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But before that, there's a wicked off-the-walls story about breasts and fryer oil coming eventually.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "All the stories within the holy shit folder I have were simple standalone titles that had similar extreme concepts in their world. They were never meant to be the same world, or have any continuity, but as more of them came, the more it developed.

The holy shit folder is now home to the holy shit world (name pending), and holy shit, is there going to be some crazy messed up stuff coming in future installments. This is an attempt to actually give a history and background to it, focusing on what I'm just calling 'country 1' at the moment, out of three countries conceptualized so far.

I also wanted to do a hospital scene with sexualized practitioners, and made it about the fox family from Relief on the Run giving birth to the son that gets used in that story. This also gives a bit of insight to the functionality of how the kids can survive as toilets.

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. It's basically reached the point where it's a co-developed world, and I can't wait to start the stories about the second country. But before that, there's a wicked off-the-walls story about breasts and fryer oil coming eventually.", "writing": "A young fox girl, born into middle class, grows up in the bustling world her grand parents saw fall apart. Her parents saw it rebuild, and she will see it thrive in new questionable practices. Money is everything, root of evil, key to joy, and the cause of such a collapse. Monetary systems bank on quite a few things to function, and when these banks no longer back such things, their value is little more than worthless. Everyone lost everything, the poor stayed in the struggle of existence, the rich found out their massed pools of money to be of a currency that no longer held value. As the governments and corporations declared bankruptcy, their holdings and properties were lost much like every other citizens.\n\nWith the bare backbone of social structure all that remained, respect and claimed authority the only true things of value now, a new world emerged. As systems of old were collapsing upon their own weight, new solutions had to be found, new ways for society to operate with feasible sustainability. Many nations fell, their absorption into larger blocs nothing more than formal. Each of these new continent-spanning superstates had variations of their issues, but those that were already large had both the best chances and worst cases.\n\nEach nation tried their own solutions, the newly founded and last remaining blocs drawing within themselves to focus on keeping society civil, distancing from the global world. An effort to prevent such widespread connectedness, to not repeat the dependencies that just brought every country to its knees. The vixen would be born in one of these new conglomerated superpowers, and would grow up seeing this nation's solution in particular, the concept of travel and immigration lost.\n\nWith overpopulation and an economic reset, things had to change to save a majority, to keep a functional civil structure and power. Yet these solutions were to sacrifice those who couldn't be saved, and to further dedicate a percent of the population to morally questionable lives that would keep the nation turning at minimal cost.\n\nWith this new globe of isolated continents, only essential trade went overseas between the major blocs, items that both simply couldn't source in their own territory. Beyond this, everything was domestic. Resources, refinement, manufacture, retail. All was meant to be in this country, to save it's own people and economy.\n\nYet these no longer sustainable population numbers had another issue. The land around them, their buildings, their cities. As the middle years of despair and hanging on by a thread dragged on, the governments did their best to support and suppress their people enough to stay in the power that would allow them the authority to keep many alive. During these times the infrastructure they had been using for too long already began to crumble.\n\nMade with maintenance in mind, a maintenance no longer affordable, the nation too broke and corrupt to spend its precious reserves of real gold-backed currency on such things as infrastructure. Pipes broke, sewers backed up, roads cracked. The most essential were maintained, airports, railroads, power networks, drinkable water. Of course the farther you went from an urban center the worse it got, the cities hosting new factories and processing plants gaining obvious favor, as they kept the nation afloat.\n\nDuring the fox's parent's time, new changes were made to society. And being so close to the brink, the survivors were too beaten down to protest such despicable new practices. Many were simply willing to support it, because those who weren't in the problem population bracket had their life improve for once.\n\nWith an abundance of impoverished citizens within their overpopulated and decaying cities, the government made these lowest class citizens the new infrastructure. A person who would contribute nothing but draining resources to prolong a terrible life on the streets were taken, a new department created to manage this new situation. \n\nThe UUP was controversial, even to the other remaining super bloc or two, despite news rarely crossing borders nowadays. But, the department of Uses for Useless Persons did change the nation for the better. As people were taken and installed, those who could sustain themselves had some semblance of stability.\n\nThe plumbing worked again, as now the toilets were people, municipal sewage systems now handled by the UUP. New organic septic tanks installed in the urban centers allowed the stress of the waste systems to lighten, allowing needed repairs. A whole new world came from this, people used for far more than just sewage treatment, but that was a key one. Even then it wasn't truly enough, new voluntary septic pump stations in densely populated areas popping up to help prevent overstress of an unproven system.\n\nAs the cities almost abandoned systems and mechanics were repaired, they were redesigned alongside these new organic apparatuses, cementing their place and their need within this new hybrid system. Importance was placed upon true value-backed currency, and it was expanding, the domestic economy gradually pulling out of the dirt. With the population reduced, undesirables removed, it was almost like old times before everything collapsed. \n\nExcept now it wasn't uncommon to push your empty fast food bag into the upturned asshole of an organic trashcan, a limbless torso stuck upside-down in a frame and distributed to public areas. More uses for people came with each year, with each departure from morality bringing a better life to those who remained free and productive.\n\nBut then these new living utilities began dying. Septic tanks ruptured, toilets backed up and drowned, trash cans succumbed to sepsis. Nearly every role for the newly dehumanized individuals had little concerns for their safety or survival. As designed, they used the people because they were cheap, and going any further than the bare minimum to get a decent amount of service lifetime was out of the question.\n\nSociety improved because they had little care for these sapient objects, because their non-expense compared to productivity saved the nation. But now they needed replacements. So thus the government began to implement careful incentives and protocols to bring back the overpopulation and poverty. They would perfectly maintain it such that there would always be a percent of the population who just couldn't afford to live, and thus became registered as a utility.\n\nA key part of getting the desired new utilities without actually creating a real issue with overpopulation and repeating the crisis was to begin using children, and allowing parents to register the kids. The engineered poverty for the lower class citizens was enough for a person to get by. Maybe they could afford a kid if they had a specifically good job, or really scraped together every cent. \n\nBut two? Impossible. Yet the government made sure that impregnation was common and near-unavoidable, a legal process implemented to obtain a license to rape, with the male entitled to collect a sum from any new mother regardless of how unwilling the conception was.\n\nThey would register the kids they couldn't handle, as abortion was now an expensive procedure that was heavily taxed. But condoms were taxed as well. And birth control. And you could only be willingly medically sterilized after having ten kids, so as to not let someone make a regrettable decision. Even beyond the forceful method of propagation, consenting engagements brought risk as well, to those who couldn't afford the highly expensive contraceptives.\n\nSuffice to say, a great deal of young new replacements for the nation's infrastructure and society were made constantly. And it was all designed to pressure, not force. Abortion isn't illegal, contraceptives are readily available if you have money, there is no limit to kids. When a parent registers a new utility, it's because they chose to have a child when they couldn't support it. So instead of being dragged down with it, they give it to the state.\n\nEven then, it's not like men in black suits come to your door to take your kid. Upon birth, the documents are signed, and you have two options. A small payment per month to house your new utility, doing their job alongside their sovereign peers who used them, or you sent them off to the local UUP depot if you couldn't house them. Here, they would be more industrially converted, distributed, then installed in more commercial methods, while the utilities who stay with their parents serve more of the residential needs.\n\nThen of course, with kids being used for these utilities and a rape license existing, certain groups started advocating for things. A cubophile license was introduced to allow an individual to not be constrained by age of consent laws. Once they had their way, other 'wrong' and 'backwards' groups from the old world returned and demanded their own accommodations. Soon after, a snuff license was made obtainable.\n\nBasically, if the following got big enough, and the results were a happy majority, the new government would implement it fairly quickly. Not to mention, the advent of legal rape and snuff only helped with the established mechanics of their population control. After these landmark decades, the society became far more sexually influenced as it recovered to near-normalcy.\n\nWhen your life consists of waking up in a dinky dirty apartment, working your life away, then sleeping, sex is a needed distraction. Sex was now widely open and fairly common. Industries and stores adopted a new adult focus, even children's toys embracing such depravity. Media also started taking on lecherous elements, video games turning into adult products as the parents happily allowed it to happen, with movies having dedicated porn scenes.\n\nThis adoption of lewdness spurred a nudity permit in public, with public indecency the only remaining decency legislation, and it was now cheap and easy to bypass. Sex became a needed tool to further keep the public sated with the new systems, easier now that the old world was fading from memory.\n\nThis is the nation the vixen was born in, and the nation she willingly helps keep running. She would get pregnant first at fourteen. She could have raised the child as a person if she truly tried, but the fox was more than willing to bring a new toilet into the world. Some aspects of old culture remained, the girl born in the southern region of the superpower that became the basis of the American continental bloc.\n\nHospitality and manners were stressed to her as a child, politeness and caring for your community. Her choice to make her child a toilet was made in full confidence, wanting to give her town a helpful utility. These choices were more common the more generations passed in the new system.\n\nShe would get pregnant again a year later, having it set in her mind that all her children would be toilets, as she truly enjoyed her life and wanted to spread that joy by providing a community service. The children remained with her, going to school in town, just sitting in the bathroom instead of the classrooms.\n\nShe would meet a handsome fox at that point, and happily marry him at twenty one, moving in and simply being a happy couple with two toilet cubs in the house. After many attempts to convince her husband, she finally got him to have a kid with her, and make it a toilet as well. Nine months later, she was now here, in labor.\n\nClaire was rushed to the hospital once the signs began, her swollen belly ready to offload its passenger. The vixen was urgently wheeled into a birthing room, placed on the spreader chair as a zebra doctor had a snake nurse give him a titjob while the mother was set up. \n\nHe wore the simple standard medical uniform, a clear transparent bodysuit with a notably thinner, looser material at his groin, snugly wrapped around his dick like a condom. The latex-like material was sleek and smooth, engineered to be anti-microbial and easy to clean, waterproof and tough enough to resist a cut from a scalpel. A small gape was in his cockhole, set into his thick blunt cockhead, the shiny material also going down his urethra somewhat. This total covering allowed him to do his job with zero skin-to-skin contact, even during intercourse, while still being able to externally ejaculate.\n\nThe woman squeezing his impossible equine length between her mounds wore a similar getup, but her transparent suit had a few zippers running down the arms and legs. Most notably, and functionally, were the zippers running between her legs, and the two smaller ones over her nipples, providing full access to her holes. When open, that same thin yet stretchy condom-like material was under the zipper, allowing for protected intercourse. Both hers and the doctor's suits had a small rectangle set into the left side of their chest, bearing a name tag with occupation, and the tag's border a cool purple to indicate what ward they worked in.\n\nThe nurse's bodysuit was also a touch thinner and more mobile around her breasts, allowing for jiggly movement and tit-jobs like the one she was now giving. When the equally see-through clothed doctor reached maximum hardness and was ready to blow, he went over and professionally shoved his clear-covered imposing horsecock into the vixen mother's pussy.\n\nHe hilted her, his blunt flared cockhead blowing past her cervix easily, dilated for birth and two other kits passing through it already. But his length had more purpose than breaking her womb open for easier delivery, \"Well miss Hartford, your cervix has no issues and I'm easily entering your uterus. You must be a good breeder to take me so easily, I'm larger than most childbirth doctors and we're required to be packing for this part to work.''\n\nHe then shifted slightly within her, eking out that last ounce of pleasure to push him over the edge. She felt warm spurts join the rush of feelings from having a dick in her womb while carrying child, the zebra remaining still and calm as he had a professional orgasm. He looked down at her folds spread wide around his base, fully sheathed in the mother as her family walked in then.\n\nThe doctor smiled, \"Ah, come in, there's some seats over on that wall, I was just clearing her passage and applying lubricant to the child.'' He regarded the husband, \"Will you be feeding your son for the first time, or do we need to call a wet-nurse?'' The zebra asked the fox, still balls deep in his pregnant wife, blasting cum in her filled womb. Her two other toilet-daughters were there as well, keenly watching the display, wearing nothing but their 'Public Toilet' collars and brands.\n\nThe father nodded with a proud smile, \"Of course, I wouldn't dare miss such a bonding experience like his first feeding.''\n\nA happy smile came from the zebra, \"Wonderful! Nurse? Could you please keep him stimulated until the baby is ready?'' The snug-suited snake nodded with a bit of faked enthusiasm, just doing her job. She got down on her knees before the father's chair and dropped her big breasts on his groin with a bit of a squeak from her clothing, launching into a new titfuck.\n\n\"Alright, seems like the kid wants out now.'' Stated the doctor, the mother gasping as her child almost started to thrash inside her.\n\nWith the natural fluids, and now copious level of cum inside her, the baby had no trouble sliding out after that thick cock was yanked free. It was taken, disconnected, cleaned, inspected, then the vixen was declared the proud mother of a new baby boy. The father looked on with pride as it was handed to the mother, now laying on the bed in the room. \n\nAt the same time, the nurse was still smothering his twitching length with her breasts, a curt if not disinterested look on her face as she pushed her head forward to suckle his tip. The daughters watched his servicing with interest, the soft plaps of her tits the only major sound in the room now.\n\nThe vixen stared into her boy's eyes a moment, her smile as warming and beautiful as the sun itself. \"Alright honey, he's ready to be fed now. Come on over.'' She said, beckoning the handsome male fox over. He nodded, as joyous as she, and thanked the nurse for the attention before standing up and walking over to the bed, shaft beating with need and dripping pre.\n\nA motherly wave also called over her other children, wanting them to see their new sibling and his first feeding. The man took a seat on the edge of bed while all watched, the doctor and nurse remaining in the room but off to the side, the nurse using some disinfecting wet-wipes to clean up her zip-suit's cleavage and her lips.\n\nPassing the newborn over to the father, he took him in his arms and cradled him gently, taking an equally small moment to appreciate his offspring. Then he gently lowered him down, bringing that bawling little head closer to his pointed tip. Even the fresh born boy knew this wasn't a nipple, struggling the meek amount it could before the father gently, shoved its mouth down onto his tip.\n\nThen instincts took over, the baby beginning to apply suction and nurse that drooling cockhead, the man's pre the first thing he ever tasted. It spurred the boy, driving to harsher suckling as it was made to understand that this was feeding, imprints happening every second. The man groaned gently as his cockhead was worked by the young mouth, the sheer drive of infantile thirst making it a wonderful blowjob despite the small depth.\n\nClaire was smiling with that motherly exuberance at seeing her son suck her husband, the doctor lightly smiling at a job well done, the nurse still overall disinterested as her entire body was wrapped in a shiny bodysuit, accentuating her curves and form. The kids were the ones to be awed though, the naked little vixens bringing their heads in close to see the newborns lips pursing around daddy's cock, something they drink from regularly, just not cum.\n\n\"Wow! Look at him go!'' One said, \"Yeah! He must feel really good daddy. You're never this hard when we drink your pee.'' The other added, both exchanging glances and stealing looks at the nursing scene.\n\n\"That's because he needs a big shot of semen to help him grow big and strong! He's just getting pre now, but -hng- he's really sucking, it's only a matter of time before he gets the full course.''\n\nThe girls had looks of interest as their mother giggled. \"You two drank cum first thing after birth too you know. My daddy had to step in to feed you, and you were quite hungry. Of course we had other things to feed you once you were being used as toilets, just like your brother here will be too.''\n\nFresh grunts came from the dad as his hips bucked gently, a snarl of bared teeth following the infant's newly frantic gulps, some white spilling from its once snug seal around his tip. An ivory bubble even blew out of the newborn's nose as more and more seed was pumped into its face.\n\nOnce the kids stopped watching the show, they were filled with further excitement. \"He's gonna be a toilet too?''\n\nTheir mother gave them that happy little nod, \"Of course.''\n\nLittle giggles and sisterly exclamations came as they saw their new baby brother, born to be a toilet like them. He was currently choking on their father's cum, heavy balls emptying into his struggling face. The motherly vixen looked over, a bit a sternness taking over her visage. \"Sweetie, come on, you're letting him spill.''\n\nShe then put a hand out, grabbing the newborn's head and forcing it down, only a few inches, but she might as well have speared the kid's stomach on the father's cock. Any significant insertion on such a thing so young and small would be quite much to handle, but the kid had to be started early on such treatment.\n\nFurther splorches of oral struggling came as the parents smiled to each other, the chokes and wet infantile cries diminishing as the climax came to a close, little more than dribbles of potent seed being sent to the newborn's maw and it resumed breathing normally, head lifted off the father's now glistening tip.\n\nHe scritched the tiny fox's ears as it coughed, the sisters still watching earnestly. The younger one bounced on her paws. \"Daddy! If he's gonna be a toilet with us, can you use him? I've never seen such a young toilet used before.''\n\nWith a warm chuckle the man happily looked to his wife's daughter and gently shrugged. \"Sure, I don't see why not. But he can't drink it, still a touch too young for that, so I'll have to go up his butt.''\n\nThe older one blushed a bit and grew more interested, anal depositing her preferred way to take waste. \"That's okay, we still want to see.''\n\n\"Mhm.'' The father kept his genuine grin, \"He'll probably only be able to take about half my bladder, so one of you will have to take the rest, okay?''\n\nThe younger nodded, \"Okay daddy, I'll take it, I asked to see.''\n\nReaching his hand up, the paternal fox signaled over the latex-hugged snake. She came and stood before the family, making sure to push her tits out like her managers asked, a stoic \"How may I help you?'' following.\n\n\"Can I get some lubricant please? I'd love to go in dry but I don't think it would be kind to stain the bed red. Oh, could you also grab the UUP documents? We'd like to register out baby as a utility.''\n\nShe gave a brisk nod, perking to her full height and rolling on her feet as she looked around the room. Her bounce made her open chest wobble enticingly, yet despite her showy outfit, her demeanor was almost bored. The essentially nude uniform was simply part of the job, nothing else. On top of a nursing certification, a minimum of D cups were needed for her job, and she did have to get a loan for top-notch implants, being a reptile.\n\nShe walked over to the counters and grabbed a small plastic container, simple petroleum jelly, then picked up the clipboard the doctor held out as she strutted past. The father took the small cylinder as the mother took the papers, the foxes starting their respective tasks. The two vixens still standing by the side of the bed looked up at those big snake tits before she walked back near the doctor, their focus now their dad as he smeared a dollop of jelly on the wailing newborn's tailhole, shoving a finger in harshly.\n\nThen with a two hand grasp on the little baby's torso, the father lifted him completely, holding him out to position those chubby buttcheeks to his tip before he got too soft. He lowered his hands, the pointed cockhead leaving sight as the infant's rear was spread around it, the newborn wails increasing in volume as the father moved the kit around, twisting and turning while shoving down.\n\nThere was a little lurch as the baby descended a noticeable bit, not even and inch, but enough to break into that unused anus. Still holding his boy out and just barely impaling him, he relaxed and sighed a bit, most citizens now well versed in urinating inside a nice warm hole.\n\n\"Mmf, he's really tight, perfect for a quick piss.'' He said as his head dropped back a bit, his face now having undertones of blissful relief. Yet the kit's face only scrunched more, growing red as he bawled his little lungs out, feeling acrid urine start pumping in his out pipe.\n\nThe mother looked up from her clipboard, lots of boxes marked with \"Toilet'' on the paper. \"Well I should hope so honey, you're the first thing up there. Besides, he's gotta be snug to prevent leaks when they're this young.''\n\nCoursing up his under-developed bowels, stinging his newborn insides, the piss filled him further. Each little twist and bend in the kit's innards became flushed with yellow waste, stuffing him until the pressure forced it to begin filling his cum saturated stomach. The father kept an eye open as the baby's belly grew, paunching before fully distending.\n\nThen the quick expansion of the kit's tummy stopped, the man grunting. \"Alright, that's a good first filling for you.'' He was about to lift the crying cub up off his shallow insertion, but paused, looking up to stare directly at the nurse's big breasts across the room. \"Ah, excuse me miss, I nearly forgot. Do you have a plug for him?''\n\nAnother to the point nod came before she sauntered over and held out an odd pacifier, the rubber nipple was a little buttplug. He then quickly popped his kit off, and the nurse swiftly shoved that plug up under the baby's tail, not a single yellow drop leaking.\n\n\"Dang, that's impressive. Good plugging miss.'' He said, blinking miraculously at his non soiled fur.\n\nWith a bit of a disinterested blink, \"Yeah, I've had a lot of practice.''\n\n\"I bet,'' The mother vixen said, handing the nurse the clipboard back, and father passing the newly filled baby back to its mother's arms. She gently coo'd and rocked it in her grasp, smiling down at the kit's piss bulged belly. The nurse gave a cursory glance over the documents, blankly reading the filled in data.\n\n\"Well your documents seem in order, only thing keeping him from being stripped of rights and labeled a public toilet is to just file these with the UUP. So congrats on providing the town with a new toilet, we all thank you for your donation.''\n\nThe vixen gave that southern heartwarming smile, \"I'm just helping society out the best way a woman can.'' She looked over after hearing a new series of rhythmic gulps, seeing her younger daughter's head shoved down between her husband's legs. The telltale scrunched face and teary eyes of a deepthroat and the pulsing neck of a toilet struggling to not choke told the mother all she needed to know.\n\n-\n\nThey would keep Claire there another day, making sure she was healthy, while the rest of the family went back home. The new baby boy still had some procedures and additional time at the hospital to ensure his health, with the mother checking him in just as she was on her way out.\n\nThat same snake was at the nurse's station down the hall from the vixen's birthing room, Claire handing over the kit to the reptilian zip-suited woman as she spoke. \"-If you don't mind leaving your kit here with us a bit longer, we can also do their preliminary orifice stretching for you. It really helps parents stretch their kids out when they can already take a small dildo, despite only being a few months old.''\n\nA wide smile came over the mother's face, they didn't have programs like that when she was giving birth at fourteen. \"Yes please!''\n\nThe snake nodded, taking the kit and removing the blanket around it's naked form, now asleep. She placed it on a large metal tray of some kind, face up. As she resumed talking to the mother, she began strapping the baby to the panel. \"Wonderful, and since he's a registered toilet, the UUP will cover the upcharge to industrial level preparation. On top of orifice gaping, we will also go ahead and get his gut biome populated by the modified bacteria so he can survive being a toilet.''\n\nMrs. Hartford blinked. \"There's nothing I have to pay for him to be pre-processed into a toilet before he's even released from the hospital?''\n\n\"Yup.''\n\nThe vixen had an excited grin, \"Sign him up, please. I had to personally train my first two daughters, I would love if you guys could handle this one.''\n\nThe snake nodded, that usual professional blankness continuing as she lifted the metal panel the baby was now secured to, and placed it on a rack on the far wall, held upright so that the kit was vertical and strapped down in an X position. \"Well, the industrial training does also have a thirty two percent casualty rate, but the results are quite impressive.''\n\nShe then pulled a few hoses out from the frame she attached the baby-panel to. One was a little suction cup, and she placed it over the kit's genitals, with the other two being little dildo tipped nozzles, one having a little medical breather inset around it. She gently slotted the breather cupped one on the infant's mouth, the dildo rod in the middle sliding deep past those little red lips.\n\n\"We direct some of our septic tank's overflow to a separate sewage system, which is then split up to feed our 'stacks' of toilet-training kids.'' With her usual complacent and somewhat bored look, the nurse gave her explanation spiel. \"This is a standard restraint frame, once your son is scanned and intubated, he will be shifted to our isolation area where we move his frame to be in a ten-newborn high stack, with the frames stored horizontally.''\n\nThe mother continued to watch intently as the transparently uniformed nurse took the two straps on the mouth hose's side to lock it to his face, the child waking up as something was pushed into his throat. He was certainly awake when she shoved the last one up his butt, inflating a thick knot visible from his groin to keep it and anything it pumped inside locked in.\n\n\"This allows up to trickle down the gut bacteria through their feeding, as the overflow tank only feeds the first infant at the top of the stack. Since the waste is coming from an established waste-processing individual, it contains the modified biome, and when the topmost newborn is fed, the bacteria colonizes in them. They then pass it down to the next one in the stack, who then passes it to the one below, etc. The bottom ones get their fill eventually, but once the top one is ready to be discharged, everyone's frame is raised and the new kid is slotted in at the bottom like your son is about to be.''\n\nSecured, plugged, and intubated, there was an immediate hiss, clear ports on the anal pipe showing rushing clear liquid. As the kit now suddenly thrashed weakly, barely able to move in the restraints, his belly began growing with mechanical ferocity, almost too much of that fluid quickly rushing up his anus and into his intestines. \n\n\"We'll do some stretching of his guts with a special enema solution before any waste can reach him though. And don't worry about him struggling, it's just the capsaicin. Clears out the old gut biome a bit so that the new one can get a foothold easier.'' The snake spoke quite nonchalantly, this being just another patient in the birthing ward. Toilet registering was quite commonplace now, so she had to be well versed in the procedures. \n\nThen there was a slight buzz warning, and the entire entire rack began moving, disappearing into a gap in the wall just the size of entire thing, muffled and muted cries echoing through the tiny passage until they left earshot. A new rack, minus the flat metal plate that held the child, slid out from the opposite side, the entire thing like a conveyor line for cafeteria trays.\n\nAn impressed whistle came from the vixen. \"Well I'll be. They certainly didn't have stuff like that when I was a kid. Technology really has come far, huh?''\n\nThe nurse handed the mother back some documents, \"Quite. Thank our local UUP branch for that, they funded everything about the new industrial capacity newborn training. Anyways, you're good to go. We'll call in about a month when your toilet is ready for pickup, otherwise we'll be calling sooner to let you know he failed.''\n\nSeemingly just full of joy at all times, the fox smiled and waved happily. \"Well have a good day then! Thank you so much for the help!''\n\n\"Yeah, you too.'' The snake said bluntly, sitting back in the nurse station's chair, clear latex gripped breasts flopping with her. Just as the mother left the maternity ward, the zebra doctor came around the corner, wearing his see through bodysuit as usual as well, though his dick was soft and flopping as he quickly paced past her. \n\nHe snapped his fingers at her, \"Don't sit down yet Zoe, gonna need your breasts for a titfuck pronto, got a mother with twins in room 2C, father is gonna need attention from you too.'' He gave a thankful look to her essentially exposed body, \"Not to mention, makes it easier to work when I have you to look at.''\n\nShe sighed, standing briskly and falling in behind the doctor, tits gently bouncing heavily with each step.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "A young fox girl, born into middle class, grows up in the bustling world her grand parents saw fall apart. Her parents saw it rebuild, and she will see it thrive in new questionable practices. Money is everything, root of evil, key to joy, and the cause of such a collapse. Monetary systems bank on quite a few things to function, and when these banks no longer back such things, their value is little more than worthless. Everyone lost everything, the poor stayed in the struggle of existence, the rich found out their massed pools of money to be of a currency that no longer held value. As the governments and corporations declared bankruptcy, their holdings and properties were lost much like every other citizens.

With the bare backbone of social structure all that remained, respect and claimed authority the only true things of value now, a new world emerged. As systems of old were collapsing upon their own weight, new solutions had to be found, new ways for society to operate with feasible sustainability. Many nations fell, their absorption into larger blocs nothing more than formal. Each of these new continent-spanning superstates had variations of their issues, but those that were already large had both the best chances and worst cases.

Each nation tried their own solutions, the newly founded and last remaining blocs drawing within themselves to focus on keeping society civil, distancing from the global world. An effort to prevent such widespread connectedness, to not repeat the dependencies that just brought every country to its knees. The vixen would be born in one of these new conglomerated superpowers, and would grow up seeing this nation's solution in particular, the concept of travel and immigration lost.

With overpopulation and an economic reset, things had to change to save a majority, to keep a functional civil structure and power. Yet these solutions were to sacrifice those who couldn't be saved, and to further dedicate a percent of the population to morally questionable lives that would keep the nation turning at minimal cost.

With this new globe of isolated continents, only essential trade went overseas between the major blocs, items that both simply couldn't source in their own territory. Beyond this, everything was domestic. Resources, refinement, manufacture, retail. All was meant to be in this country, to save it's own people and economy.

Yet these no longer sustainable population numbers had another issue. The land around them, their buildings, their cities. As the middle years of despair and hanging on by a thread dragged on, the governments did their best to support and suppress their people enough to stay in the power that would allow them the authority to keep many alive. During these times the infrastructure they had been using for too long already began to crumble.

Made with maintenance in mind, a maintenance no longer affordable, the nation too broke and corrupt to spend its precious reserves of real gold-backed currency on such things as infrastructure. Pipes broke, sewers backed up, roads cracked. The most essential were maintained, airports, railroads, power networks, drinkable water. Of course the farther you went from an urban center the worse it got, the cities hosting new factories and processing plants gaining obvious favor, as they kept the nation afloat.

During the fox's parent's time, new changes were made to society. And being so close to the brink, the survivors were too beaten down to protest such despicable new practices. Many were simply willing to support it, because those who weren't in the problem population bracket had their life improve for once.

With an abundance of impoverished citizens within their overpopulated and decaying cities, the government made these lowest class citizens the new infrastructure. A person who would contribute nothing but draining resources to prolong a terrible life on the streets were taken, a new department created to manage this new situation.

The UUP was controversial, even to the other remaining super bloc or two, despite news rarely crossing borders nowadays. But, the department of Uses for Useless Persons did change the nation for the better. As people were taken and installed, those who could sustain themselves had some semblance of stability.

The plumbing worked again, as now the toilets were people, municipal sewage systems now handled by the UUP. New organic septic tanks installed in the urban centers allowed the stress of the waste systems to lighten, allowing needed repairs. A whole new world came from this, people used for far more than just sewage treatment, but that was a key one. Even then it wasn't truly enough, new voluntary septic pump stations in densely populated areas popping up to help prevent overstress of an unproven system.

As the cities almost abandoned systems and mechanics were repaired, they were redesigned alongside these new organic apparatuses, cementing their place and their need within this new hybrid system. Importance was placed upon true value-backed currency, and it was expanding, the domestic economy gradually pulling out of the dirt. With the population reduced, undesirables removed, it was almost like old times before everything collapsed.

Except now it wasn't uncommon to push your empty fast food bag into the upturned asshole of an organic trashcan, a limbless torso stuck upside-down in a frame and distributed to public areas. More uses for people came with each year, with each departure from morality bringing a better life to those who remained free and productive.

But then these new living utilities began dying. Septic tanks ruptured, toilets backed up and drowned, trash cans succumbed to sepsis. Nearly every role for the newly dehumanized individuals had little concerns for their safety or survival. As designed, they used the people because they were cheap, and going any further than the bare minimum to get a decent amount of service lifetime was out of the question.

Society improved because they had little care for these sapient objects, because their non-expense compared to productivity saved the nation. But now they needed replacements. So thus the government began to implement careful incentives and protocols to bring back the overpopulation and poverty. They would perfectly maintain it such that there would always be a percent of the population who just couldn't afford to live, and thus became registered as a utility.

A key part of getting the desired new utilities without actually creating a real issue with overpopulation and repeating the crisis was to begin using children, and allowing parents to register the kids. The engineered poverty for the lower class citizens was enough for a person to get by. Maybe they could afford a kid if they had a specifically good job, or really scraped together every cent.

But two? Impossible. Yet the government made sure that impregnation was common and near-unavoidable, a legal process implemented to obtain a license to rape, with the male entitled to collect a sum from any new mother regardless of how unwilling the conception was.

They would register the kids they couldn't handle, as abortion was now an expensive procedure that was heavily taxed. But condoms were taxed as well. And birth control. And you could only be willingly medically sterilized after having ten kids, so as to not let someone make a regrettable decision. Even beyond the forceful method of propagation, consenting engagements brought risk as well, to those who couldn't afford the highly expensive contraceptives.

Suffice to say, a great deal of young new replacements for the nation's infrastructure and society were made constantly. And it was all designed to pressure, not force. Abortion isn't illegal, contraceptives are readily available if you have money, there is no limit to kids. When a parent registers a new utility, it's because they chose to have a child when they couldn't support it. So instead of being dragged down with it, they give it to the state.

Even then, it's not like men in black suits come to your door to take your kid. Upon birth, the documents are signed, and you have two options. A small payment per month to house your new utility, doing their job alongside their sovereign peers who used them, or you sent them off to the local UUP depot if you couldn't house them. Here, they would be more industrially converted, distributed, then installed in more commercial methods, while the utilities who stay with their parents serve more of the residential needs.

Then of course, with kids being used for these utilities and a rape license existing, certain groups started advocating for things. A cubophile license was introduced to allow an individual to not be constrained by age of consent laws. Once they had their way, other 'wrong' and 'backwards' groups from the old world returned and demanded their own accommodations. Soon after, a snuff license was made obtainable.

Basically, if the following got big enough, and the results were a happy majority, the new government would implement it fairly quickly. Not to mention, the advent of legal rape and snuff only helped with the established mechanics of their population control. After these landmark decades, the society became far more sexually influenced as it recovered to near-normalcy.

When your life consists of waking up in a dinky dirty apartment, working your life away, then sleeping, sex is a needed distraction. Sex was now widely open and fairly common. Industries and stores adopted a new adult focus, even children's toys embracing such depravity. Media also started taking on lecherous elements, video games turning into adult products as the parents happily allowed it to happen, with movies having dedicated porn scenes.

This adoption of lewdness spurred a nudity permit in public, with public indecency the only remaining decency legislation, and it was now cheap and easy to bypass. Sex became a needed tool to further keep the public sated with the new systems, easier now that the old world was fading from memory.

This is the nation the vixen was born in, and the nation she willingly helps keep running. She would get pregnant first at fourteen. She could have raised the child as a person if she truly tried, but the fox was more than willing to bring a new toilet into the world. Some aspects of old culture remained, the girl born in the southern region of the superpower that became the basis of the American continental bloc.

Hospitality and manners were stressed to her as a child, politeness and caring for your community. Her choice to make her child a toilet was made in full confidence, wanting to give her town a helpful utility. These choices were more common the more generations passed in the new system.

She would get pregnant again a year later, having it set in her mind that all her children would be toilets, as she truly enjoyed her life and wanted to spread that joy by providing a community service. The children remained with her, going to school in town, just sitting in the bathroom instead of the classrooms.

She would meet a handsome fox at that point, and happily marry him at twenty one, moving in and simply being a happy couple with two toilet cubs in the house. After many attempts to convince her husband, she finally got him to have a kid with her, and make it a toilet as well. Nine months later, she was now here, in labor.

Claire was rushed to the hospital once the signs began, her swollen belly ready to offload its passenger. The vixen was urgently wheeled into a birthing room, placed on the spreader chair as a zebra doctor had a snake nurse give him a titjob while the mother was set up.

He wore the simple standard medical uniform, a clear transparent bodysuit with a notably thinner, looser material at his groin, snugly wrapped around his dick like a condom. The latex-like material was sleek and smooth, engineered to be anti-microbial and easy to clean, waterproof and tough enough to resist a cut from a scalpel. A small gape was in his cockhole, set into his thick blunt cockhead, the shiny material also going down his urethra somewhat. This total covering allowed him to do his job with zero skin-to-skin contact, even during intercourse, while still being able to externally ejaculate.

The woman squeezing his impossible equine length between her mounds wore a similar getup, but her transparent suit had a few zippers running down the arms and legs. Most notably, and functionally, were the zippers running between her legs, and the two smaller ones over her nipples, providing full access to her holes. When open, that same thin yet stretchy condom-like material was under the zipper, allowing for protected intercourse. Both hers and the doctor's suits had a small rectangle set into the left side of their chest, bearing a name tag with occupation, and the tag's border a cool purple to indicate what ward they worked in.

The nurse's bodysuit was also a touch thinner and more mobile around her breasts, allowing for jiggly movement and tit-jobs like the one she was now giving. When the equally see-through clothed doctor reached maximum hardness and was ready to blow, he went over and professionally shoved his clear-covered imposing horsecock into the vixen mother's pussy.

He hilted her, his blunt flared cockhead blowing past her cervix easily, dilated for birth and two other kits passing through it already. But his length had more purpose than breaking her womb open for easier delivery, "Well miss Hartford, your cervix has no issues and I'm easily entering your uterus. You must be a good breeder to take me so easily, I'm larger than most childbirth doctors and we're required to be packing for this part to work.''

He then shifted slightly within her, eking out that last ounce of pleasure to push him over the edge. She felt warm spurts join the rush of feelings from having a dick in her womb while carrying child, the zebra remaining still and calm as he had a professional orgasm. He looked down at her folds spread wide around his base, fully sheathed in the mother as her family walked in then.

The doctor smiled, "Ah, come in, there's some seats over on that wall, I was just clearing her passage and applying lubricant to the child.'' He regarded the husband, "Will you be feeding your son for the first time, or do we need to call a wet-nurse?'' The zebra asked the fox, still balls deep in his pregnant wife, blasting cum in her filled womb. Her two other toilet-daughters were there as well, keenly watching the display, wearing nothing but their 'Public Toilet' collars and brands.

The father nodded with a proud smile, "Of course, I wouldn't dare miss such a bonding experience like his first feeding.''

A happy smile came from the zebra, "Wonderful! Nurse? Could you please keep him stimulated until the baby is ready?'' The snug-suited snake nodded with a bit of faked enthusiasm, just doing her job. She got down on her knees before the father's chair and dropped her big breasts on his groin with a bit of a squeak from her clothing, launching into a new titfuck.

"Alright, seems like the kid wants out now.'' Stated the doctor, the mother gasping as her child almost started to thrash inside her.

With the natural fluids, and now copious level of cum inside her, the baby had no trouble sliding out after that thick cock was yanked free. It was taken, disconnected, cleaned, inspected, then the vixen was declared the proud mother of a new baby boy. The father looked on with pride as it was handed to the mother, now laying on the bed in the room.

At the same time, the nurse was still smothering his twitching length with her breasts, a curt if not disinterested look on her face as she pushed her head forward to suckle his tip. The daughters watched his servicing with interest, the soft plaps of her tits the only major sound in the room now.

The vixen stared into her boy's eyes a moment, her smile as warming and beautiful as the sun itself. "Alright honey, he's ready to be fed now. Come on over.'' She said, beckoning the handsome male fox over. He nodded, as joyous as she, and thanked the nurse for the attention before standing up and walking over to the bed, shaft beating with need and dripping pre.

A motherly wave also called over her other children, wanting them to see their new sibling and his first feeding. The man took a seat on the edge of bed while all watched, the doctor and nurse remaining in the room but off to the side, the nurse using some disinfecting wet-wipes to clean up her zip-suit's cleavage and her lips.

Passing the newborn over to the father, he took him in his arms and cradled him gently, taking an equally small moment to appreciate his offspring. Then he gently lowered him down, bringing that bawling little head closer to his pointed tip. Even the fresh born boy knew this wasn't a nipple, struggling the meek amount it could before the father gently, shoved its mouth down onto his tip.

Then instincts took over, the baby beginning to apply suction and nurse that drooling cockhead, the man's pre the first thing he ever tasted. It spurred the boy, driving to harsher suckling as it was made to understand that this was feeding, imprints happening every second. The man groaned gently as his cockhead was worked by the young mouth, the sheer drive of infantile thirst making it a wonderful blowjob despite the small depth.

Claire was smiling with that motherly exuberance at seeing her son suck her husband, the doctor lightly smiling at a job well done, the nurse still overall disinterested as her entire body was wrapped in a shiny bodysuit, accentuating her curves and form. The kids were the ones to be awed though, the naked little vixens bringing their heads in close to see the newborns lips pursing around daddy's cock, something they drink from regularly, just not cum.

"Wow! Look at him go!'' One said, "Yeah! He must feel really good daddy. You're never this hard when we drink your pee.'' The other added, both exchanging glances and stealing looks at the nursing scene.

"That's because he needs a big shot of semen to help him grow big and strong! He's just getting pre now, but -hng- he's really sucking, it's only a matter of time before he gets the full course.''

The girls had looks of interest as their mother giggled. "You two drank cum first thing after birth too you know. My daddy had to step in to feed you, and you were quite hungry. Of course we had other things to feed you once you were being used as toilets, just like your brother here will be too.''

Fresh grunts came from the dad as his hips bucked gently, a snarl of bared teeth following the infant's newly frantic gulps, some white spilling from its once snug seal around his tip. An ivory bubble even blew out of the newborn's nose as more and more seed was pumped into its face.

Once the kids stopped watching the show, they were filled with further excitement. "He's gonna be a toilet too?''

Their mother gave them that happy little nod, "Of course.''

Little giggles and sisterly exclamations came as they saw their new baby brother, born to be a toilet like them. He was currently choking on their father's cum, heavy balls emptying into his struggling face. The motherly vixen looked over, a bit a sternness taking over her visage. "Sweetie, come on, you're letting him spill.''

She then put a hand out, grabbing the newborn's head and forcing it down, only a few inches, but she might as well have speared the kid's stomach on the father's cock. Any significant insertion on such a thing so young and small would be quite much to handle, but the kid had to be started early on such treatment.

Further splorches of oral struggling came as the parents smiled to each other, the chokes and wet infantile cries diminishing as the climax came to a close, little more than dribbles of potent seed being sent to the newborn's maw and it resumed breathing normally, head lifted off the father's now glistening tip.

He scritched the tiny fox's ears as it coughed, the sisters still watching earnestly. The younger one bounced on her paws. "Daddy! If he's gonna be a toilet with us, can you use him? I've never seen such a young toilet used before.''

With a warm chuckle the man happily looked to his wife's daughter and gently shrugged. "Sure, I don't see why not. But he can't drink it, still a touch too young for that, so I'll have to go up his butt.''

The older one blushed a bit and grew more interested, anal depositing her preferred way to take waste. "That's okay, we still want to see.''

"Mhm.'' The father kept his genuine grin, "He'll probably only be able to take about half my bladder, so one of you will have to take the rest, okay?''

The younger nodded, "Okay daddy, I'll take it, I asked to see.''

Reaching his hand up, the paternal fox signaled over the latex-hugged snake. She came and stood before the family, making sure to push her tits out like her managers asked, a stoic "How may I help you?'' following.

"Can I get some lubricant please? I'd love to go in dry but I don't think it would be kind to stain the bed red. Oh, could you also grab the UUP documents? We'd like to register out baby as a utility.''

She gave a brisk nod, perking to her full height and rolling on her feet as she looked around the room. Her bounce made her open chest wobble enticingly, yet despite her showy outfit, her demeanor was almost bored. The essentially nude uniform was simply part of the job, nothing else. On top of a nursing certification, a minimum of D cups were needed for her job, and she did have to get a loan for top-notch implants, being a reptile.

She walked over to the counters and grabbed a small plastic container, simple petroleum jelly, then picked up the clipboard the doctor held out as she strutted past. The father took the small cylinder as the mother took the papers, the foxes starting their respective tasks.  The two vixens still standing by the side of the bed looked up at those big snake tits before she walked back near the doctor, their focus now their dad as he smeared a dollop of jelly on the wailing newborn's tailhole, shoving a finger in harshly.

Then with a two hand grasp on the little baby's torso, the father lifted him completely, holding him out to position those chubby buttcheeks to his tip before he got too soft. He lowered his hands, the pointed cockhead leaving sight as the infant's rear was spread around it, the newborn wails increasing in volume as the father moved the kit around, twisting and turning while shoving down.

There was a little lurch as the baby descended a noticeable bit, not even and inch, but enough to break into that unused anus. Still holding his boy out and just barely impaling him, he relaxed and sighed a bit, most citizens now well versed in urinating inside a nice warm hole.

"Mmf, he's really tight, perfect for a quick piss.'' He said as his head dropped back a bit, his face now having undertones of blissful relief. Yet the kit's face only scrunched more, growing red as he bawled his little lungs out, feeling acrid urine start pumping in his out pipe.

The mother looked up from her clipboard, lots of boxes marked with "Toilet'' on the paper. "Well I should hope so honey, you're the first thing up there. Besides, he's gotta be snug to prevent leaks when they're this young.''

Coursing up his under-developed bowels, stinging his newborn insides, the piss filled him further. Each little twist and bend in the kit's innards became flushed with yellow waste, stuffing him until the pressure forced it to begin filling his cum saturated stomach. The father kept an eye open as the baby's belly grew, paunching before fully distending.

Then the quick expansion of the kit's tummy stopped, the man grunting. "Alright, that's a good first filling for you.'' He was about to lift the crying cub up off his shallow insertion, but paused, looking up to stare directly at the nurse's big breasts across the room. "Ah, excuse me miss, I nearly forgot. Do you have a plug for him?''

Another to the point nod came before she sauntered over and held out an odd pacifier, the rubber nipple was a little buttplug. He then quickly popped his kit off, and the nurse swiftly shoved that plug up under the baby's tail, not a single yellow drop leaking.

"Dang, that's impressive. Good plugging miss.'' He said, blinking miraculously at his non soiled fur.

With a bit of a disinterested blink, "Yeah, I've had a lot of practice.''

"I bet,'' The mother vixen said, handing the nurse the clipboard back, and father passing the newly filled baby back to its mother's arms. She gently coo'd and rocked it in her grasp, smiling down at the kit's piss bulged belly. The nurse gave a cursory glance over the documents, blankly reading the filled in data.

"Well your documents seem in order, only thing keeping him from being stripped of rights and labeled a public toilet is to just file these with the UUP. So congrats on providing the town with a new toilet, we all thank you for your donation.''

The vixen gave that southern heartwarming smile, "I'm just helping society out the best way a woman can.'' She looked over after hearing a new series of rhythmic gulps, seeing her younger daughter's head shoved down between her husband's legs. The telltale scrunched face and teary eyes of a deepthroat and the pulsing neck of a toilet struggling to not choke told the mother all she needed to know.

-

They would keep Claire there another day, making sure she was healthy, while the rest of the family went back home. The new baby boy still had some procedures and additional time at the hospital to ensure his health, with the mother checking him in just as she was on her way out.

That same snake was at the nurse's station down the hall from the vixen's birthing room, Claire handing over the kit to the reptilian zip-suited woman as she spoke. "-If you don't mind leaving your kit here with us a bit longer, we can also do their preliminary orifice stretching for you. It really helps parents stretch their kids out when they can already take a small dildo, despite only being a few months old.''

A wide smile came over the mother's face, they didn't have programs like that when she was giving birth at fourteen. "Yes please!''

The snake nodded, taking the kit and removing the blanket around it's naked form, now asleep. She placed it on a large metal tray of some kind, face up. As she resumed talking to the mother, she began strapping the baby to the panel. "Wonderful, and since he's a registered toilet, the UUP will cover the upcharge to industrial level preparation. On top of orifice gaping, we will also go ahead and get his gut biome populated by the modified bacteria so he can survive being a toilet.''

Mrs. Hartford blinked. "There's nothing I have to pay for him to be pre-processed into a toilet before he's even released from the hospital?''

"Yup.''

The vixen had an excited grin, "Sign him up, please. I had to personally train my first two daughters, I would love if you guys could handle this one.''

The snake nodded, that usual professional blankness continuing as she lifted the metal panel the baby was now secured to, and placed it on a rack on the far wall, held upright so that the kit was vertical and strapped down in an X position. "Well, the industrial training does also have a thirty two percent casualty rate, but the results are quite impressive.''

She then pulled a few hoses out from the frame she attached the baby-panel to. One was a little suction cup, and she placed it over the kit's genitals, with the other two being little dildo tipped nozzles, one having a little medical breather inset around it. She gently slotted the breather cupped one on the infant's mouth, the dildo rod in the middle sliding deep past those little red lips.

"We direct some of our septic tank's overflow to a separate sewage system, which is then split up to feed our 'stacks' of toilet-training kids.'' With her usual complacent and somewhat bored look, the nurse gave her explanation spiel. "This is a standard restraint frame, once your son is scanned and intubated, he will be shifted to our isolation area where we move his frame to be in a ten-newborn high stack, with the frames stored horizontally.''

The mother continued to watch intently as the transparently uniformed nurse took the two straps on the mouth hose's side to lock it to his face, the child waking up as something was pushed into his throat. He was certainly awake when she shoved the last one up his butt, inflating a thick knot visible from his groin to keep it and anything it pumped inside locked in.

"This allows up to trickle down the gut bacteria through their feeding, as the overflow tank only feeds the first infant at the top of the stack. Since the waste is coming from an established waste-processing individual, it contains the modified biome, and when the topmost newborn is fed, the bacteria colonizes in them. They then pass it down to the next one in the stack, who then passes it to the one below, etc. The bottom ones get their fill eventually, but once the top one is ready to be discharged, everyone's frame is raised and the new kid is slotted in at the bottom like your son is about to be.''

Secured, plugged, and intubated, there was an immediate hiss, clear ports on the anal pipe showing rushing clear liquid. As the kit now suddenly thrashed weakly, barely able to move in the restraints, his belly began growing with mechanical ferocity, almost too much of that fluid quickly rushing up his anus and into his intestines.

"We'll do some stretching of his guts with a special enema solution before any waste can reach him though. And don't worry about him struggling, it's just the capsaicin. Clears out the old gut biome a bit so that the new one can get a foothold easier.'' The snake spoke quite nonchalantly, this being just another patient in the birthing ward. Toilet registering was quite commonplace now, so she had to be well versed in the procedures.

Then there was a slight buzz warning, and the entire entire rack began moving, disappearing into a gap in the wall just the size of entire thing, muffled and muted cries echoing through the tiny passage until they left earshot. A new rack, minus the flat metal plate that held the child, slid out from the opposite side, the entire thing like a conveyor line for cafeteria trays.

An impressed whistle came from the vixen. "Well I'll be. They certainly didn't have stuff like that when I was a kid. Technology really has come far, huh?''

The nurse handed the mother back some documents, "Quite. Thank our local UUP branch for that, they funded everything about the new industrial capacity newborn training. Anyways, you're good to go. We'll call in about a month when your toilet is ready for pickup, otherwise we'll be calling sooner to let you know he failed.''

Seemingly just full of joy at all times, the fox smiled and waved happily. "Well have a good day then! Thank you so much for the help!''

"Yeah, you too.'' The snake said bluntly, sitting back in the nurse station's chair, clear latex gripped breasts flopping with her. Just as the mother left the maternity ward, the zebra doctor came around the corner, wearing his see through bodysuit as usual as well, though his dick was soft and flopping as he quickly paced past her.

He snapped his fingers at her, "Don't sit down yet Zoe, gonna need your breasts for a titfuck pronto, got a mother with twins in room 2C, father is gonna need attention from you too.'' He gave a thankful look to her essentially exposed body, "Not to mention, makes it easier to work when I have you to look at.''

She sighed, standing briskly and falling in behind the doctor, tits gently bouncing heavily with each step.

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