“Alright, Shilva!” The nurse’s bubbly-bright voice sickened even herself with how false it seemed, but it always seemed to get the tard’s attention. The pink fox in question looked up from the toy he was chewing on with a dumb smile, a little dribble of drool spilling over his bottom lip. 
She tried again, forcing the smile on her face a little wider. “Alright, Shilva! You seem to be all good, so I’m going to take my break, okay? You’ll be aaaall alone for just a little while, and then I’ll be back, okay?”
Shilva tilted his head. The nice lady was leaving? He didn’t want that… he didn’t want that at all! He grunted softly, a look of concentration passing across his face. A small little burst of gas escaped from his diapered ass. 
“N-No, nono honey, if you’re going to do that save it until after I-!” The nurse was already dashing to the door but it was too late. Shilva sighed in relief as his asshole spread around a thick log of shit turtling out and pressing against the back of his diaper. He kept it there for a second, enjoying the feeling before pushing it out, feeling it slide down his taint before settling heavily in his plastic padding. 
“Fuck.” She let the facade drop as the retarded pink fox filled his diapers with shit, giggling and drooling all the while with the occasional bounce in his own mess, just to make cleanup harder than usual. She knew that he did it on purpose, and it was no use starting to clean until he was good and done. Perhaps she would stop telling him she was leaving, even though that was the guidelines. 
The fox’s supply of shit finally ran out a few minutes later, leaving the poor nurse with an overloaded diaper to deal with. She sighed and fell to her knees, laying the fox on his back and unhooking the tabs on his retard pants. Shilva giggled in glee, smearing his drool on his chest as he was pampered by the pretty lady. 
She let out an annoyed growl as the diaper fell open; she was used to the brown, clay-like mess that awaited her, but this time the fox had a throbbing red surprise for her. She tried not to react as Shilva looked down coyly at her, waggling his hips to make his cock sway in the air. He wished she would suck it… or that she had a cock for him to suck. It had been so long. 
She had to admit, between the dozens of wet wipes she used to wrestle the shit out of his fur and the struggle she had to lift his ass up to plop it in a fresh pair of plastic diapers, that Shilva was rather well endowed. His cock was large, but not large enough to make one squeamish, and had a few nice, thick veins that circled their way from his hefty knot to the tip of his shaft. If only it wasn’t attached to a greasy, smelly former highschool student, she would be quite attracted to it. 
Finally she was able to set him down in the padding, taping the tabs down tight and sitting Shilva up. “See?” she said, her false cheery voice back. “All better! Now, I’m gonna run for my break!” The fox seemed content, so she made her escape as quickly as she could. Damn the regulations that forced her to change any dirty diaper she was aware of. She was gonna have to take a looong break. 
Several minutes passed by, and the fox spent them idly drooling on his diaper, watching the saliva roll of the plastic front like water off a duck’s back. His ears perked up as he heard the door open again, and looked up again in confusion. The nice nurse lady shouldn’t be back for a while, should she?
In stepped a tall black jackal. A glimmer of recognition lurked somewhere deep in Shilva’s eyes, but it never quite surfaced. Luckily, it didn’t have to.
“My, my, my… Shilva Goldwater, star of his private school, top of the class! You’ve done well for yourself, haven’t you?” Each word drooled like honey from the jackal’s grinning lips. The tone was saccharine, overtly mocking, but this was lost on the pink fox. The jackal adjusted his tweed overcoat, pocketing his round glasses.
“Shilva, don’t you recognize me?” He bent down, level with the retarded fox. Shilva simply stared the stranger in the eye, blankly grinning. “Ah mean, dontcha recognize me?” The trashy accent made Shilva tip his head, but still nothing. The jackal stood back up, clearing his throat.
“Of course you don’t. Not much left of you, is there? Quite honestly, I could be having a more productive conversation with a wall. But anyways, I’m Lynch. I’m the reason you’re stuck in here as a drooling, mindless retard. Some part of you has to remember that. Don’t worry; I’m not here to make things worse for you. Indeed, I’m here for quite the opposite. See, I’ve been…”
He looked down to see Shilva staring back at him. His jaw hung open, and drool dripped freely onto the fox’s pink chest. The fox grunted a bit, lifting his leg, and began to push thick logs into his diaper, filling the plastic padding happily. The jackal observed with a sort of disbelief. Was he really that bad? Shilva reached into his diaper, pulling out a handful of the brown shit and smearing it onto his chest. Yeah, he was that bad. 
Lynch sighed softly. “Yes, I’m wasting my words on you, aren’t I? I can take a hint. So, here’s the deal. I like to go around to my, uh, past associates and check in on them, see? Between the time you and I last met, I’ve picked up a few tricks, and as a sort of olive branch I’m gonna offer something to you.”
Shilva tipped his head. The nice jackal was gonna give something to him? Was it… candy? Or shit? Oooh, he hoped it was shit!
Lynch crouched down again, lowering himself to the fox’s height. “Whatever you desire, I can make it happen. Whatever you wish will come true. It doesn’t matter what it is, it can be anything!” Shilva didn’t react. “You could… wish me into the same position as you are. You could wish your intelligence back. You could even wish none of this happened, that I haven’t been born or I never met you and your rabbit friend. I ask nothing in return. Sound like a deal?”
Shilva giggled a bit, though it didn’t seem to be in response to anything the jackal said. In fact, Lynch didn’t think the fox got a single thing out of that whole speech. No matter; Lynch grabbed the fox’s hand and shook it. The deed was done. Verbal or non-verbal, the fox’s next deeply-held desire would come true. Lynch would make certain of it, even if it was detrimental to himself. The jackal was confident that it wouldn’t be, however; the fox didn’t have the brains to think of revenge, let alone wishing reality back to where it used to be. No, it would probably be wasted on something like a new diaper, or a piece of candy, or some shit to eat. 
Lynch stood up, dusting off his tweed jacket and putting on his glasses. “Now… Shilva, I wish you luck. I have a student to meet at college; he’s having some grade issues, and I intend to help him out. You be careful with that wish, you hear?” 
Shilva did not hear. Lynch chuckled, pushing his glasses up his nose and walking out of the room. The door clicked shut with a sense of finality; Shilva would not see Lynch again.
Shilva sat there for the longest time, left alone as he often was. During that whole time, Shilva didn’t want for any one thing hard enough to make it reality. In fact he didn’t really want or think about anything at all. It was common for hours to go by without a single thought passing between the poor pink fox’s ears. He simply sat there, rubbing his diaper idly and wriggling in the mess. He liked the mess.
The door clicked. The fox’s ears perked up. He looked towards the door as it opened, and in stepped a small cat clad in brown pants and a lab coat. “Ahh, Shilva! How we doing, bud?” His voice was just as fake as the nurse’s. 
Shilva frowned a bit. He didn’t want another boring ol’ doctor to come in and do tests and stuff. That was boring! The fox had a funny thought. What if the doctor was a empty-headed diaperbutt like him? Shilva closed his eyes, smiling gently as the image burned into his mind.
The doctor turned around from his table, shuffling some papers in his paws. “Alright, Shilva, if you… if you’ll…” His brows furrowed as he found his usually verbose vocabulary strangely… lacking. He tried again. “Alright, Shilva… if…” 
He stopped. What was going on? A slight haze surrounded him as reality warped, slowly but surely. It could go quick or slow, but it seemed to be taking its time with the cat, letting the doctor almost reach the conclusion that something was seriously wrong before yanking it away, changing him just a bit.
“Aight, Shilva…” He tried one last time before stopping halfway through yet again, but this time it was on his own. What was he doing here, anyways?
The cat looked around, eyes hazily fixed on his surroundings. They looked familiar, and yet… yet his clothes didn’t seem right. Brown pants, lab coat… why would he be wearing those? Did he belong in those? He shifted uncomfortably, looking around one more time.
What was this place for anyways? The question sounded in his mind, and for the first time in a little while he had an immediate, clear answer. This place was for intelligent scientists… and dumb, mindless shit eaters. And if he wasn’t a scientist…
He giggled a little, getting a little bow legged as a diaper formed from nothing, welling up between his legs and stretching his pants as they grew. He’d never gone to school, even preschool. He’d never learned much of anything! It had always been this way, even since he was little. 
A hissing filled the room as reality reshaped itself. His bladder relaxed, letting a steady stream of yellow piss into his quickly swelling diapers. The cat hd been in an accident when he was four, a fall down the stairs or… something like that, taking away his learning ability, taking away his toilet training… his tail flagged as he let out a few quick bursts of gas. He began to happily fill his diapers, log after thick log pressing out his tailhole while his pants and shirt dissolved from the fabric of reality. 
Soon he was left in his rapidly filling diapers, never having been dressed in anything else. His diaper sagged, brown and wiggling between his legs. A stupid grin grew over his face. After the accident his parents tried to find help, enrolled him in special ed. Eventually they gave up though, and they sent him here as a last ditch effort. This was years ago. He was a dumb brainless shit eater, and while the scientists labored to fix or at least help him, he proved remarkably resilient against their efforts. 
Every memory he held dear slowly was washed away, erased from existence. Walking down the aisle at his wedding, graduating from high school, middle school… everything was replaced with his new reality. He remembered happily filling his diapers long past when he should have. He hit his fourth, fifth birthday while still wearing heavy duty diapers. He loved to fill them as a child, but his love for that only grew as he got older.
He remembered the days spent filling them when he was young, sitting in his room, playing with his toys and squishing around in shit-filled plastic retard pants. He remembered how one time his parents thought he had finally learned. It was his 7th birthday party, and he hadn’t messed or wet himself in days. The cat giggled a bit, remembering their faces of horror as he noisily messed himself while the chocolate cake was coming right up to him to blow the candles out. He’d been saving it for the special occasion, and man was it worth it!
 After that came the cherished memories at special ed, all this time spent separated from the normal kids. He got to wear his diaper and be around other people like him, and most his days were spent ignoring his schoolwork and annoying his teachers with incessant drooling and shitting. One time he had taken a handful of shit out of his diapers and threw it at the teacher as she tried to teach the smarter how to multiply. She wasn’t happy, but all the other kids were!
One day, as he watched all the other smart people his age walk down the aisle in pretty gowns and caps, some people in their own gowns came to him. Those gowns were open and different from his class’. They were flanked by his parents, who seemed sad yet relieved. After the ceremony (and several diaper changes right on the gym floor), the nice people took him here to be with others just like him. 
The cat, now more a kitten, sank to his knees, looking down at his piss-soaked diapers and drooling over them. No progress had ever been made in fixing him, and as he grew older he became unsatisfiable and horny. It was common in males afflicted with his problem, and so he’d been paired with the most cock-addicted patient they had.
The kitten stared as a bulge formed in his diapers. His cock strained against the plastic padding holding it prisoner, needing a lick, a suck, anything. He whined in arousal, getting the attention of Shilva, who up to this point was simply observing the changes passively.
Shilva remembered a little of Lynch coming in and promising him… something, but that was all in the back of his mind, soon to be erased. All he saw now was his long-time crib mate kitty, and his friend needed his cock sucked!
Reality began to settle as the pink fox crawled to the kitten, pulling down the front of his diapers and wrapping his lips around the tip of the barbed red cock. Shilva closed his eyes to the sounds of the kitten’s moans, sticking his tongue out just a bit as he swallowed his favorite plaything. 
There was a jiggling at the door as reality settled, creating a new scientist from scratch. She’d been a hooker in a past life, but here she was head of the program. She opened the door, and upon seeing the two friends ‘playing’, she grinned and let it close. She would give them some alone time.
The kitten whimpered and moaned as Shilva’s skilled tongue lapped at his balls, intermittently wrapping around his cock and teasing at his barbs. It didn’t take long for a mrowl to ring out into the air, and the kitten bucked into Shilva’s maw, who suckled down the warm, sweet cum happily. The kitten fell back, contented, and Shilva pulled the diaper back up as the door opened again. Isn’t life grand?