Chapter 1

“Wuv poopies!” Emmy giggled, slobbering all down her chin. The dragoness was wearing just a thick, crinkly diaper around her waist, stained brown and lumpy in the back with her load

“Oh, looks like you made another stinky.” Sarah, a lioness, remarked

“Shut up.” Annie, another dragoness, muttered next to Sarah

“Oh it’s so big and mushy, you like your stinky bottom so much don’t you, you little dumb tard?”

“I said shut up.” Annie growled in annoyance

If she had known how much trouble the cloning experiment would cause her, she never would have agreed to it. Emmy was her clone. Her failed clone rather. Annie was the smartest person in the lab where they worked whereas Emmy was… well her well used diaper said it all.

“Oh come on, I’m just joking.” Sarah laughed. She walked over to Emmy and pulled back the waistband of her diaper “Phew! You don’t poop this much do you?”

In reality, Annie did. Dragonesses were noble animals and everything but they also could poop as much as a cow. Annie had learned that she needed to give toilets one or two courtesy flushes or else she would clog them. Thanks to Emmy, now everyone who worked with her knew just how much dragonesses pooped too.

“Let’s just change her.” Annie said. She walked over to pick up a fresh diaper for Emmy. Emmy’s diapers were thick, as in thick, medical grade, three tapes on each side diapers. They weren’t made for subtlety or even walking. They were meant so the wearer could deposit the maximum amount of poop.

“Upside daisy!” Sarah giggled, breaking the tapes on Emmy’s diaper. Below her Emmy gurgled, spitting all over her free breasts.

“No! No change!” Emmy said, moving from side to side in an attempt to keep her heavily used diaper on

“Shut up you tard.” Annie said. She rather roughly pulled back Emmy’s diaper and wiped her poopy bottom down. Then, sliding the clean diaper under Emmy, she taped it shut around her waist.

“Tanks sis! Hee hee!” Emmy drooled

Annie turned red with irritation. Emmy had taken to calling her ‘sis’ as in sister because they shared the same face. As though it wasn’t bad enough already that Annie had to see a mirror of herself shitting diapers and getting her butt wiped all the time!

“Aww, that’s cute!” Sarah said. She, like everyone else, enjoyed poking fun at Annie for her predicament.

“Okay, okay.” Annie stood up to leave and noticed Emmy squatting and straining “Oh come on…”

“P-poopies!” Emmy grunted. Her diaper pushed out, the first turd entering it. The plastic crinkled and stained brown, her diaper pulling down as Emmy made a mess in her pants. A familiar smell assaulted Annie’s nose.

Emmy turned to Annie, proud of what she had done “I made a pwesant for you sis! Poopy in my diapey!”

That night Annie flopped on her bed, utterly exhausted. It had only been about a week since the failed cloning experiment and already she was so sick and tired of that dumb clone who shared her face. Casually she slipped her fingers under her panties and rubbed. She sighed. At least she could still do this every night. Slowly she massaged, building up to a climax.

Annie moaned with pleasure. Maybe it wasn’t all bad. She clicked off her light and closed her eyes. She didn’t notice her bladder letting loose in her sheets.

A few more days passed by. It was largely uneventful, except for the fact that Emmy discovered that the contents of her diapers was not only squishy but tasty too. That had been plain humiliating for Annie, coming in and seeing herself with poop stains all over her fur, licking her brown fingers

At around the two week mark though, while she was masturbating, an image popped into Annie’s mind. It was Emmy, sitting in her diaper. Annie watched as Emmy pushed herself into her usual squatting position and grunted. Annie felt something warm and mushy push up against her butt.

“Hmm?” She asked, looking down. She was wearing just a diaper! Then, looking up, she realized that she wasn’t looking at Emmy, she was looking in a mirror!

“N-No! I notta tard!” Annie said, spitting all over herself as she did so. She stumbled and fell on her butt, continuing to mess herself as she did so. Her diaper turned dark brown, the telltale sign that she had pooped herself.

As Annie struggled, she just kept pooping. Her diaper got tighter and tighter as it filled up with her poop until it couldn’t hold any more and it began pushing out the leg holes and dropped on the floor.

“No! Gotta clean up!” Annie said and before she knew what she was doing she had grabbed the poop on the floor and pushed it into her mouth and swallowed to hide the evidence. It happened again and Annie repeated the process, over and over eating her poop as her diaper filled up and she drooled on herself.

Annie snapped back to reality in a cold sweat. Her fingers were in her panties. They were wet. At first Annie thought it was from her masturbating, but there was too much liquid.

“I peed myself!?!” She asked in panic. Her panties mushed as she moved “Oh no… please no…”

But she had, there was no denying it. She had peed and pooped herself. It wasn’t much, not near what Emmy did in her diapers, but it was still very worrysome. There weren’t any long term effects of the failed cloning process, were there? She’d need to research that the next day

“Mark?” Annie asked, walking into the lab the next day. Mark had been in charge of the failed cloning experiment.

“Yeah? Look I’m sorry about what happened, I already told you-”

“It’s not that. I’m thinking about myself. Is there any way that the experiment could have, well, backfired?”

The dog scratched his head “I don’t think so, any damage should have been only on Emmy. And, well there’s a lot of damage there.”

“I know. But, can I see the notes again anyway?”

Mark handed her a clipboard. Annie flipped through. She noticed quite a few math mistakes. This stupid dog was in charge of the experiment? No wonder it had failed!

She did a quick calculation in her head and nodded. It made sense now, when she masturbated she was overloading her brain, which was causing it to decay. Damn, she had already probably lost a good 20 or so IQ points! She would have loved to smash Mark’s face in right then and there but she wasn’t about to let him know she had a problem.

“Thanks.” She said, handing him back the clipboard and walking away

Annie was required to spend about an hour or two a day with Emmy. Despite Annie trying to make it very clear that she didn’t like her, Emmy obviously liked her the best. She loved seeing her 'sis’ and would let out one of her stupid retard 'hurrr!’ screams every time she saw her

“Poopy sis! I made a poopy!” Emmy said when Annie entered the room, proudly displaying her well used diaper

“Yeah, yeah.” Annie said, standing as far as she could away from the retard. Emmy waddled over, her stinky sack squelching in between her legs with each step

“Sis made poopy too!” Emmy said

“No I didn’t.” Annie muttered

“Uh-huh! You went cum-cum and then you went poopy!” Emmy giggled. She spit drool all over Annie’s stunned face

“Wait, how do you know about that?”

“Sis needs to make another cum-cum!” Emmy said and before Annie knew what was happening, Emmy had stuck her drool-soaked fingers into Annie’s panties

“N-no! Stop!” Annie sputtered. She felt a surge of pleasure and moaned, too relaxed to really fight back. Vaguely she realized that since Emmy shared her body, Emmy would know exactly how to turn her on

“Time for poops!” Emmy said, holding up a fresh diaper. She pulled down Annie’s pants, continuing to pleasure her all the while and taped the thick, crinkly thing between her legs, three tapes on each side.

“I feel… poopy…” Annie said, lying back on the ground. Emmy sat on top of her, straddling her with her poopy diaper rubbing around Annie’s crotch.

“Sis likes poopies!” Emmy giggled. Drool dripped onto Annie’s face “Sis likes poopies becawse sis is a big dumb-dumb poopy tard!”

Annie pushed. It was just as warm and mushy as she had imagined. Hot, fresh, stinky poop filling her diaper and pee spreading warmth across her crotch. She smiled dumbly, drool running down her chin, and came in her diaper.

“I made poopy.” Annie giggled “I tardy stupid.”

“Mmm, sis makes best poopies!” Emmy said, nuzzling into Annie’s brown, crinkly, warm, diaper butt

Annie came to with her cheek resting on the floor, a puddle of drool around her head. She was staring at Emmy, who had a brown lump in her paws and was licking at it happily.

“Sis’s poopies taste so good!” Emmy giggled. Annie’s heart stopped as she felt her bottom. Squishy. She was lying there in a massively full diaper.

In a panic, Annie jumped up and looked at the clock. She still had ten minutes before someone else took over for her. But she had drool all over herself! And her diaper, ugh, she’d pooped as much as Emmy usually did! She hurried over to the changing supplies to get herself cleaned up.

“Remembaw to finish making poopies sis!” Emmy called. Annie automatically bent her knees and obeyed, pushing yet more poop into her diaper. Then, taking her diaper off as best she could, she dropped it in the diaper pail and wiped herself down.

“I-I need to get out of here.” Annie gasped, pulling her uniform on, still trying to comprehend the situation

“Poopy on floor sis!” Emmy said, pointing to next to the changing station where some of Annie’s poop had fallen out of her diaper while she was taking it off. Annie took it and put it in her mouth. Her eyes widened. Poop tasted good! This was like a chocolate fudge treat!

“I gots more poopy for you in my diapey!” Emmy offered. Eagerly Annie went over to get her present. That was when the door opened and Sarah walked in.

“Shift’s over.” She said to Annie who hurried to collect her composure

“Yeah, heh, thank goodness.” Annie said, forcing a smile

Annie bought diapers on her way home. She didn’t know why, she just needed them. Using the potty seemed, well honestly kind of hard. She had checked out her math, she could still do that just fine, but using the potty? You needed to lift up the seat AND pull your pants down AND clean up afterward. How was anyone supposed to figure out how to do that?

“I’m just wearing diapers for convenience.” Annie said to herself, crinkling while she walked. The diaper pushed her legs apart slightly, forcing her to waddle. She flopped down in bed. She automatically began to slip her fingers into her diaper but stopped.

“I can’t cum.” She told herself “Cumming decays my brain. I can’t do that.”

She thought about it for a moment “But my sister told me I was a big stupid tard, so how can it be that bad?”

She pushed her fingers into her diaper and rubbed. It didn’t take much, Annie was just getting hornier and hornier with each passing day. Where she used to just be able to make one cum a day, now she could make three or four and still barely be satisfied.

Annie found herself standing in the middle of a party. Heavily diapered adult furs like herself ran around. They were all female, Annie noticed, while at the edges of the room there were the males. Annie recognized some of them. Sarah was playing happily in just a thick diaper while Mark was standing in a corner, watching smugly.

Annie suddenly realized something. She had forgotten to bring presents for the party! It was way too late now though, what could she make? Her eyes widened as she had an idea. She could make poopy presents in her diapey! Everyone she knew loved poopies! She squatted and pushed hard. Hot steamy mush filled the seat of her diaper. Annie grinned. She was such a smart girl!

Annie came to while she was squatting on her bed. She glanced at her diaper between her legs. It was brown and sagging between her legs.

“Oopsie.” She giggled. Just then Annie’s stomach rumbled. She looked at the time and groaned. She had forgotten to make herself dinner! But she came up with an easy solution. She could have poopy for dinner!

Toddling to the kitchen, Annie got out her fine china. This was a special meal after all! Then, taking a serving spoon, Annie pulled back her diaper and spooned some of the contents into a bowl. She grinned. Yum! She walked to the table and put the bowl down and stuck her entire face in. She was such a smart girl!

Annie was licking the bowl clean when she had another bowel movement in her diaper. She smiled happily. Her diapey was getting kind of full, but she really didn’t want to change herself. She loved her poopy butt! Her diaper could stay just like it was.

Annie fell asleep that night with her very squishy diaper wrapped around her waist. She giggled and drooled in her sleep.

Annie threw the diaper away in disgust the next morning but it had become clear to her that she was going to be fighting a battle. Diapers were no longer an option for her, she knew that her retard self could come out at any time, and retard Annie wasn’t potty trained. She had to wear some of the most ridiculous poofy dresses to work to hide the massive crinkling thing around her waist.

Emmy of course wasn’t fooled “Good sis, you’s weawing diapeys now!” She drooled happily when Annie entered that day.

“I’m not falling for this again.” Annie said, steeling herself for Emmy’s approach. Emmy toddled over and Annie pushed her back.

“No.” Annie said sternly. Emmy just giggled and when Annie tried pushing her again, Emmy grabbed and began wrestling with her

Annie quickly realized that because they had the same body, Emmy was just as strong as she was. Annie put up a good fight but it was only a matter of time before Emmy found a weak point and knocked her onto her back. Before Annie could get up, Emmy had sat her butt on Annie’s face.

“I’s gonna make pwesents for you!” Emmy giggled. Annie knew what that meant. Emmy had a clean diaper on now, but now for long.

Emmy blasted Annie in the face with her first smelly fart “I wuv you sis, I gonna do lots and lots of poopies for you!” She said, slipping her fingers into Annie’s diaper

“No! Notta tard! I no wanna be poopy!” Annie said, struggling as best she could. Emmy’s diaper ballooned and covered her face. Annie winced. The poopy had smelled really bad at first, but now she was starting to like it!

“Silly dwagoness, you’s a big, smelly tard!” Emmy laughed, farting and pooping in her sister’s face and derping her down to a little drooling stupid. She rubbed Annie some more. Still Annie resisted.

“No, no poopies!” Annie said. Emmy rolled her eyes and reached into her own diaper and scooped out some poop. She took a taste herself before shoving it into Annie’s maw.

“There you poopy!” Emmy giggled. Annie choaked and sputtered but she was forced to taste the poop. It was like warm, moist chocolate cake. When she looked at Emmy again her eyes were glazed and unfocused. She was grinning dumbly.

“Poopy! Poopy! Wuv poopy! Huuurrr!” She said, snuggling into Emmy’s diaper. She was a big, stupid tard and she loved poopy! She loved poopy so, so much!

Emmy got off of her and gave Annie a chance to sit on her face and make a poopy. She was thrilled to find that Annie made the biggest, smelliest, messiest poop of her life. She stuck her maw into Annie’s warm, crinkly plastic while Annie lay forwards and did the same to her.

Annie toddled out of that session with Emmy dazed and confused. She was smiling like an idiot though, she had never had so much fun in her life! It only took her about five minutes to mess the clean diaper she had put on herself.

“Great.” She muttered, secretly enjoying it, while she walked to the bathroom to give herself a change. They were single person restrooms. Mark was hanging against the wall nearby.

“Hey.” Annie muttered

“Hey. So, what’s with the outfit?” Mark asked “You going to a victorian england convention after work?”

“I just thought it looked nice.” Annie snapped, though even she had to admit she looked rather odd in the long, puffy skirt. It was the only thing she had that could hide her massive diaper though.

“Or, you might be trying to hide a diaper.” Mark said

Annie’s heart stopped “Don’t be silly.” She said

“I can smell you know. I think a little tardy girl belongs with her sister making big poopies in her diaper…”

“You’re joking.”

“You also have poop on your cheek.” Mark smirked “Appropriate for a stupid like you.”

“It’s your fault I’m like this!” Annie said “You messed up the calculations!”

Mark responded by taking one step forwards and yanking the dress over Annie’s head. Annie squeaked and covered herself as best she could, but she knew the onlookers could see her diaper with a big brown stain on the seat.

“My, my, looks like a stupid needs her diaper changed.” Mark said

“Nodda stupid…” Annie said, feeling herself revert as she said it. She hated it, but she also loved it, being out of her stupid clothes and toddling around in just her diaper.

“Let’s go now.”

Annie found herself being marched down the hall in just her diaper. Mark wasn’t shy about correcting the people around that it wasn’t actually Emmy that he was leading, it was Annie. All the while Annie whimpered and tried to correct people.

“No, pwease, I nodda stupid. It was jus an accidewnt! I no tardy. I… I need to poopy…”

The last comment came as her stomach grumbled. Annie automatically put her fingers into her diaper. It didn’t matter that everyone was watching, she was not about to miss a chance to masturbate while she pooped.

“Eww, is she?”

“That’s Annie?”

“She’s such a shameless retard!”

Annie could barely understand the words the people around her were using. She stopped and slowly lowered herself into a squatting position, her fingers still in her diaper. She pushed.

Pooping was easy for her now. More warm, mush filled the seat of her diaper as it crinkled and turned brown. People around her fanned the air and took a few steps back out of range of her stink cloud. Mark smiled down and let her do her buisness in her diaper and finger herself while she was at it. She came, feeling yet more of her precious brain go bye-bye forever.

When she was done, Annie stood up, her messy diaper drooping behind her, and let Mark lead her back to where Emmy was, her eyes vacant, drool dripping onto her bouncing, naked breasts.

Annie’s diaper squished and squelched between her legs as Mark led her back to the room where Emmy was. She felt drool run down her chin, her cheeks bright red with shame and embarassment. She didn’t want to be a retard! But even as she thought it her bowels contracted, releasing another smelly load into the seat of her diaper.

“Phew, Miss Tardy went poopy again didn’t she?” Mark smirked

“Nodda tard!” Annie said, trying her absolute hardest to maintain her dignity. How had she been reduced to this? Dragons were noble animals, smart and strong and everything! They weren’t supposed to be diaper filling stupids!

“Sure you aren’t.” Mark rolled his eyes and pushed her into the room with Emmy. Emmy grinned from ear to ear, thrilled to see her sister again so soon.

“Sis go poopy!” Emmy commented happily. She squatted and raised her tail “I’s gonna go poopy too!”

She closed her eyes and grunted and strained. There was a muffled fart and Emmy’s diaper dropped. She grinned in relief, her padding turning brown and yellow, despite being such a thick medical diaper.

“Stop! Dis nod wight!” Annie said again to Mark. Mark smiled mischeviously.

“Oh it’s very right. Right according to my real calculations.” He said “You didn’t think I really made all those mistakes did you?”

Annie froze. What was he talking about? The cloning experiment had gone wrong but it was an accident, right? She didn’t have time to ask before Mark unzipped his fly.

“I know how to test if you’re a tardy stupid or not.” He said, letting his cock flop out “Retards like sucking cocks and cum. If you’re a retard, you’re going to crawl over in that poopy diapey of yours right now and give me a good suck-suck.”

“I… I no… um…” Annie tried to remain defiant but the sight of Mark’s dick was making her feel so horny. She slipped her fingers into her diaper.

“That’s right you dumb-dumb. Now come over here.”

Annie slobbered in anticipation and waddled over, her full diaper still swinging between her legs. She got down on her knees and closed her lips around Mark’s shaft.

“There’s a good girl.” Mark praised, petting her on the head. Annie grunted, his cock still in her mouth, and her diaper pushed out a little more “Oh making poopies while you’re giving me a suck-suck? Such a naughty girl.”

“Mmph…” Annie said, feeling Mark’s penis become hard and erect in her mouth. She pulled her lips back and began to lick all around. She didn’t know why but the prospect of a salty, milky treat in her mouth was just too enticing to resist. She had to have it! It was even more appealing than poopy to her, and that was saying something!

“Oh!” Mark gasped as Annie really got going “Who knew a smarty like you made such a good cock sucking retard? Yes! Oh good girl, keep doing that! I’m going to give you a nice tasty treat for your good work here!”

Mark was almost embarassed himself by how quickly Annie got him to cum but she definitely knew what she was doing. He squirted white cum all over her maw and face, forcing her to lick it off herself. He snickered at the sight of her sitting back in her poopy diaper, playfully trying to get every last drop. Maybe some furs would say that it was cruel to turn perfectly smart girls into retards but seeing her like this… she was happy. Much happier than she had ever been. Mark petted her head and Annie giggled happily.

“What’s going on in here?”

Mark turned to see Sarah standing at the doorway. Inwardly he kicked himself for not locking it.

“We’re just having a little fun.” He said “No need to make a big deal out of it.”

“You… You…” Sarah trailed off. She shook her head “I’m telling Director Simmons.”

Mark felt a sigh of relief but he didn’t let himself show it “No please don’t do that.”

“You can try to explain yourself if you like.” Sarah said, turning and marching off. Mark grinned and looked at Annie and Emmy.

“Do you two stupids want another sister?”

“Yay! Poopy sis!” Emmy giggled. Annie smiled and farted in her diaper.

“That’s what I thought.”

Sarah walked quickly towards the director’s office, not believing what she had just seen. She was going to tell and destroy Mark, that bastard. She stopped at the directors office and pounded on the door. There was no response.

“Director Simmons?” Sarah called. Still no response. She put her ear to the door. She could hear faint gurgling coming from inside.

“I’m coming in!” She called, turning the handle and peeking her head in.

Director Simmons was a vixen and fairly young too. She was sitting at her desk, facing Sarah. She was staring intently at her computer.

“Director I know you’re very busy but I have something to tell you.” Sarah said, walking in and shutting the door behind her

“Mmm…” Director Simmons said, not taking her eyes off the screen. Sarah took a step forward and gasped for breath.

“What’s that smell?” She asked, fanning the air in a vain attempt to get rid of it. It was like Emmy’s diaper pail, except a thousand times worse!

“Poopy.” Director Simmons grinned. Sarah saw foamy spit around her mouth.

“Um, Director Simmons?”

Sarah walked forwards. Director Simmons made no acknowledgement of her. Sarah walked around the desk and clapped a hand over her mouth. The director wasn’t sitting on a chair, she was sitting in a diaper! But it was massive, and full to the brim with poop. So full that the waistband was stretched out back and the poop was overflowing out the back and onto the carpet. Poop was pushing out the leg holes, all down Director Simmons’s thighs. It was full enough that Director Simmons could sit in it and still be at about chair height though.

Director Simmons finally turned to Sarah. Up close Sarah could really see her face, just how glazed over her eyes were and just how much drool there was all over her outfit. She still had a nice shirt on her upper half, despite having just her huge diaper on her lower half. It occured to Sarah that it had been set up that so long as someone just peeked in on Director Simmons, it would be hard to tell something was up.

“No change! I poopy queen!” Director Simmons slobbered

“I…” Sarah stuttered. She looked at Director Simmons’s computer. A swirling hypnotic spiral spun around and around “Director Simmons you can’t wear diapers!”

“No! I poopy tard queen! No change!” Director Simmons bounced in her diaper

“Now, now, she’s been working on that diaper for almost two weeks.” A voice said “You wouldn’t take that away from her now would you?”

Sarah whipped around to see Mark standing at the doorway. The dog was holding a medical diaper in his paw.

“You did this!?! You did all of this!?! Annie too!?!” Sarah demanded

Mark shrugged “Well, me and a couple others. I mean, Simmons was always full of shit anyways, always bossing everyone around like she knew how to do their job better than they did. Not a lot of girls around here that aren’t complete bitches, that wouldn’t benefit from losing some IQ and crapping a lot of diapers.”

“You won’t get away with this!” Sarah growled “I’m going to call the cops on you right now!”

“Oh? And tell me Sarah…” Mark took three steps and crossed the room “Who’s going to believe a little retarded lioness who can’t go five minutes without soiling her diapers?”

There was a split second pause and then Mark and Sarah were wrestling. Sarah fought well, but Mark was just stronger. With one hard push he shoved her head down, straight into Director Simmons’s diaper.

“Mmm! Mmm!” Sarah said, flailing her arms as Mark held her head down. It only took a couple breaths of the putrid stink before she went limp.

“There we go.” Mark sighed, pulling her pants and then her panties down “Oh nice butt you’ve got here, perfect for making poopies in your diapeys.”

He taped the medical diaper on her. Just in time too, he hadn’t even finished putting the tapes on before Sarah soaked her pants.

“Feel that? Nice and warm isn’t it?” Mark said, squishing her crotch “That’s called pee-pee. Can you say pee-pee you stupid tard?”

Sarah slowly pulled her head out of Director Simmons’s diaper. The lioness had poop coating her cheeks and whiskers. Her eyes were vacant and she had drool running down her chin.

“P-pee-pee?” She tried

“Very good!” Mark praised. He noticed Sarah’s tail flagging “Oh, and what you’re doing now is called poopy.”

“Poopy?” Sarah asked, unaware of her body squatting. Hot, stinky mess filled her diaper, mushing against her fur. Her eyes widened in surprise and she twisted her body to look behind her, confused at what was happening “Poopy?”

“Yes, poopy.” Mark said “And you’re making lots and lots in your diaper.”

“Poopy in my diapey?” Sarah repeated. She grunted and pushed another large, stinky load into her crinkly undergarments. She let herself sit on the floor and gasped. The poopy felt really good to mush! She looked being a poopy diapey butt! She looked up at Mark and grinned happily.

“Aww, such a cute drooly, happy derp.” Mark smiled “Isn’t this so much better than being a stuck-up adult?”

He turned to Director Simmons and surveyed the damage in her diaper “Well… I think it’s safe to say that you’ve tested that diaper as much as you can, director.”

“No! No change!” Director Simmons repeated

“Please, a poopy tard like you will be in a droopy diaper two minutes after I change you.” He said. He opened a drawer of her desk which was stuffed full of medical diapers “Upsie daisy director!”

Director Simmons’s diaper change took ten minutes and entire box of wipes but Mark managed to do it in the end. He wiped sweat off his brow.

“You know, you might think it’s bad to turn women into derps.” He said to Sarah while she slobbered on her paw “But believe me, changing your diapers more than makes up for it in karma points.”

He patted Director Simmons on the head “I’ll be back for you later. For now, we need to take care of you.” He said, taking Sarah by the arm.

He walked Sarah down the hall, her taking big, toddling steps. He knew it was all attracting a little more attention than he would have liked, what with him parading two derps around in the same day, but it was less than two hours before it didn’t matter anymore. He took Sarah to James, a wolf and another one of his coworkers.

“Hey James?” He asked

“Hmm? Wait, Sarah!?!” James’s eyes popped at seeing the once bossy lioness in a heavily soiled diaper and drooling all over herself

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