Willing Volunteer
By Musuko

The X-409 debacle was not CKC’s finest hour. I heard about it through the usual methods. Chatter in the communal areas, overly friendly guards, oblivious scientists distracted by...distractions. Naturally, I was curious.
	I probed one of the technicians for some details. He was a lovely boy, more than a little flustered I think. Perhaps he was new. Normally, they’re a sheen of professionalism, even when working with a nude, curvaceous and wonderfully busty sexy vixen (if I do say so myself). It was fun to tease him! And ever so easy to get information out of him, as the toy they were testing buzzed inside me, as I panted and gasped between questions, flexing my back and arching my chest towards him utterly unnecessarily.
	So that’s when I learned the nature of X-409 in full. That’s when I learned they needed some help.
	Well, being one of CKC’s very, very few actually willing volunteer test subjects, perhaps I should be the one to put my name forward? It sounded...interesting.

I was surprised to get accepted so readily. Perhaps...perhaps they already had a plan in place, and I just turned up at the right time. Goodie for me! I remember the close, critical expression on the face of the researcher, looking over her glasses across the table.
	“You do realise that this will sap your mind and leave you infantile? And that this plan does not involve changing you back?”
	My smile gave my answer before my words did. Oh yes, I knew very well what I was letting myself in for.
	CKC drew me in with their diapers. I started as a customer, spending my daddy’s wealth on that clever kitty’s creations. I roamed their catalogue and sampled much of what they had. But...it was the diapers, and those things that went with them, that always brought me back. One day, I enquired about how they went about testing their latest creations. Willing volunteers, was their answer.
	The rest was history. I became one of those willing volunteers, and soon learned how much of a lie that actually was. It didn’t matter to me, though. The other test subjects could complain. I wasn’t about to. I was at the forefront of kink! I got to experience it all, the good, the bad, the downright crazy, before anyone else.
	But...the diapers always lingered in my mind. My first love. And then X-409 came along, and my excitement fluttered like it did that first day I clicked open the CKC catalogue and saw what lay there.
	So, when the researcher slid over the waiver (a formality not normally needed for a test subject, but included, I suspected, in respect of my daddy’s power and influence), I signed it without reading.
	“Well, you’ve saved us some trouble. Thank you.”
	“You’re welcome!”

They took me to her right away. There was no need to waste time. I didn’t need to be prepared. Naked was fine. I knew what to expect. At least, I thought I did.
	The door to the nursery closed behind me, snicking shut and clicking locked like all secure CKC doors. Amanda sat over by the crib, playing with a plushie tiger. Or rather, it seemed, she was trying to eat it; she had its ear in her mouth and was gnawing at it, with drool running down her chin.
	I breathed deep. The heavy funk of the very distinct smell of a full diaper. The stink of the mess, but that other smell too. The slight, faintly chemical smell of the padding itself. I let my breath out with a shiver and smiled. It’s a smell that any diaper-lover adores. I felt myself tingle already. I watched the happy equine, sat in her squishy diaper, legs and arms wrapped around her plushie, oblivious and happy, looking adorable and young, despite being an adult (and very well-developed, wowee) equine woman…
	...and I thought, that’s going to be me soon.
	Just spend time with her, they said, and it’ll happen. It seems to be all about exposure. If you spend time with someone who’s been wiped, the effect with transfer over to you. And they’ll be cured. And this Amanda lady, an actual useful employee here at CKC, can go back to her important work, and a useless little replaceable test subject can sit with a blank mind in this nursery for as long as they need to figure out how to cure it altogether. Assuming they do.
	The researcher’s words sat in my mind: “I mean, it’s not exactly a high priority, you understand. You could be like that for a long, long time. Perhaps even forever.”
	I looked back at the door. No privacy now. I could put my fingertips to use and enjoy the thought. My paws were rubbing at my thighs already. I’m sure they wouldn’t even mind.
	No, Suzy, I told myself, straightening up, making myself look stern and in control. There’ll be enough time for that. Or perhaps not. I looked at Amanda. I doubted she even knew how to masturbate, let alone have the capacity to do it. I shivered again. That’ll soon be me.
	But for now, I had a role to play. Be her mother, they said. Look after her while the change occurs.
	I walked over to her, and she noticed and looked up. I wondered if the effect were like radiation; was I walking into the hot zone? Did the mind-wipe effect radiate off of her? Was it projecting into my head right now, already starting its destructive work? Her mouth slurped off the wet faux fur.
	“Hi!” she chirped.
	“Hello there, little one. What’s your name?”
	She blew a raspberry at me and giggled.
	I crouched down next to her and reached for her muzzle. She didn’t shy away. She nuzzled into my paw, petting herself as I petted her. Happy, friendly little cub. My other paw petted the tummy of the plush tiger. Then, gently, I moved it lower, placing it over the smooth plastic crotch of the mare’s swollen diaper.
	“My, you are messy, little cub.”

Mister Tiggles was being very naughty and wouldn’t have his bath! I had to give him lotsa licks. He didn’t taste very nice! But I was nice to him and gave him his bath anyway. Lick lick lick! All clean, Mister Tiggles.
	I got to go back to my room today! It’s nice! I miss my snuggy suit though!
	And then! And then! Oooh! And then a nice new lady came!
	She was a grownup. She smelled nice! She gave me muzzle rubs and said I was cute and a princess and I was the best little cub ever. And she petted Mister Tiggles too. I didn’t think he should get pets, because he was naughty. But that was okay. Mister Tiggles is good sometimes.
	Hehe! And then she petted my diaper! Nice lady! I lay down on the rug and wiggled my feeties at her and she gave them kisses and I booped her nose with my toes and she giggled!
	Mister Tiggles had to go rest, she said.
	“Okay!”
	Mister Tiggles was all nice and tucked up in the crib. And now the lady could rub my tummy and give my diaper lots of nice rubs too! And she gave herself rubs as well. I pouted, because she stopped rubbing my tummy to do it. But it was okay I suppose. Because she looked like she was really happy!
	And then she was silly. She rolled me onto my tummy. And she kissed my feeties again. And then she pressed her face into my butt! And all my messy mess smushed around and got all down the sides of my diaper and got all over the front too. I booped her with my toes and called her silly!
	And then she rubbed my back and gave it scritchy scritches! It felt so good! I made happy giggles, and she kept rubbing her face against my diaper butt, making weird happy noises. Grownups are silly!
	I got bored, so I reached to some of my blocks and made a little house. Then I broke the house. Rwar, it’s a monster! And then I built it again, and donked the blocks together, donk donk donk!
	She still rubbed my butt! Silly lady. I could feel her breath tickling my tail. I flopped it over the top of her head. She was making odd noises. I looked back at her.
	“Are you ‘kay?” I said.
	She nodded, rubbing my butt with her nose. Hehe. I guess she wasn’t hurt, because she wasn’t crying or anything. But she looked like she was. Funny look on her face, and she was rubbing between her legs. Maybe she got hurt and was rubbing it better and was being brave and grownup. Grownups are silly. If you’re hurt, you should cry, and someone will come and hug you and make it all better!
	Oh! I should go hug her! That’s what I thought.
	She got all surprised when I wriggled up onto my knees and went to her. She stopped rubbing. I guess she didn’t wanna get caught looking like she was hurt. Gotta be brave for cubbies! So I sat in her lap all snuggy and wrapped my arms around her and put my head on her chest and made nice snoozy happy noises like grownups do for me when I’m hurt. And she hugged me back. She put her paw on my diaper butt and squeezed. And I guess she must be okay with me being nice because she went back to rubbing between her legs. But she didn’t do it for long, so she must have been all better! She sounded better! She made a happy yelpy mewing noise, then stopped rubbing.
	And she smooched my nose. And I blew a raspberry at her.
	Silly grownup!

I guess they would have been watching. I don’t think I cared. I snuggled Amanda for a while. She felt strangely light, despite being a little taller than me, and almost as well-endowed. Her big, bulbous diaper sat heavily in my lap, and I thought about it while I rubbed her back. I tried to imagine how it must feel for her. I knew how a thick, messy diaper felt on myself. But...with her mind like it was. How did that feel?
	I stopped worrying. I knew I would find out sooner or later. I touched my forehead against hers and sighed contently. I wondered if the effect transferred more quickly when we were close together. I wondered how it would feel, to have parts of your mind slowly wash away, like sand on a riverbank.
	“Hmmm. What’s going on in there, little cubby.”
	Pffft! Another raspberry. I guessed perhaps she did that when she was confused.
	The clock told me it was late. I knew that it could be any time upstairs, in the real world. And even here, deep underground, the complex ran on whatever time was convenient, and that varied from area to area. My own body clock said mid afternoon, but the clock said half eight in the evening. That, I figured, would be more than late enough for a little cub’s bedtime.
	I fondled her diaper for a while, deciding whether or not to change her. But then she closed her eyes and rested against my chest, and her soft, warm breath against my nipple convinced me that sleep should come first, changing later. I’d been told that the previous carer had breastfed her. Or had she breastfed the lady she’d caught the mind-wipe from? I struggled to keep track.
	I wondered if anyone would breastfeed me. Maybe Amanda would? That would be...that would be wonderful.
	I cradled an arm under her sagging diaper butt and hefted her up, awkwardly carrying her, my back straining. Turned out she was heavy after all. I chuckled to myself: plenty of that weight was in her diaper right now.
	The crib looked big enough for two. I would bed down with her. That’d be nice.

Dun like bed! Bed is boring!
	Bed just has sleepies. Not bed has fun and games and stuff.
	Buuuuuut…
	This time, bed had snugglies too. So that was okay. The nice lady carried me to bed and came into bed too! She got under the covers with me and cuddled her arms around me and kept her head up against mine and her legs snuggled around my legs and her paw on my smooshy butt and her other paw…
	...She was a naughty grownup! She put her other paw on the front of my diaper and gave it rubbies! And because she got all my mess smushed up down there, all the mess got rubbed all over under the diaper!
	I waited for her to fall asleep. If she was gonna be naughty, I was gonna be naughty too!
	I licked her cheek and waited. She didn’t do anything. So I poked her tummy. She wiggled a little and flopped her paw. But she didn’t wake up. Fast asleep! Sleepy sleepy grownup. I stayed really quiet, didn’t giggle.
	Slooooowly, I pulled back the covers. She was still nakie. Silly grownup. Not even in pyjamas or a nice thick diaper. And she hadn’t changed my diaper before bed either. That was weird, because she really seemed to like my diaper!
	I wiggled over and pushed her legs apart. Then I knelt down between them and sat my diaper butt on my heels. She was still asleep, all flopped out and snoozy. She was kinda pretty. I liked her hair. Maybe she would let me put bows in it. I liked her red fur too. Looked really soft and pretty, and it felt soft too! Nice and snuggly to snuggle. I liked her.
	I put my paw down into the front of my diaper. Messy messy. Naughty cub with a messy butt! All messy round the front too, because she was naughty and mushed it all there! It felt all sticky and wet and gooey. And it got all over my paw. And when I lifted it out...pooey! It stinked! Icky diaper mess. I giggled. But she liked diaper mess when it was in my diaper! So she would like it out of the diaper too! That wasn’t naughty at all. Nope. Nu-uh. I was actually being a good little cubby! Giving the grownup what she wanted!
	‘Cause grownups like poopy diaper cubby butts. She was a grownup, and she likes ‘em. She was all snuggly with my butt! And my butt is the poopiest diaper butt there is! No wonder she liked it! Maybe she wanted a poopy butt too! Grownups are silly. She only needed to put a diaper on, and then she could have a poopy butt too! Maybe she would put one on when she changed me. Gasp! She could put my messy one on! That would be fun! She would be a messy grownup. I bet she would like that.
	I poked her tummy. This time, it left a little spot of poop in her fur. I giggled, and poked again. Two spots now. And then I drew a curvy line, spreading the stinky mush. And now she had a poopy smiley face on her tummy! I giggled louder, but she didn’t wake up!
	I rubbed a messy finger over her lips. I guess she should have woken up then, but nope! She...hehe...she stuck her tongue out! She licked her lips clean! And then she smacked her lips and made a frowny face. But she didn’t wake up! She stayed nice and asleep and looked happy, and kinda smiley.
	I did it again. Just a little smeary rub on her lips. She didn’t lick it up this time, though. She just opened her mouth and started breathing through it, instead of her nose! So I rubbed some on her nose as well, leaving a wet little lump there. She wiggled her nose, and it ran down her muzzle. Eww! Hehe! Messy grownup face. Guess she didn’t mind, though. She stayed asleep. And all smiley. Must have been having nice dreams. Nice dreams about poopy cubby diaper butts! Maybe she just really liked poopies! I should be nice and let her have more!
	So I put my paw back in my diaper, down the back this time! It felt so nice! All heavy and filled up. A big saggy butt-load of stinky messies. It made a noise like “splock!” when I pulled my paw out, and my paw was covered all the way down to the wrist in stinky brown mushy stuff.
	Splat! I hit my paw right on her face and smushed it right in! She woke up, but it was too late! She had a big poopy paw-print right on her face. She musta opened her mouth, because she squealed and wriggled, and grabbed my wrist. But that couldn’t stop me, because I had another paw! And I got that one all messy too and splat! I got her on the boobies! And I smushed it all around, wiping around and around in a circle, before she got my other wrist!
	She told me I was naughty, but I was just giggling and grinning! She got me out of the bed and washed my paws and washed herself. It was worth it! And every time she looked at me, I pretended to be all innocent and smiley.
	And then we went back to bed. She tapped my nose and told me not to do it again. I said I would be a good girl. But secretly...I stayed awake again. I just needed to wait until she fell asleep, and then I could be naughty again. Just needed to…
	...nuh, no yawnies. Stay awake. Just need to stay awake.
	...just…
	...stay awake…
	...stay…

The little rascal! She got me messy in the night. And then she got all cute and acted like she didn’t. I couldn’t tell her off. Well, it didn’t matter anyway. Soon I would be like her.
	I woke up, feeling good. My tummy growled though. I guessed they weren’t autofeeding me here. And when I got up, there was food on the little table. Colourful sugary cereal and milk. Two bowls. Both cubby plastic ones, pink and yellow, with plastic spoons too. I felt a giddy feeling. They were ready for me to start feeling mind-wiped.
	I left her asleep, carefully untangling myself from her, and had my breakfast first. That way, I could feed hers to her without distraction, without having to juggle eating mine and watching her. I sat on a little plastic chair, one that looked cubbish without actually being cub-sized, so she...and I suppose, me now...could sit on it. The cereal was tasty. Really sweet. I wondered if there was anything in the milk. Not that I wouldn’t eat it if there was. Getting randomly drugged is all part of being a test subject.
	I examined my thoughts, trying to investigate myself, trying to see if anything was numbed or degraded. Would it be too early to tell? Would one night be enough to start seeing signs? Would I even be able to spot them if they were there? After all, if my own mind were getting blanked, and I had to rely on that same mind to notice it, then surely it would be like a broken camera trying to photograph itself?
	My head hurt. This was complicated. Not the kind of thing I should try to think about! And Amanda was starting to wake up, so I finished my cereal fast, dribbling some down my chin, wiping at it with my wrist, and hurried to the crib.

Aww poopie! I fell asleep. Boo!
	Nice lady woke me up and gave me cuddles. She lifted me out of the crib, and when she put her arm under my butt, all the mushies splooped over my butt. She said I was stinky and needed my diaper changing.
	“Nuh!”
	“Yes.”
	“NUH!”
	I pouted, but she said I hadta anyway! No fair. But then she said I could have nummy breakfast afterwards. So I was good and she took me to the changing table.
	Dun like the changing table. It’s cold and plasticy. She put me down on my back and I wiggled my feet at her. She held my ankles and laid them back down.
	“You gotta be a good girl and lie still, or no breakfast. Okay? Will you be a good girl?”
	“Kay.” I pouted and kept my legs still when she let go. She tore off the tapes for my diaper and lifted the front up. So messy! All brown and sticky and mushed all over everywhere. I reached down, and she grabbed my paw.
	And then she bopped it with her finger!
	“No. Bad. No touchy.”
	“Aww.”
	So I kept my paws still too, while she got some wet wipeys and went wipey wipey over my naughty bits to get everything cleaned up. It was really cold. I squealed and wiggled a bit. She put the dirty wipes in the bin and got some more. Lots of wiping. Lots and lots.
	Then she held my legs and lifted my butt up. She slid the dirty diaper away, with the big heapy lump of messies, and folded it up and dropped it with a wet squish into the bin. All with one paw! She was really good at this.
Wipey wipe. Down over my butt. Between the cheeks. I stayed nice and still while she cleaned me up. Like a good little girl. She patted my tummy and laid my butt back down, right onto some really snuggy soft nice clean diaper padding. I made a happy squeally noise.
“Like that?”
“Yeah!”
She smiled and rubbed my tummy some more. But she must have pressed too hard. I felt all funny, and then I felt something really not nice at all! I was peeing, but the diaper wasn’t on yet! It felt all horrible and out in the open and scary! I wailed and wiggled my legs, reaching down for the diaper, trying to grab the front of it to pull it up to catch all the pee, instead of letting it just splash all over!
But she beat me. She pushed the front of the diaper up between my legs and held it there. I felt better! All my pee was going where it should go. Right into the nice soft padding, getting all swollen up and soggy and thick and squidgy. I closed my eyes and felt happy again. And she finished taping up the diaper, nice and thick and cosy. And then she kissed my nose and told me I was a good girl! I held my arms up for her to lift me up, and she scooped me up and cuddled me and carried me over to the table, my big poofy diaper butt resting on her arm, nice and thick and clean and warm, all ready for me to make poopies in again!

I felt it. The soft, cotton-wool fluff in my head. I cuddled cubby little Amanda, resting her head against my shoulder, forgetting that she was a big girl. Little cubby cuddly Amanda. One of her toys was playing music. A plinky, plonky, happy little tune. I closed my eyes and leant back into the embrace of a big plushie dinosaur, and let the tune carry me along.
	My mind ran with thoughts for the longest time. Then they crumbled like sand in the surf. Not one crashing moment, but not a slow erosion either. It was an undermining, and a collapse. And riding above it somewhere in the stratosphere of my mind was a fragment of myself that remained just lucid enough to witness it happening. The erosion had been there all along, nibbling away at the foundations of my mind. And now, this moment, comfortably cuddled and rested, was the moment the edifice toppled. I readied myself for the plunge, startled and gleeful, and felt myself dive and fall and tumble...
	Something dreaming in the sky…
	I nuzzled against Amanda’s neck, murmuring contentedly, petting her tummy. It felt good.
	Wondering while the world went by…
	She scooted round and booped her nose against mine, and I opened my eyes. I smiled back at her smile. She licked my nose! Heee.
	Slowly, sweetly, wonder fled…
	I rubbed my paws all down her back. She scrabbled at my chest.
	“Owie!”
	“Pff!”
	She giggled, smooching a kiss on my cheek.
	Not a thought left in that head.
	“Wanna play?”
	“Kay!”

Two cubs spiralled together happily, a ying and yang of mindless glee. Both different, both the same. A vixen and a horse, older than their thoughts, adult of body, child of mind.
	Mandy Pandie Pudding let go first, tumbling back and landing in the pile of cushions and beanbags, her pumpy dumpy padded rump taking the impact with a soft floomp. Soozy Woosy Moozy Poos wobbled and windmilled her arms, then collapsed backwards quite unnecessarily! Her legs flew up, and her arms went wide, and her spherically padded butt wobbled her backwards like an unbalanced bowling pin, until she lay on her back wedged between cushions, unable to stand.
	They both exploded with happy giggles.
	“Agaaaaain!”
	“Nuh! Hehe! Dizzy!”
	“Again again!”
The wall clicked. Then a big, big TV turned on, and dancing, happy cartoon animals started singing about friendship. The two cubs turned to look, caught in raptured draw, pulled towards the happy colours.
The settled into the big snuggly beanbag, arms entwined, heads leaning together, thumbs in mouths. Sleep was rapid.

This stays completely OFF THE RECORD.

The exercise seems to have failed. The mindlessness was meant to transfer. It did that alright. Oh yes, it most certainly did that.
	But it didn’t leave Amanda! It just...doubled? I don’t know. But now we have two empty minds rather than one. They...they seem happy enough. But that doesn’t bring our worker back. Damn it.
	What to do...what to do. Do we...just give up? Leave them to it? Do we do the unthinkable?
	Do we keep risking the minds of staff going in to change them and take care of them? Do we find some way to bring them back to some kind of functional level? Or...or…
	Oh god. I don’t believe I’m considering this. He’ll make me pay for it, I’m sure. How much will I have to beg? How low will I need to grovel?
	Sigh.
	I’ll speak to Sweet in the morning. I’m sure he’ll help...eventually.

Sweet presented me with a number of options. I was a little disturbed by the number of robots he had down there. It’s almost like he’s building an army. Thankfully, most of them weren’t good for much else other than irritating me.
	I settled on number 26, a titanic monstrosity of metal, ten foot tall and god knows how heavy, and, after asking Sweet what its intended purpose was, and then explaining at length that while I appreciated his concern and foresight, I doubted that CKC was at any risk of requiring a robot designed to defeat attacking sharks via the medium of mixed martial arts, we set about arranging a swift reprogramming of the robot’s mind, fitting it with a soft and cuddly exterior skin, and downrating the strength of its servomotors to about 6% of maximum.
	“It looks ridiculous. Only an idiot would think it’s a teddy bear.” Sweet said.

TEDDY! Yay! Big big big teddy come to see us! I poked at Mandy ‘til she woke up and got her all excited too, and we both jumped up and down in the crib until the big pink teddy came over to see us. It walked in big flumpy bumpy steps and held up its paw in a big happy wave.
	“Good morning, girls. Have you been good girls?” it said.
	I nodded. “Uhuh!” But Mandy giggled and poked me.
	“Nuh she hasn’t! She got all poopy!”
	“Oh?” Big teddy tilted its head. “But that’s not naughty. Little cubbies are meant to get all poopy.”
	Mandy pouted, and I stuck my tongue out at her. Nyeah!
	“And did you make poopies, little Amanda?” said the teddy.
	Mandy smiled, all proud and smiley. “Nuh! I’m a good girl!”
	The big bear reached into the crib and put his big fuzzy paws under Mandy’s arms. She squealed and wiggled and giggled as the bear lifted her up.
	“Oh but that’s not right at all. Little cubbies need to use their diapers so that teddy can change them.”
	“Dun need to!”
	Teddy gave Mandy a big snuggly cuddle. “Are you sure?”
	“Yeah! H-hey! That’s squeezy!”
	Mandy bapped her paws at the big teddy, but it was hugging her tighty tight! I giggled as Mandy got all flappy, and her big poofy diaper butt wiggled. And the big teddy kept squeezing her in the big hug, squeezing her tummy all tight and mushing all her insides and then…
	Pppppppppppfffft! She made a sound like that! And the padding under her butt puffed up like a balloon! And Mandy wiggled her legs and made groany noises, and her diaper started getting swelly and brown under her butt, just like mine.
	“Poopy Mandy! Poopy Mandy! Nyeah nyeah!”
	“Shuuuush!”
	The big teddy made a funny beepy boopy noise, and nuzzled its big fluffy nose against Mandy’s cheek, then put her down in the crib next to me. Mandy tried to stand, but teddy made her sit. Teddy moved a paw towards me, so I sat down in the crib and smushed my squishy messy butt, and teddy stopped.
	“Good little girls, with big messy diaper butts, just like little girls should!”
	Mandy pouted at me, all sulky. And I grinned and grinned.
	“Yeah! Yay messy butts!”
	Dunno why Mandy was being sulky. She liked messy butts too. Guess she was just still sulky from only just waking up. I tried to make her feel better. I rolled over to her and nosed at her cheek. She baffed at me with her paws. I pushed at her until she was on her back, then sat down on her tummy. Big smushy diaper squidginess. I grinned at her and wiggled my butt, feeling all my messes rub around over my buttcheeks. She pouted up at me.
 	“Hungy!” she said. Oooooh!
	The big teddy leaned over. Made a funny noise. Like...shhff shhff! “Time for changes, little girls!”
	Mandy made a big huff and sat back up, and I flopped onto my back, then rolled over and sat up too. We both put our arms up, and the teddy lifted us both up and out of the crib.
	“You first, Suzy. Amanda, you can go play.”
	Mandy groaned, hugging her tummy, and went to go sit with her dollies, poking at them.
 	“Up!” I said, putting my arms up. The teddy lifted me up and onto the changing table. I was a good girl! I helped! Teddy didn’t notice, though. It just lay a nice thick new diaper down next to me and put a bottle of talc and tub of wipes there too. I lay nice and still, waiting, like a good little girl.
	I was very poopy! But teddy didn’t seem to mind. It did something weird with its paws. All the fluffy fur rolled back and underneath it had pink mittens! I’ve never seen a teddy do that before! With the pink mittens, it untaped my diaper and pulled the front down and started wiping at all the sticky poopy brown mess between my legs and all over my thighs, cleaning me up with lots of wet wipes. Teddy was very good. I didn’t get shivery from the wipes one bit! And it made extra sure my naughty parts were nice and clean. And then it held my legs up and slid the old diaper out and put the new one under my butt.
	And it put the old diaper in a different place to normal. The normal bin was gone. There was this weird white bin with a beepy red light on top of it. Weird! So teddy put the diaper in that one, and it made funny rumbly noises. And then teddy dusted me all over my butt with nice huggly smelling talc, and taped me all up nice and fresh and clean, and gave me a pat on the tummy and lifted me down to the floor.
	I went to play with my toy dinosaurs while Mandy got changed. She was naughty. She fussed about and wiggled her legs. And teddy put her messy diaper in the weird bin too. Pooey did Mandy’s diaper stink! The whole room smelt of messies! But she was all clean and nice when teddy put her down next to me.
	“Breakfast will be ready soon,” said teddy. And then it just stood there, smiling. Didn’t do anything. I poked its leg, but it still didn’t do anything. So I just shrugged and went rwar with my roarasaurus rex monster, and Mandy sulked ‘cause she was hungry...until she saw how cool my dinosaur was and we made her dolly its owner and they went for walkies on the park.
	Ding! We both looked around to see where the noise came from, but we couldn’t tell. And then teddy started moving and we both went eek in surprise. It walked over to the weird bin thing and opened a door in the side of it and took out two bowls of nummy oatmeal! We got up and ran over to the table and waited for teddy to put the bowls down. We reached for them, but teddy put his paw in the way.
	“No, girls, you’ll make a mess. Wait for me to put you in your highchairs.”
	Mandy went first. Teddy lifted her up into her highchair and snuggled her in nice and comfy. But then it put straps around her wrists and fixed them to the sides of the seat. How was she gonna eat breakfast like that? Silly teddy! But then it lifted me up and did the same to me too, strapping my wrists! I looked at Mandy, all confused, and she was confused too.
	Then teddy put a bib on each of us. And then it put the bowls on our trays.
	It wasn’t oatmeal! I started to wiggle a bit.
	It was...it kinda looked like oatmeal. It was all flakey and mushy. And it was coloured like oatmeal and had nummy-looking sugar on the top. But it didn’t smell like oatmeal. It smelled like...like.
	“Eww that smells like poop!” said Mandy.
	It did smell like poop!
	“It’s your breakfast, little girls,” said teddy, standing in front of us, a spoon in each paw. It put both into the bowls and lifted up spoonfuls of the oatmeally poopy...stuff. It moved them towards our mouths.
	“Open wide for the choo choo!”
	Mandy clenched her mouth shut, but I opened mine. I felt blushy. Poopies are nice! I closed my mouth around the spoon and sucked the oatmeal stuff off it and tasted it.
	And it tasted like poopies too. Just like it. I made a squeally noise and swallowed it. It was icky and made me feel sick. But it was good too. Like...like...I dunno! Like sucking a lemon! You get all jibbly and icky but then you like it too.
	Mandy whimpered. And teddy got mean. It reached down and tickled at Mandy’s hoofy feets until she giggled and opened her mouth and teddy stuffed the spoon right in. Mandy’s eyes opened really wide, and she went MMMMMPHHH! But then she closed her eyes and got a goosebumpy wiggle, just like me! And when teddy pulled the spoon out it was clean, and Mandy didn’t spit anything out.
	So teddy got two more spoonfuls ready...and both of us opened our mouths nice and wide!

After breakfast, we had nice full tummies, and teddy put some cartoons on for us to watch. It sat on the floor and we sat on its legs and snuggled up against its tummy. I played with its fur while we watched. And Mandy snoozed a little bit. And, after a while, I felt myself get gurgly.
	Not just a little gurgly. A lot gurgly! My tummy was making lots of bubbly noises, and it felt all knotty and weird. I whimpered, and teddy cuddled me with its arm.
	“Are you feeling okay, Suzy?”
	“Nuh!” I shook my head.
	Teddy looked at me. And got really still again. Then teddy chuckled. “You’ve just got a wobbly tummy, that’s all. It really liked your breakfast and is going to put it all into your diaper really soon.”
	I pawed at teddy’s fur a bit, gasping and tensing up. My tummy felt hiccupy. And then...and then…
	I made a really loud wet splooshy butt rumbly fart noise, and Mandy opened her eyes and jumped in surprise and nearly fell off teddy’s leg. I whined and cuddled teddy. I felt the wet splattery feeling on my butt. And it all came at once; all my wet runny poopies in one big stream, gushing right into my diaper’s butt padding, soaking it all up and swelling up and spreading hotness all around my tush, making me shiver and wiggle my toes, and on and on it went until my diaper was a big swollen soggy mess, and my tummy felt better.
	I snuggled down against teddy’s tummy, panting, feeling all drippy and wet under my diaper. I shivered a little, and felt it all slosh and smush against my butt, making me shiver again, making it slosh again, until I whined and forced myself to stay super still, so it all settled down and I could sit quietly in the steamy wetness.
	And then Mandy started to whimper, and I knew it was gonna happen to her too! She tensed up like I did, pressing her paws against teddy, holding on tight while teddy snugged its arm tighter around her.
	“You’re pooping too, hmm Amanda? It’s okay. Just let it go and you’ll feel lots better.”
	Mandy whined, and I tried to look helpful to her...all concerned and supporting and stuff. She wiggled and whimpered and then made a big wet PPPPFFFFFFT sound that was even louder than mine! Then the splattery wet noise and sound of crinkly diaper plastic as her butt swelled up. I watched as the plastic got a brown patch that spread and got darker, as all the padding on the other side of the plastic soaked up all the runny poop and got bigger and bigger. Poor Mandy started to tear up.
	“It h-huuuuurts!”
	“It’s okay Mandy!”
	“Good girl. Just keep letting it all out.”
	Mandy tensed up again and gasped, squeezing her eyes shut. There was one last big splattery wet farty noise, then her diaper butt kinda bumped and bulged as lumpy stuff started to land in her padding. Then she sighed and slumped against teddy.
	“There, that’s better isn’t it?” said teddy.
	Mandy nodded. And I closed my eyes. I wasn’t sleepy. But I wanted to feel all snuggly because of the warm wetness all over my butt. And I guess Mandy was the same, ‘cause I could hear her making snoozy noises.
	Missed the rest of the cartoons. But teddy was really nice. When we woke back up, teddy put the cartoons back on again! So we watched the pretty colours and learned about butterflies and counted to five. Teddy sat there, nice and quiet. And my diaper cooled down until it just felt like normal. And whenever I moved, it rolled all heavy and squishy under my butt. I really liked it. There wasn’t any mushy lumps. Just big thick squidgy wet diaper padding, and a big splotch of brownness on the outside that showed I was nice and messy and full! Super heavy loaded diaper butt, and I hoped teddy wouldn’t change us for ages.
	I opened my eyes and caught Mandy with her paw down inside her diaper. I knew what she was doing! She was mushing her messes all around. I could see her fingers move under the padding. I whined a little, rubbing at the outside of mine. No mushies in there. Just poopy wetness. I watched, though. Mandy wasn’t really looking at me. I watched as her paw moved around, spreading and wiping the messies all over the inside of her diaper, making sure it stuck to her fur in all the places it could. Then, eventually, when she lifted her messy paw back out...she started licking.
	Naughty cub! I giggled, and she looked at me, blushy! So I made it so she didn’t feel bad. I stuck my paw down into my diaper and rubbed it around. And even though it didn’t have much poopies on it when I lifted it back out, I licked at it anyway, shivering at the icky but nice taste, and watched Mandy while she did the same, while we both sat there cleaning our dirty paws so we could be good clean girls again.
	“You’re naughty,” I said, grinning.
	“So are you!”
	Teddy didn’t do anything. It just kinda sat there. Maybe it was busy watching the cartoon and just didn’t notice what we were doing. When I finished, I wiped my paw on teddy’s tummy, and Mandy did the same, and we both lay down against teddy to watch the rest of the cartoon. It was a fun cartoon. I really liked it. Mandy liked it too. But after a while...I watched her paw start going down into her diaper again.
	I giggled. Silly Mandy. But...I did the same thing too. It was fun!

Off the record, yadda yadda yadda.

I have decided not to take any more chances with the dangerous effect of these two ladies...girls. They have the robot now, and they’re fully self-sufficient when supplied with materials down via the automated conduit. So I’m isolating the chamber.
	Now, they’re too central in the facility to just close the wing around them. But thank fuck for modular construction. I knew I liked it for a reason. So...quick call to the head of facilities, then a meeting with the construction department, and we’re off.
	Step one, clear the wing, and the rooms beneath the chamber, down to rock.
	Step two, do a hell of a lot of shuffling and dismantling until we have a clear path down.
	Step three, dig like a motherfucker. I figured fifty metres would do it. Straight down.
	Install rails.
	Get power sorted out. Utilities. Plumbing.
	So much damn paperwork, thankfully delegated.
	And then, one night, when they’re asleep…
	The slooow descend of their chamber, down into the pit.
	And the pouring of concrete on top.
	And there they’ll stay, until we can figure out how to fix them.

	Might be a while…

Three years later…

Jennifer closed the lid of her laptop and leaned back in her chair. The figures rolled through her mind, each neatly sorted and categorised. Tabled and verified. Everything accounted for. Everything in order. She smiled to herself and rolled the chair back. Work was done for the day. And that cat could go hang if he wanted more.
	She stood. The office clock ticked in the quiet gloom. The false window in the corner displayed a pleasant false sunset over a false forest. The gentle oranges and reds shining through the simulated leaves cast their pleasant pattern across the cool blue carpet and the brushed aluminium furniture, giving a sense of warmth to the otherwise sterile room. This was almost completely lost to Jennifer. Because as she walked over to the door her nose twitched.
	Cabbages? Oh no, you little fu…
	And slowly, she swayed down towards the carpet.

Hours or minutes or years or seconds later, Jennifer woke. She opened her eyes quickly, forcing her sharp mind to cut through the fog and confusion of the fading strength of the induced sleep. She lifted her head and came nose to nose with a giant teddy bear.
	She shrieked!
	She scrambled backwards, dragging her rear against the ground. Her rear. Her attention flitted downwards, and took in the fuzzy pink sleeper suit, the thick padding underneath.
	She shrieked again.
	The teddy bear lifted up. Jesus it was huge. It stood at its full height, servo motors humming under the soft, disarming plush, and reached a titanic paw down towards her.
	Jennifer rolled over and scrambled up onto all fours. Her mittened paws struggled for purchase on the thick pile pink carpet. She looked up ahead of her, at the pink wall, the pink cabinet, the pink rocking chair.
	She didn’t shriek this time. She just groaned; a tired, defeated little noise of utter, dejected hopelessness. She stopped scrambling forwards. And, a moment later, the teddy bear’s paw cupped under her tummy and lifted her up from the floor as if she had the weight of a feather. She let her limbs hang limp, while her mind rolled through the turmoil of being here. Of being back here. Of being back here...in this room.
	The teddy bear turned her in the air, and she came nose to nose with it again. The face was dead, expressionless. Just a giant stuffed toy with circuits and machinery underneath. This was her guess anyway. A guess she confirmed when it spoke; a pleasant, gentle voice, but undoubtedly artificial and rising from a speaker somewhere buried inside. Most definitely a Sweet creation.
	“Good morning, Jenny.”
	She placed her mittened paws on top of its paws. A little push. Yup, it wouldn’t budge. Under that soft fur and heaps of fluffy stuffing was the steel and wire of a grip that wasn’t going to release. She tried to steady her breathing, all the while aware of her fleece-covered feet dangling three foot off the floor, and of the bulky weight clinging around her middle, of the distracting sensation of soft diaper padding pressed warm and pleasant against her naked sex. God damn it.
	“Robot. Shut down.” She waited. Nothing. “Robot, root menu. Debug mode. Administrator mode. Damn it, robot! I know you’re one of Sweet’s toys! You put me down right now!”
	The big teddy bear face just stared expressionlessly, and didn’t put her down.
	She whined and beat her paws against it. It didn’t budge.
	“Settle down, Jenny.” The voice had no emotion. “You know where you are. You know there’s no getting out. So just be still.”
	Jenny paused, staring at the unblinking plastic eyes.
	“Am I...am I talking to the robot, or an operator right now?”
	She could almost hear the relays clicking, which she knew was nonsense.
	“An operator.”
	She kicked at the bear. “Fucking knew it! Who is this? You put me down right now, you let me out of this room!”
	“We can’t do that, Jenny. Your contract…”
	“Sod my fucking contract!”
	“Your contract says we can do this, if an exceptional situation arises. An exceptional situation has arisen.”
	She stopped kicking. It was pointless. She concentrated all her efforts on not crying. If she was going to be defeated, she would at least do it with some dignity. She tried not to dwell on the futility of trying to maintain dignity while a giant robot teddy bear was holding you up in a nursery while you were dressed in a big diaper and a pink sleeper suit.
	“What situation?”
	“The X-409 situation.”
	“What X-409 situation? That was sorted out! I saw Musuko sign off on it! The chamber got sealed.”
	“Yes, Jenny. The chamber was sealed until we had developed a solution.”
	“A solution?”
	“Yes, Jenny.”
	She looked down at herself, cold dread rising.
	“What kind of solution have you developed?”
	“Well…”
	The inflection was lost in the dead, level voice of the robot’s relaying of the message, but her imagination filled in the details. The hesitation of the unseen operator sat at his or her computer, watching her through the robot’s eyes, trying to think of how to explain this. The cold dread became terror, as she filled in the blanks for herself.
	“You’re throwing me back in here, aren’t you?” she said. “You’re going to let my mind wipe again, aren’t you?”
	“Yes, Jenny.”
	“Why?!”
	“Our testing shows that X-409 has a half-life. The effect will fade away. But...that only applies for the initial exposed subject. If it’s transferred, it remains permanent and can duplicate.”
	Her fingers drilled hard against the teddy’s grip. Plush stuffing and sleeper mittens be damned, she was going to tear that fucking thing apart with her bare paws!
	“So, we need to put the effect back into you so we can dissipate it. It’s the only way to get both you and Amanda back to a functioning state.”
	“And what about that test subject that was supposed to soak it up? That Suzy girl?”
	“A bonus, if she becomes functional again. But not our primary concern.”
	Jennifer’s knuckles were beginning to burn.
	“How…” her voice quavered. She steeled herself and straightened up her head. She glared at the damn robot. “How long will it take to dissipate?”
	“We estimate it to be about five years.”
	“Five years?!”
	“About that, yes. We’re not certain how long exactly. This is all...guesswork.”
	“Guesswork?!”
	“Yes, based on testing we’re doing down here. Well, up here from where you are. It’s all a bit...you’ll forgive me. Things are a little confused. But don’t worry, the time will pass quickly for you. You won’t be in a position to feel it pass. Not really, anyway. That should be some consolation, right?”
	“You fu-”
	“I’m sorry, Jenny. It’s the only way to get you both back. You’ll still be paid, of course. And your belongings will be stored. I’ll...I’ll leave you to teddy now. Goodbye Je-” The voice cut off with a sharp burst of static and a soft beep.
	The teddy’s body shifted. “Well, hello there little one. What’s your name?” The voice was the same, but with a lilting melody of emotion this time.
	Jennifer’s eyes welled with tears. It was just so unfair. This shouldn’t be happening. But then...what did she expect from CKC? From that damn cat? She clenched her eyes shut. Like hell was she going to answer the robot.
	“Aww, there there. No need to cry.” The paws gripping her pulled her in, and she felt her face press against the thick plush fur of the teddy’s chest. She wasn’t going to cry. She wanted to rage at the robot and tell it that she was a grown woman, and she wasn’t going to cry! But the tears were already running down her cheeks, and unbidden came the warbling whimper of uncontrollable anguish. The huge teddy paw patted at her back, with tender delicateness belying the true strength it could achieve. “Shh, don’t cry. You’ll wake the girls.”
	The girls? She jolted her head up and looked around. Yes...there they were. The crib in the corner, as she remembered it, with two figures locked within, cuddled together in soft, pleasant bliss. The worlds collided in her head; the office far above, and her home further still above that, with all the wonderful accomplishments and complexities and stresses and triumphs. And this world, and her memory of living in it before; soft and warm and simple and happy and carefree...and messy and mucky and stinky and naughty and depraved.
	She let out a shuddering cry, overwhelmed by it all. One of the figures stirred in the crib. A head rose, the head of an adult equine woman. But the bleary expression resolved itself into a vacant, cheerful smile of a toddler. Her chin was wet with drool, and a discarded pacifier lay on the pillow nearby. As she woke, she stretched and squealed, and bumped her crib-mate with her elbow. The vixen sat up, startled, her cheek wet with drool as well. She yawned and rubbed at her eyes, then put her arms around the equine’s waist and rested her head on her shoulder.
	“Oh dear, you’ve woken them. Never mind. Now’s a good time to meet them. You can join them for breakfast!”
	Jennifer knew who would be waiting for her when the teddy carried her over, its lumbering steps hitting the carpets with heavy thuds that would shake the floor of any normal building. The other figure was stirring too, now, and as they reached the bars she looked down into two faces looking up, groggy and sleepy, slowly rising back to wakefulness, and to surprise.
	“Girls, you have a new friend now! This is Suzy, and this is-”
	“Jenny!”
	“-and Mandy. Oh, so you’re Jenny then?”
	“Call me Jennifer.”
	“Oh don’t be silly. Jenny’s so much cuter!”
	Mandy pulled herself up to the bars, her happy face squeezed against them, goofily grinning. Suzy was close behind, nudging at Mandy’s back. Both were in pink sleepers. Both were swollen and bulging around their middles. Jenny’s nose caught the funk of heavily loaded diapers, and a shudder ran through her. She bit her lip and tried not to whimper. Memories came back. The warmth tickled in her naked sex. No, don’t do this, she told herself. No...she told her body.
	She looked down at the two women in their crib and tried to accept that she would soon be in their place, mindless and happy, shitting her diaper and bawling for her teddy caretaker. She gripped her mittened paws around herself in a hug, and the teddy hugged her more closely too. Five years. Five long years. How would they pass while mind-wiped? Fast? Slow? She looked down at the smiling pair, feeling her skin crawl, instinctively thinking of them as a danger, like radioactive waste. Like exposed wires. The mind-numbing rays radiated out from them, and the light of her mind sucked them in, soaking it up, destroying itself. It would have started already, and there was no escaping the downward slide into mindless childishness.
	The teddy unlocked the lid of the crib and swung it up, then lowered the side.
	“Can you girls climb out on your own?”
	“Yes teddy!”
	Climbing out turned out to be rolling: Mandy flopped onto her side and rolled until she collapsed out of the crib, landing with a loud squish on her butt. She giggled and cooed, rubbing at her diaper front, squeezing and kneading her mittened paws, shifting and squelching the wet padding safely contained under the fleece. Suzy giggled and mimicked her cribmate, rolling out and landing even more heavily, with an even louder wet squelch. Jenny clenched her eyes shut and looked away, biting her lip harder. She remembered what that feeling was like. Wet padding pressed against her most private areas. Wet, sloppy shit sitting heavy between her fur and the padding, slopping around when she moved, pressing and spreading whenever she sat, feeling so disgusting and pleasing all at the same time, right and wrong, with the shaky feeling of arousal humming hotly underneath it all. Oh god, it was going to come back. She thought she had escaped, but she hadn’t. It was going to happen again.
	Resist it? Embrace it? What should she do?
	“R-robot?” she gasped.
	“I’m teddy,” said the teddy, no doubt being helpful.
	“Teddy,” she breathed. “Is...is anyone watching?”
	“What do you mean, sweetie?”
	“Are there any cameras? Is anyone watching what you’re seeing? Recording what you’re seeing?”
	The teddy held her still. Mandy rolled onto her back and Suzy reared up on her knees, arms up, mittens curled. “Rwar!” she cried, pouncing Mandy and licking at her cheek while Mandy giggled and batted at her.
	“Nobody is watching us, sweetie. It’s just me here, taking care of you.”
	Jenny felt the tension unknot in her shoulders. That was something at least, if it could be trusted. It could be lying. How could she tell? She could only guess. Resist or embrace. Which was easiest? Which would get her through this situation most quickly, most pleasantly.
	She sighed and rested her head against the teddy’s chest, and it responded by lifting a paw to the back of her head and petting with its fingertips.
	“Want some breakfast, Jenny.”
	“Yay, breakfast!” squealed Mandy. “Suuuuuzie, gerroff! Breakfast time!”
	“Y-yes...yes please, teddy.”

Mandy and Suzy sat to either side of her at the little table, pressed up against her sides, swollen diaper butts squished at her sides, making her shiver as she felt the warmth of the waste contained within. She hugged her arms around herself, feeling unsteady on the plastic bench. The big teddy robot strode off towards a shiny object near the changing table. Jenny stiffened. She knew a recycler when she saw one.
“N-no way…”
“Wassa matter?” said Mandy, nuzzling against Jenny’s cheek. On her other side, Suzy was rubbing at her side and making happy gurgling noises as she drooled on Jenny’s shoulder.
“N-nothing,” whispered Jenny, watching as the bear dispensed thick gloop into three plastic bowls. I just hope its working right she thought.
The bear turned back, and its smile-free face seemed somehow to be cheerful. “Breakfast time, girls. I hope you’re hungry. There’s extra today!”
Mandy trilled happily, and Suzy clapped clumsily. Jenny sat between them, clutching tighter to herself, eyes on the brown mounds in the bowls, watching as they were set before them. She leaned forward slightly and sniffed. Oh! Just a warm oatmeal smell. Her spirits lifted. Perhaps it will be okay.
The teddy moved behind them, and the girls at her sides settled down for a brief moment whilst their bibs were fitted, going back to their wriggling and happy misbehavior the moment they were on. Jenny lifted her muzzle and closed her eyes, and felt the flexible plastic clip around her neck and rest against her chest. She beat back every thought in her head. The less she thought about all this, the easier it would e to just…slip away. It wouldn’t be so bad, she told herself. She opened her eyes to look at Suzy’s smile, and at Mandy’s gleeful face as she upended her bowl into her lap. After all, they seem happy enough.
“Mandy Pie, look what you’ve done,” fussed the bear, like a matron. Mandy clapped her gloop-splattered paws together and blew a wet raspberry, drool trickling down her chin. Suzy sat quietly, watching, grinning, being the good little girl to earn points against Mandy’s bad example.
Carefully, Jenny reached for the plastic spoon with her mittened paws. She attempted to grip it in one paw, but it just dropped and clattered off the rim of the bowl. She hooked one mitten under it and clenched it against her other paw. That seemed to work. While the bear was distracted with mopping up Mandy, and fighting off the flailing, messy paws that were getting smears all over the robot’s fuzzy face, she dipped the spoon into the brown oatmeal mush and clumsily wobbled it up towards her muzzle, brushing against her chin first, then finally into her mouth.
Mmmph!
She dropped the spoon, eyes wide, mouth clenched shut. It tasted…it tasted…
Next to her, Suzy was dipping her mittened paw into her oatmeal and spooning it messily into her mouth, getting more of it on her muzzle than inside it.
It tasted like…Jenny clenched her eyes shut and swallowed. A shudder ran through her, and she gripped her paws against the edge of the table. She didn’t feel sick, even though she felt she should. She should feel disgusted. She should feel horrified. Instead, the feelings that she felt she’d left long behind had all come rushing back. Her tears welled. Her mouth parted for a small gasp, breath damp and tinged with the foul taste. The fire burned in her crotch, and she knew she had five years to come of it being stoked and unquenched. She felt…she felt…
“Aww no cry!” said Suzy, holding her brown-caked mitten in front of Jenny’s nose. “Here you go!”
Trembling, Jenny offered up her tongue and started to lap at the fabric. It was horrible. It was degrading. She hated it. She…loved it.

The bear battled to clean them up, hampered at every step by Mandy’s playful fussing, and Suzy’s more stealthy mischief. Jenny sat quietly through it all, clutching her tummy, feeling full, feeling contented, tasting shit on her breath. She wondered…how quickly would it come, with two of them to project their mindlessness into her this time? Would she feel it?
Her stomach gurgled. Was the messed up recycled mush safe?
The pretty patterned carpet took her attention. A thought appeared unbidden, and she took it; down she went, rolling off the bench and laying on her back on the soft, plush carpet, staring up at the ceiling. That felt nice.
She rubbed her mittens at her tummy. It felt worse. Another gurgle, and then…oh god, a cramp. She whined breathlessly, hugging herself and rolling onto her side. She could feel the churning inside her. She knew the signs. She clenched hard, as tightly as she could, bracing herself against the inevitable, fighting it. Fight it!
The first wet fart ballooned into the clean padding pressed snugly against her rump, and she stifled a moan into her shoulder. Across the room, the bear had turned and was now watching her, expressionless and still, but all the same she felt judged; just a little diaper baby girl.
Then the bear turned, and Jenny looked to see Suzy sat amongst the plushies, clutching her own tummy just the same, making quiet little moaning noises, but with a happy smile on her face. She shuffled down in the pile and spread her legs wide, and with a rippling swelling her diaper bottom soaked brown from within, pushing down between her legs, loading up with sloppy heaps of equine shit. The smell swelled out into the room, uncontained by the diaper. Jenny’s nose soaked it up, and the squirming, tingling feeling of mixed disgust and pleasure grew with the smell.
There was no resisting it. And Jenny caught her thoughts; why was she resisting? She had already resolved to just give in and let go. Let go…and let her mind go. Let everything go. Relax. She took a deep breath and rolled onto her back, letting go of her stomach, letting the cramps take over, and then the glorious flood of relief as her bowels emptied into the waiting seat of her diaper, flooding her rear with the hot, dirty feeling of wet shit, soaking into the waiting padding and leaving the slimy solids to compact and smear out all over her trapped rear. On and on it went, surely more than she had eaten. Her diaper swelled up, pushing her thighs apart, until it was a big, heavy, clumsy bag of sloshing mess hanging there, safely and cleanly sealed away inside her diaper, under her pretty, girly, comfortable sleeper.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes again. It felt nice. Warm and comfy and happy. Was the mind-wiping taking effect already? Or was it just genuinely a pleasant feeling? She didn’t care. And when Mandy waddled up to her, her own diaper loaded down and hard to control, she lifted her arm up and Mandy joined her on the carpet, snuggling up against her side and resting her drool-covered muzzle on Jenny’s shoulder. Moments later, Suzy joined her at the other side, and the three girls lay in a picture perfect snuggle.
Were Teddy a person, it may have taken a picture. It stood guard, impassively watching the three girls drift off towards a snoozy sleep. Two of them resuming their restful night’s sleep, the other recovering from her shock...and revelation.
But while Teddy wasn’t able to take a picture, those who were able to watch through its eyes most certainly had. And far above, beyond the thoughts of the happy girls, every nuance of their actions was meticulously documented and catalogued. Everything was monitored and recorded.
Teddy lifted the blanket from the crib and gently laid it over the bodies of the sleeping girls.

Three years later…

“Bath time!”
Suzy and Mandy cried in unison. “Aww!”
“Now girls, be good! Go find your sister.”
The pair rolled themselves onto all fours and awkwardly pulled themselves up onto unsteady feet, unbalanced by the swollen weight of the extra thick diapers under their pale yellow day dresses. The waddled across the disarray of toys and activity books, wandering off into different directions.
“Jeeeeeenny! Bath time!” cried Mandy. Suzy was a little less helpful. She plucked a discarded toy building block from the floor and was contentedly suckling on it, oblivious to the drool soaking her chin, barely five minutes after the patient teddy had wiped her clean.
“Mmmph!” she cried, pointing.
Mandy turned to look. “Heeee! Silly Jenny!”
There in the corner, behind an overturned easel, sat Jenny amongst piles of finger-painted artwork. Her dress and face were splashed with paint, and she was wholly engrossed in splashing her paint-covered paws against the wall, wearing a blank expression, her mouth slack and open. She clapped her painty paws together and burbled, before dipping her fingers back into an open pot of red paint, then drawing a squiggly line on the wall.
“Messy baby!” said Mandy, pawing at Jenny’s back. “It’s bath time!”
“Prrrrrbble!” cooed Jenny.
Suzy helped. She tugged at Jenny’s arm, and Mandy tugged at the other. Between them, they managed to haul the messy girl up onto her feet, where all three wobbled…then came crashing down onto their padded butts and rolling onto their backs.
Suzy and Mandy burst into giggles, while Jenny waggled her arms and legs in uncoordinated flails, cooing and drooling, blinking at the ceiling.
“Teeeeeeddy! Halp!” cried Suzy.
Teddy set the easel upright and, reaching down with his big bear paws, gently helped the two to their feet before scooping Jenny up and cuddling her to his chest.
“Now girls, you know Jenny can’t walk.”
They pouted. “Sowwy.”
“It’s alright girls. You just have to remember that Jenny can’t do lots of the things you can do. You’ve got to look after her.”
“Kay!”
“And be nice to her. She doesn’t think as well as you two. She gets upset if you’re mean.”
	“We knooooow.”
Teddy held his paw down and spread his fingers, and the pair each gripped one, to be slowly led across the room to the bathroom nook. There was no toilet there, of course; just a small tiled area and a nice big bath, where piles of inviting pink bubbles waited for them.
Teddy set Jenny down on the floor and turned to the pair. “Arms up.”
“Whee!” Four paws flew up into the air. Teddy gripped their dresses and whisked them up and off.
“Good girls! Butts on floor!”
Both landed their rears onto the floor with a floofy boof noise.
“Feeties up!”
Four bare paws rose into the air and wiggled. Teddy knelt down between them and, one paw on each, deftly flicked the tapes of their diapers and folded open the fronts. He leaned over each for inspection of the soggy padding. Jenny cooed happily and slowly flopped onto her side on the floor.
“Up!”
The girls sprang up onto all fours, their naked butts wiggling, then hopped onto their feet. Teddy stood and, with his paws hooking under their arms, easily lifted each girl up and into the waiting fantasia of bubbles and hot, milky water. They giggled happily and sunk down into the bubbles.
There was no such dance for Jenny. She couldn’t understand the instructions. She stared blankly, and only responded with wet, bubbling, drooly coos and blubbing noises. Teddy took extra care to peel the dress off of her aimless wiggling arms, and got wipes ready to clean up her fur underneath her poopy diaper. Then she too was lowered into the welcoming heat of the bath, settling her butt into the plastic safety seat submerged in the water between her sisters.
“Bluuuuuurb!” she cried, waggling her paws, face split by a cheery smile.
“That’s right, bath!” said Teddy. Mandy clapped. Suzy splashed her paws in the bubbles.
“Rubbadubdub!” sang Mandy, scooping up bubbles and massaging them into the fur on Jenny’s tummy. Suzy followed the lead and did the same with Jenny’s arms. Jenny kicked her legs in the water and burbled. Teddy knelt beside the bath and kept careful watch over them all.
Up went Mandy’s paws to Jenny’s head, moulding big mounds of bubbles into a floofy hairdo. Suzy put her paws over her mouth and giggled, then fell back into the water in uncontrollable laughter when a blob of bubbles fell down onto Jenny’s nose and she went cross-eyed to look at them. Teddy reached over and cleared them before they got in her eyes. Peace reigned for a moment, giggle free, while the girls got their breath back…
...until the bubbles erupted up from Jenny’s gassy butt!
“Peeyoo!”
“Jeeeeenny!”
“Bluuuugggeeeehehehe!”
“Settle down, girls. Now, let’s get you clean…”

Many metres above, in a darkened office, a cat in a suit leaned back in his chair.
“I don’t understand this. It was meant to transfer. The other two were meant to recover. You asked for more time to wait and see, and you got it. It’s been three years now, and still I don’t have any of my staff back. What happened?”
“We’re…not sure,” said the distinctly nervous researcher stood before him. “Things haven’t happened like our testing suggested.”
“No kidding! Any ideas why Jenny…sorry, Jennifer…has ended up even more regressed than the first time, and more than the other two?”
“Some kind of multiplying effect of there being two affecting her, we think. We didn’t foresee it.”
“Bleah. Okay, so, what now?”
“We’re…not sure. Keep them as they are while we figure things out?”
“Alright,” said the cat, waving the other away. “But…”
“Hmm?”
“Well, there’s no rush. At some point you’ve got to cut your losses, you know? And Sweet tells me that robot can run indefinitely. And it’s not costing much to keep them contained down there. So…don’t spend too many resources on the issue. No use throwing good money after bad.”
“But, what about the girls…the women, sir?”
The cat glanced at the monitor, where three grown women sat in a bath, happily splashing bubbles.
“They don’t seem to be suffering, do they?”
“I guess not, sir.”
“Off you go then. Have a good evening!”

The cat drummed his fingers against his desk, thoughtful, while the girls added their giggling and splashing sounds to the quietness of the empty office. The cogs turned in his mind, as they always did. And, as it always did, sooner or later, a conclusion rose up with banknotes attached. He tapped his intercom.
“We have a market for adult babies, don’t we?”
“Yes sir,” came the tinny voice. Of course they did. The cat well knew it.
“We’ve still got that empty ward over at the east end, level 16, correct?”
“Yes sir.”
The cat drummed his fingers. “Get an idea down to the research and development department. See what they can do with the suggestion of creating an in-house nursery complex for multiple X-409 patients.”
“Sir?”
“There are bound to be more willing volunteers out there.”
A pause. Then a quiet chuckle on the line. “Ah, I see sir! I’ll get that to them right away.”
The cat leaned back in his chair and smiled to himself. There was always a product, if you looked hard enough.