The water began to spray and Ajit stripped off his own shirt to prevent it from getting wet, revealing his athletic physique. The definition of his body was enticingly visible beneath his smooth fur as he started to scrub his charge’s coat with fragrant shampoo. The gel was scented with lavender and jasmine, almost the cat massaged him almost sensually. If it weren’t for the circumstances, Jamie would actually rather enjoy the handsome feline’s claws running through his fur, touching every inch of him. Slowly but surely, the tiger’s paws start to work their way toward his ward’s groin, tangling in plush the fur there. The vulpine huffed and felt the follicles on his bottlebrush tail prickle with a tingle of delight. His sheath plumped. The crimson tip of his cock started to entreat, its deep ruby color, marbled and veiny, stark against his fur.

“It wasn’t perfect behavior, but I suppose you were more compliant this morning that you were yesterday, and that deserves a reward,” the striped anthro whispered into the canid’s ear from behind.

Ajit wrapped his arms around the bound inmate, placing one palm against his heaving chest while the other reached lower, eventually taking hold of his length. His paw was slick with soap and running water. He scarcely had to work to coax the member completely from its fuzzy confines. After a few strokes, Jamie’s shaft was completely rigid. The fox growled a throaty moan as the bulb of his knot popped free of his sheath. He trembled at the touch. Pre beaded at his tip, and was promptly obscured by the water flowing over his body. The tiger kneaded the sensitive flesh for several seconds at a time, watching spurts of pre jet from him. Each time the tod’s hardness quivered on the edge of release, the big cat let go and returned to scrubbing his pelt for a little while until the moment passed. He then resumed edging the captive anthro.

“Not perfect behavior, so I have to punish you a little bit.”

Jamie’s balls were not spared either, nor was his hole for that matter. Ajit spent ample time toying with each, fondling the heavy orbs and prodding his pucker intermittently. This dragged on until the fox was biting his lower lip, bucking his hips, and practically whining for an orgasm.

Once the feline had his fun, he caressed the vulnerable prisoner to completion. With a snarl, the vulpine’s breath hitched. His sac drew tight and his face skewed in ecstasy as he came. His sex erupted thick ropes of cum across the tiles. The feline milked Jamie’s sensitive length for a bit, before letting go of the wilting member and watching a long strand of glistening seed lazily drip from his spade-shaped crown.

“I think I’ll volunteer to do this for you every morning,” Ajit said, licking a salty pearl from the back of his paw with a flicker of his tongue.

“Every morning?” The confused canid responded between heavy breaths. “I thought you were going to talk to the director for me tomorrow.”

The tiger’s features grew soft.

“Sorry. I found your file and intake papers on the desk in the office this morning. You shouldn’t have lied to me. Although, I have to admit, you’re good at it. I was close to believing you for a second,” his tone was close to sorrowful, as if he felt bad for the fox’s apparent delusions. “Interred indefinitely until deemed cured for deranged behaviour coupled with all manner of sexual indecency, centering mostly on acts involving urine, oddly enough,” Ajit recited matter-of-factly.

“That’s impossible! There shouldn’t be any paperwork. I’m here by mistake. The director-”

“The director’s signature is on it,” the feline finished for him.

Jamie’s mouth hung agape.

‘How!?’ His mind raced.

“Try not to be too upset. After reading your file it sounds like you can enjoy yourself here, if you don’t cause trouble. Anyway, let's get you padded again now, and I think we can do your exercise hour right after breakfast. We can have you do some swimming in the hydrotherapy pool.”

Jamie was made to lie down to get diapered again, and he was too shocked to put up any resistance. Bathed and freshly padded, his straitjacket was refastened and he was ushered to a hall littered with tables and chairs. A small handful of other inmates, volunteers, and orderlies were scattered about. Those in charge spoon-fed the mostly docile patients. A lop-eared hare volunteer had been assigned to ensure that the fox ate his breakfast. Again the vulpine tried to share his story, much as he had done previously with Ajit, but the bunny merely nodded along patronizingly, as though it was a tale he had heard many times before.  He eventually gave up when it became clear that the rabbit was just treated him like a parent would treat a rambling cub. He finished eating in silence, understanding that he was in the volunteer’s place very recently and wouldn’t have believed a word any inmate had told him either.

He morbidly entertained a fantasy that he wasn’t the only wrongfully imprisoned one there, and shivered at the thought of other innocent anthros living out their days within the asylum’s walls.

Razi hadn’t lied about increasing his fluid intake, he noted, and he was indeed served an extra glass of both juice and water with his lunch. He was made to down all of it before he was returned to Ajit’s care. Without his arms free he had to lean forward and suck them down through a straw. It wouldn’t affect him for a while yet, so at least that was a problem that wasn’t urgent. As he was guided down the maze of corridors, it began to sink in that he was truly going to be on his own in working out a solution to his captivity. 

Jamie was returned to the tiled wing of rooms where the showers, lockers, and other water-based amenities were installed. He was led into a locker room where the attractive tiger stood waiting for him, one paw resting on his hip as he reviewed some notes on a clipboard. He was dressed in only a pair of tight-fitting trunks of a striking shade of green that closely matched his eyes. He seemed confident enough in his appearance to casually stand around in just his swimwear, and with how they stretched revealingly snug over his prominent bulge it was easy for anyone to see why. The bunny must not have been interested in males, for he seemed immune to Ajit’s physical charms while he checked off a few things on a list and disappeared to handle his other duties, leaving Jamie in the feline’s paws.

“Still dry?” The cat inquired, eyes darting over to Jamie’s diaper. “I assumed so- it hasn’t been that long and I know how...resistant you are to protocol. Either way, we need to get all that gear off of you and get you into something appropriate for the water.” He glanced around to make sure that they were alone and lowered his voice just a tad. “You just got here, so it hasn’t been a problem for you yet, but as against wetting yourself as you seem to be, I imagine messing is going to be a major issue. So, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll have your exercise time scheduled for hydrotherapy with me every day that I’m working and instead of the regulation trunks, you model whatever swimsuit I choose bring you. If you do that, I’ll break the rules and let you use the toilet to void, rather than make you use your diapers like you are supposed to. Fair?”

“Deal!” The canid replied hastily.

Not only did that seem like a small price to pay (he would be in a swimsuit anyway, what did the cut or color really matter?), but it told him that Ajit was definitely still willing to break the rules and clearly very attracted to him. This was an excellent combination for the fox to build his escape plans around. Maybe it wasn’t too late to secure that meeting with the director and sort out the whole mess.

“Great! I have some already around here that I think are close enough to your size, but it’s good to know I have a reason to buy more,” the feline stated merrily.

He unbuckled Jamie and helped him out of his straitjacket, then let him pull off his own diaper while he retrieved a bundle of cloth from a locker. As the fox balled up and threw aside his padding with distaste he noted that Ajit didn’t consider him enough of a threat to warrant constant vigilance. The tiger tossed the apparel to Jamie and told him to put it on. The vulpine unfurled the silky garment to find that it would indeed fit him, but was obviously a suit meant for a vixen rather than a tod. The black one-piece suit was marked by a thick vertical stripe of crimson on either side and had a rounded diamond cut out of the front at about navel level. It was sleek and sporty, made of a sheer fabric and likely designed for competition. It was evident that the orderly had some sort of crossdressing kink. The bushy-tailed anthro figured he could use that to his advantage.

He donned the swimwear and found himself suddenly flustered and embarrassed by wearing it, more so than he thought he would be, and blushed furiously. Ajit seemed amused by this sudden bout of bashfulness. Jamie had never worn a female’s bathing suit before and the taut pull of the cloth against his body was unfamiliar. It stretched across his slender frame, which drew the eye to his crotch where every contour of his sheath and sac were readily visible beneath the fabric, highlighted by the harsh glare of the light off of the glossy material.

The silken caress of the suit against his maleness teased his sensitive bits, and he started to plump. The obvious throb of his sheath bulged against the suit, embarrassing him further.

“Can we start?” He asked, exasperated and eager for the ripple of the shallow pool to hide his body.

“Let’s!” The tiger led the way and stepped down into the water. He motioned for Jamie to follow.

What ensued was a fairly routine workout of swimming laps. The fox wasn’t the strongest swimmer, so he actually found value in the free lessons as his captor guided him and gave him advice to improve his technique. There were many times over the course of the hour that they were in the water where the cat has a paw on his body to correct a posture or guide him along. Each time the touch lingered; longer, firmer than it needed to be. A gentle squeeze of his groin or a palm gliding across his rump became an increasingly common event, until, by the end of their swim, it would be easier to count the seconds where Jamie wasn’t being groped, rather than those when he was.

As he paddled by, the vulpine was able to feel Ajit’s erection against his thigh, pressing hard against the feline’s trunks. Eager to get on the tiger’s good side and leverage his attraction for assistance, he played along and started to tease and flirt with the orderly. He swam closer and let his body slide up against his guardian’s, flicking his tail provocatively near his snoot as he swished past, and nonchalantly struck erotic poses whenever the opportunity presented itself.

With audible sigh of reluctance, the tiger looked at the clock and announced that it was time to get out and return to the room.

Ajit first towelled himself off, then Jamie, before he picked up his lanyard with his ID badge and keys. They headed back to the block of lockers in the changing room together where the muscular cat pointedly locked the door behind them. He led Jamie around a bend in a row of lockers. There, to the fox’s surprise, were a row of toilet stalls. 

“There are toilets in here?”

“The building wasn’t necessarily designed with all of its occupants being diaper-dependant in mind. And not all of the patients are restricted in the same ways,” Ajit explained. “A promise is a promise,” the feline continued and motioned toward the line of cubicles. “I’ll give you some privacy. I’m going to go and get dressed in the staff room, so if you finish your business before I’m done, just wait for me out near the patient changing area.”

Jamie gratefully took the opportunity to relieve himself properly, not only ridding himself of the excess liquid from his breakfast, but using the opportunity to evacuate as well. After taking his time, he meandered nude back out to the lockers, his effeminate bathing suit clutched in his claw. The vulpine was surprised to find that his jailor hadn’t yet returned. The only exit he was aware of was locked tight, so despite his relative freedom and lack of oversight, escape was still just out of reach. His ears perked up as he heard a noise echo his way. Looking in the direction the curious sound came from, he saw a door ajar against one wall, a placard announcing “STAFF ONLY” affixed to it. 

The fox crept forward, his lithe form making him silent as a thief in the night. As he drew closer he was able to hear more clearly and smell a familiar scent above the drip of water and odor of chlorine and soap- the familiar rhythm of paw pads against hardness and the heady aroma of want in the air. The vulpine’s pointed face peeked through the doorway and saw that Ajit sat naked, back to him, on one of the benches within. His tail lashed aggressively as he unleashed muffled grunts and vigorously pleasured himself. Jamie found himself oddly proud that he could have such an effect on another anthro just by wearing a vixen's swimsuit. His own body pulsed at the thought, but he shoved aside the awkward feeling for the time being. He instead watched and enjoyed the erotic display for a short while.

He started to stiffen, but could tell that the Ajit was already close, and any attempt he made to masturbate would only lead to frustration when the striped fur returned.

The glint of metal suddenly caught his eye. The cat’s clothes hung on hook on the wall, nearer to Jamie than to Ajit, and with them, his lanyard. With how understaffed the hospital was, the cunning canid knew he could sneak free if he could only get his paws on a set of keys. The orderly’s ragged breath alerted him that he didn’t have much time to get back to where he should be, and he drew back around the corner just as the tiger snarled and the scent of his essence suffused the air.

If he could keep Ajit’s trust enough to not be bound in the locker room most days, he could get out. That would be his backup plan if he ended up not being able to use his natural charm to persuade his way into meeting with the old goat who ran the place. It would only be a simple matter of keeping the cat riled up until he became too careless. If the feline intended to go swimming often, he would have his chance yet. But now was not the time to try.

By the time the employee returned, fully dressed, to bring him back to his room, a plan had already taken shape in Jamie’s mind. He lied down obediently at Ajit’s instruction and splayed his legs. He looked away in embarrassment as the rustling plastic diaper was slid beneath him and expertly taped, but didn’t protest. Not even when he was confined to his straitjacket.

His confidence was dampened upon returning to room he had been sharing with 126 as the door was opened and he saw that Razi had just finished stenciling a patient number on the wall above his bed with a can of spray paint. A potent reminder of what would be his life if he failed to escape loomed above where he would sleep that night.

He would be number 269.