Todd slouched through his science class, eyes glazed as the stared into space. Normally the intelligent tiger would be paying rapt attention, furiously taking down notes in shorthand to transcribe later, but he couldn’t concentrate. Something was on his mind. It had been almost two weeks since the incident with Nick. He willed himself to forget it, but it stuck around like a bad smell.
He just couldn’t believe it happened. Getting a little messy was always a risk when working with the mentally disabled, especially one as low functioning as the diaper-wearing cat, and Todd knew that going in to tutor Nick. What had happened stretched far beyond that, however. The messy cat somehow overwhelmed the tiger and forced his diaper on Todd’s head, filling it with abandon. Something about it, something to do with the smell just… turned off Todd’s mind and reverted him back to a primal, mindless state. 
What happened after was hazy, but Todd remembered enough to be scandalized. He had played with Nick’s gooey shit, covered his upper body in the cat’s diaper slime, and had even swallowed Nick’s drool, gargling it before consuming the thick saliva. The time he spent worshipping the boy’s massive, ruined diaper disgusted him. All those events alone would have been enough to scar the tiger for life, but he had done something even worse with the cat. In the throes of arousal, the retard and the tiger had gotten to sucking each other’s maws, and the retard ended up sucking mouthfuls after mouthfuls of goopy snot out of the tiger’s nose. The two shared it like it was the most delicious thing ever, each consuming far too much and ruining the tiger’s smile for a few days. He refused to show his teeth for a week after that due to the snot still stuck in it. 
It all stuck with him. His duty to the cat was done, and the incident had came and went. There was no reason he would ever have to deal with the cat again, he never needed to be around Nick alone, so why couldn’t he just forget what happened? He should be paying attention to his classes, studying, something, anything other than replaying the events of the day in his head over and over again. Yet he couldn’t stop. It was like film on loop, and sometimes he would daydream about it for hours without even noticing. The tiger hated that it had happened, that the retard and his smell had overpowered him like that, but he hated even more that every time he thought about it he got hard.
Time heals all wounds, though. He had to believe that. 
Todd shook his head, adjusted his crotch, and tried for the third time to pay attention to the teacher. It was his favorite topic, and yet he couldn’t manage to catch more than three words in a row. Pluto is a… The Solar System… politics in Hamburg… space sandwiches… it all strung together into topicless nothing in his mind. His eyes glanced at the clock again and again, willing it to go faster. The day was almost over, and as soon as that final bell rang he would be free to go home and distract himself. 
It wasn’t meant to be.
The class smelled it before they heard it. A familiar earthy stench followed by stupid, inane giggles and groanings. They collectively rolled their eyes, sinking further into their seats. Every one of them knew what Nick sounded like. The cat seemed to make as much noise as possible while being brought down the hall, perhaps with the intent of drawing attention to himself. No one knew, really, but the noise usually went away rather quickly. His attendants had become very adept to handling the hefty kitten and could get him from one end of the school to the other in mere minutes. 
When the sounds didn’t stop, the class became disturbed. Students shifted in their seats, and the teacher closed his eyes and steeled himself. He knew something that the others didn’t, but they’d find out soon enough. Just as the racket was becoming too much to bear and one of the students was about to raise his hand to complain, the door swung open. 
In stepped a broad shouldered jackal whose startling green eyes bore a sharp contrast to his black fur. He was tugging along something behind him - as he stepped in, it was found to be someone. Nick meekly held the black jackal’s hand, smiling shyly at his classmates. He seemed different. His smile wasn’t all gums and his head didn’t hang at a crooked angle like it was broken, and he seemed to have the barest amount of self awareness that he had lacked before. If not a whole new person, it definitely seemed like he was changed in some major way.
The jackal let the class gawk for a long while, unable to keep himself from grinning. His teeth were white and straight. Nothing happened until the teacher cleared his throat, seemingly having expected the jackal’s intrusion. “W-Well?” He said, crossing his arms. “Care to explain why you had to interrupt these children's’ learning?” The teacher’s lowered his brows.
Clearing his throat, the intruder stepped into the front of the classroom, tugging the cat along with him. They stood side by side, the jackal’s chin up and the cat looking down at his feet, shoulders bowed. “Of course, of course, forgive me. Class, I am Dr. Castegard, the new head of this school’s special education program. Upon my appointment a few days ago, I began to review the case files for every participant in the program, and stumbled across this fine young man here. You know him as Nick! Nick, can you say hi?” 
Lynch nudged the cat gently and he looked up, startled. “...h-hi.” He said quietly yet clearly. The class gasped. No one had ever heard Nick talk before. The program head seemed to take pleasure in the class’ stunned confusion.
“I see you all are already surprised at the progress this young fellow has made. It’s well deserved; congratulate Nick when you have the time. Over the last few weeks, Nick has made huge improvements regarding his mental capacity, and we have deemed him recovered enough to leave the special education program and join his peers in the regular track!” A quiet applause. “During our research, we tracked his improvement to one source; the mentoring of Todd over here has done wonders for Nick. Because of this, we decided it best if we keep Nick in the same classes as Todd, as to further promote his recovery. Nick, go join Todd at his table. Todd, you should be very proud, young man!” The jackal’s smile seemed almost insincere as he watched Nick pad over to Todd, taking his place next to the red-faced tiger. The applause died down, and Lynch smiled, walking towards the door. “Class, as you were. Congratulations again to Nick and Todd! Have a wonderful day.” 
He walked out of the door, leaving the class quiet a moment. The teacher stared after him, head tilted to the side, then sighed and set his shoulders back. “Come on. Back to class. We’ll go ahead and go straight into the lab. Now…”
Everyone went to their lab stations, including Todd and his new partner Nick. He looked longingly at the rhino he had been partnered with - despite his brawn, he had actually been one of the smarter guys in class. Now he was stuck with the retard. Or, former retard? The tiger looked at the cat hopefully. Nick was sucking on his thumb, copious amounts of drool dribbling off his chin.  Maybe former. Not likely.
“Alright, come on Nick. Can you get out the microscope?” Todd figured that he could make Nick do the easy stuff, and he would just have to do all the calculations and measurements on his own. Nick looked at Todd with his head tilted and Todd sighed. He grabbed it himself, setting on the table before getting the rest of the supplies as his teacher listed what they would need. It would be too much to hope that Nick would actually be of any use.
“Nick want help!” The cat said in a singsong voice, grabbing at the microscope. Todd tried to bat his paw away. Nick caught it and pulled the tiger closer, giggling and groping Todd’s ass. “Nick want poopy.” He said in what he must have thought was a sultry voice. Todd gagged and pushed the retard away.
The two continued like that for quite a while. Todd would struggle to listen to his teacher and do the work of two people at the same time, often messing stuff up or forgetting steps, causing the whole class to slow down as the teacher explained the same thing again and again. At the beginning Nick would just stand there, but as time went on he became bolder and bolder. What started with ass gropes became crotch grabs, slobbery kisses, and a few times Nick tried to shove Todd’s head against his massive diaper. 
God, that diaper. Even worse than the current situation, Todd’s time with Nick was bringing back memories of that day he had tried unsuccessfully to suppress. Not just what he did. The smell of it all. The feeling of the huge diaper pressed against his face. Enveloping his nose, filling with shit and piss, the acrid scent burning his nose, his mind, making him blank out, get hard, swallow drool and smear shit and suck snot and-
brrrraaaaaapppp
Todd froze, eyes wide, and so did the rest of his class. He hadn’t had any warning before the fart just exploded out of his ass, leaving his cheeks nice, warm and… slimy? Oh fuck, he sharted himself! The entire class stared and he felt himself getting red. Some were staring at the retarded cat next to him, but most were staring at the tiger. Had he really done that? Was that just Nick being Nick or did Todd really..?
“U-uh, goddamn Nick! I thought you were supposed to be smarter!” Todd yelled, covering his nose as if something reeked. “God, that’s bad. Fuck, I guess we have to change you. Swear to God this better not happen a lot, it could affect my grades.” The class started to snicker, but the tiger sighed in relief. They took the bait, and the laughter was more out of sympathy for Todd than disgust at him. 
Todd took the cat by the waistband and tugged him towards the door. “C’mon Nick, let’s get this over with.” As if understanding his plight, the cat started giggling to himself, sharting loudly as the front of his diaper sagged and turned a dark yellow. His heels dragged across the floor, as if he had forgotten how to walk. “Nicky go do poopy! Poopy Nicky!” He yelled as the pair left the classroom, making it out into the hall.
Once he was sure they were clear, Todd stopped tugging Nick along so roughly, and Nick began to walk normally. The tiger still kept his hand in the cat’s diaper to guide him, as Nick was very easily distracted. They passed the bathroom. No, they weren’t heading to that one. They were heading to the one in the basement, the one that almost nobody knew existed. If there was anywhere he was going to change Nick it was going to be there, and besides, he had to check out the damage to his own underwear. 
What happened in class confused him. Usually his bowels would warn him if he had gas, and he’d never ignored those warnings so long he actually sharted. The sensation of shit coating his cheeks as he walked down the hall made him want to gag, the slimy coating on each cheek meaning they rubbed each other with each step rather than clinging together like they should. Something like this happened every time he was with the retard. He knew it was definitely his fault the first time - the connection between the brain-numbing smell and his loss of faculties was obvious - but what triggered it this time? Nick had simply been standing beside him, innocent and relatively clean. There was no stink, no shit nor smell coming off the cat. He was making inappropriate advances, but that was nothing out of the normal. 
Maybe it was simply his presence?
If so, Todd knew he would have to get used to more incidences. He shuddered at the notion. 
Down three flights, through two halls and they finally arrived at the bathroom. Todd opened the heavy door and peered inside. It was dimly lit and stank vaguely of the sewers. It was spacious, with three stalls, three sinks, and plenty of open area in between for a diaper changing. Everything had a distinct impression of griminess, even the air, but that was fine for Todd. As long as it was spacious and out of the way, he could deal with Nick in peace. 
He led the cat into the middle of the room and inspected him. Changing him would be no problem. His massive diaper was mostly wet, swelling a dozen or so inches up in the front, but while Todd was sure there would be streaks from the cat’s sharts, there was no actual-
As if aware of what Todd was thinking, Nick giggled and sucked his thumb, sticking his ass out a few inches. Todd watched in despair as the cat pushed, face turning red as the air filled with the sound of quiet frrps and crackles. The smell hit him first, sharp, acrid and earthy scents assaulting his delicate nose once again. Only seconds after the back of Nick’s diaper began to droop, quickly turning brown as the cat filled it with a thick, sloppy log. The tiger figured it must have been several inches thick at least and more than two feet long to make the cat’s gigantic padding droop like that. 
Todd couldn’t tear his eyes away. Nick turned around to give his friend a better view of his fun, and began to shit himself in earnest. The distinct shape of the first coiled log was soon lost in a flood of sloppy scat, the rest of his ass soon turning as brown as the first spot. It swelled, pushing out a good three feet before sagging too, soon hanging down past the drooling cat’s knees and threatening to brush against the floor. Even with that massive load crackling into it, the diaper showed no signs of failing. It was made for more abuse than this, and not even a single log pushed out of Nick’s legcuffs as he soiled himself. 
Finally it was done. The bathroom was silent again, not even the echoes of Nick’s farts and grunts remaining. The two stood for a few moments, staring at each other. Nick searched Todd’s face for any reaction to his fun, hoping he made his friend happy like he did the last time. Todd was expressionless, initially, staring at the cat’s ruined padding. Only his nostrils flared, drinking in the scent as if they couldn’t get enough. Internally, the tiger was working out his astonishment and disbelief, pointedly ignoring the part of his body that liked what Nick had done and focusing on the part that was horrified that this was his life now. That this was what he was going to have to clean up, multiple times a day for the rest of his school career. Nick smiled broader, hoping that might spark a reaction, hopefully positive, from the frozen tiger.
It did.
“Nick!” Todd screamed. Nick flinched and whined, his smile shattered. What had he done wrong? “Nick, what the fuck? Why can’t you be normal! Why can’t you just use the toilet like most retards? Hell, even if you have to use a fucking diaper why do you shit and piss so goddamn much? Why the fuck am I the one stuck with it? Where’s your aids? Where’s the nurse? Why in the goddamn world am I expected to babysit your mindless fucking ass?”
Nick shrank away, holding in a wail. What did he do wrong? Todd liked it so much last time! Last time they cuddled and kissed and drooled and humped and everything was fine. Why was his friend yelling at him now? They were friends, weren’t they? His other friends in the other class didn’t yell at him, they helped him play with his shit. Couldn’t Todd be normal like the others?
        Nick blinked. Todd wasn’t normal like the others. Last time they played Todd didn’t like it immediately either. What made Todd like it? The slow cat frowned, trying hard to think in the midst of the tiger’s increasingly out of control ranting. The tiger was sad, but then Nick messed himself in the stairway, and then he was confused, and then Nick climbed on top of him and shoved his diaper in the tiger’s face, and then the tiger was kinda relaxed, and then they played. Wait. Nick shoved his diaper in Todd’s face?
Without a word Nick shoved Todd to the ground, shutting the tiger up for at least a moment. He stood over the smaller boy with a wide grin, drooling a bit as he straddled his body. Todd struggled to fend the cat off, but his flailing limbs only sunk into the surface of Nick’s soiled diaper and did nothing to help him. The retard lowered himself so his massive diaper pressed down on Todd’s chest. Todd heaved, struggling to throw the cat off him, struggling to wriggle out from underneath him, but it was too late. The yellow-brown mass of filth descended on his muzzle and stayed there. 
To his credit, Todd did resist valiantly at first. He howled into the brown fabric, immediately regretting the decision as disgusting ooze drooled into his maw, which was now stuck open. Ooze-covered plastic bulged in and pressed against the surface of his tongue, delivering that ooze and taste much more directly. The tiger gagged and heaved. His paws grasped for purchase on the floor, but his fingertips found nothing but grime. Panting now, his eyes looked wildly around the room, looking for something, anything to pry this disgusting retard off him, but he found nothing. There would be no escape for him.
Holding his breath didn’t work, either. He knew that it was the smell that got him last time, and if he didn’t smell it he wouldn’t get zonked out, right? While he could hold his breath for a while, eventually his lungs screamed in tortured protest and he had to give in.  Breathing through his mouth would have been the better option, but Nick’s diaper formed a vacuum seal and made it impossible. 
The first breath was pure torture. His nostrils burned and his mind screamed at the poison assaulting it, begging for Todd to make it stop. He held that breath as long as he could, hoping to slow the effect until help came, but after a while, it felt so… nice. The screaming in his brain quieted just a bit as the stench sunk in, and somehow it didn’t smell so bad. There was a nice, warm feeling between his legs. Todd knew he could hold it for much longer, but fighting his flaming lungs didn’t seem so important now. He exhaled, inhaled, and his eyes glazed over. The screaming dulled further. His eyes began to glaze over as he held his breath once more. 
Things began to derail. Why was he holding his breath? Right, the smell. Couldn’t smell. But why couldn’t he smell again? Right! It was bad for him, it dulled his brain, made him do things he didn’t want. But then again… each sniff made his brain stop screaming so loud, and it smelled pretty good… and it made his cock twitch. One more couldn’t hurt, could it? Just a huff, make his brain quiet  a little more and that would be it. No harm, no harm in it. Exhale, inhale.
Huff… better. That’s better. Underwear straining to keep in his cock, lungs protesting another round of holding it in. Brain quieter, smell better, eyes duller. Gotta hold it in. Don’t want to smell. Smells good though. Quiets the brain, though. That’s bad. Or good. His brain hurt so much. He didn’t want that. His lungs hurt too. He didn’t want that either. The smell is good. Drool pooled in his mouth, mixing with the diaper ooze to make a disgusting concoction which he swallowed happily. Eyes glazed. More glazed. Lungs burning. He could just do one more sniff, right? To take the edge off everything, just a sniff through, which would make his brain quieter, which would make his brain quieter, make his brain quieter.
hufffffff...
Nick looked down with a smile as his friend slowly stopped his wriggling and stupid noises. Even he recognized the dull, glazed look in Todd’s eyes, the empty yet happy way they stared straight towards the ceiling. The beefy cat’s smile widened. 
“Todd!” He squealed, bouncing a bit on the tiger’s face. Todd blinked and looked at Nick, but his eyes didn’t focus. His friend was back! It’s gonna be just like last time, or even better! This time he knew he had Todd for as long as he wanted. He’d never been to this bathroom before, which means probably no one came there. If there was one thing Nick was familiar with, it was with the school bathrooms (and which ones were the best for diaper changes). 
The cat finally lifted his sagging diaper off Todd’s face. Todd whined a bit, brows furrowing as he tried to lick at the disgusting surface of the diaper, and Nick lowered it just enough for Todd to be able to reach it. Wet schlucks filled the air as the tiger bathed the oozing plastic in front of him in saliva, and Nick was content to let it happen for now. If Todd was happy and wasn’t yelling at him it was good enough.  He quite liked the tiger like this, and didn’t want to mess it up like he did last time. Whatever he did wrong that time, he didn’t want to do it again. 
He might have kept it up a while longer if his legs hadn’t started to cramp. Nick whined as the searing pain travelled from his calves up his body. He wanted to hold it to make Todd happy but he couldn’t do it! He held out a few seconds longer before falling to the side with a wet squelch and a yelp. Todd sat up and blinked, whining at the loss of the diaper. Nick sat there with a whine, afraid Todd would be the angry Todd again, the one that didn’t like kissing and diapers and fun stuff. Todd looked at Nick queerly, head tilted, and Nick tilted his head back. Not angry Todd, but… what was he looking at? Nick followed the tiger’s gaze and looked down.
When he had fallen, the retard’s diaper had leaked, and several logs pushed out from the cuffs of his padding and lay on the floor and on his legs. They were nice ones too, perfect brown coils that promised a sweet taste and slimy texture. Did Todd want those? Was that it? Nick picked one up and offered it to Todd, who leaned forward and sniffed it with a groan but did nothing else.
Maybe his friend didn’t know what to do. Always the one to set an example, Nick took the log back and held it over his maw, tipping his head back and dropping it in. It landed with a wet smack, and the cat began to chew loudly, groaning at the taste the whole time. Little dribbles of shit-spit oozed down his lips and chin as the cat enjoyed the bittersweet taste of his own shit. Before swallowing, Nick opened his mouth wide to show Todd what he did.
Before he could even close his mouth Todd got the idea and sprung to action, slurping and sucking down the shit as it poured from Nick’s overflowing diaper. The tiger cringed at the taste but was too zonked out to actually gag, just powering through and chewing the semi firm logs until they were slop in his mouth. He gathered up a mouthful, losing copious amounts in the process, and sat up to show Nick his mouth just like the cat had shown him. Before he could swallow, however, Nick leaned forward and pulled Todd into a kiss.
The cat and tiger’s lips pressed together, and for awhile they remained frozen there. Neither of them remembered how to kiss very well, and so the confused, slightly drooly embrace remained. Finally Nick’s memory jogged; it was going to have to be just like last time! They kinda sucked each other and it worked! Closing his eyes, the cat began to suckle gently, working his lips over Todd’s and slathering them in drool.
Todd seemed to accept this, his tense body relaxing under the cat’s heft. The only sound in the rank air was that of Nick’s wet lips against greasy fur, punctuated here and there by the tiger gurgling through his mouthful of half solid shit. As he became more confident, Nick began to hump and grind against the tiger’s crotch, his filthy diaper sloshing against Todd’s cock, which strained painfully against his jeans. 
Nick’s lips found Todd’s nose, and as he suckled gently a small glob of snot rolled onto his tongue. The cat froze. His cock jumped inside his diaper. That taste, god that taste. It was the highlight of their time together last time, and with a grin Nick realized it would be the highlight of this time, too. He braced his paws on the gritty floor and leaned down, enveloping Todd’s nose and upper snout in his wet, slobbery lips and sucked hard.
The effect was immediate. Todd howled in pleasure, bucking against Nick’s diaper as green snot poured into the cat’s maw. Nick made sure to get a large mouthful before pulling back, garling and chewing the goop. Chunks of it poured off onto the tiger’s chest, and Todd smeared it into his fur, occasionally scooping a handful and shoving it into his maw. It mixed with the shit, quickly turning the semisolid into a gooey, green-brown glob. He still didn’t swallow.
This went on for several minutes, and for every mouthful of snot Nick sucked from Todd’s nostrils, the tiger felt a pressure in his head getting stronger and stronger. He hadn’t the willpower or the intelligence at the moment to worry though, and it just kept getting stronger, and stronger, and stronger… it reached the point that Todd was about to start whining about it when, as Nick was about to pull away with another mouthful, the flow stopped. 
The cat frowned, suckling harder and harder, but he got nothing to add to his collection. He whined. More! He wanted more! Nick suckled harder and harder, face turning red as he used all his strength. Todd started to whimper and whine beneath him, feeling like something was terribly, terribly wrong, but unable to find the intelligence to figure out what it was. He couldn’t even pull away, Nick’s grip on his upper snout was too strong.
pop 
Todd squealed in pleasure, bucking into the air as he flooded his pants with cum. Nick paused, but shrugged after a moment and started suckling again. Still no snot, but he knew he was getting somewhere. There was something big coming through the tiger’s distended nostrils, and the cat wanted it bad. Todd groaned, gurgling through the pile of snotty shit, and simply grinded into Nick’s diaper, leaving cum prints with every thrust. Whatever was wrong was over with, and the pressure in his head was gone. He found it even more difficult to think and do anything, but he didn’t care. A smile crept over his lips. He was happy.
Whatever was plugging Todd’s nose slid into Nick’s snot filled mouth with a plop. It was chunky, warm, and very chewy. The curious retard shoved a hand in his mouth, grabbing it and pulling it out. It was grey, looked kind of like ground meat? Hmn. Nick lapped at it. Tasted good. He shrugged, put it in his mouth, and chewed for a moment before swallowing. 
Todd lay there, mouth gaping open, not moving much at all. His nostrils were stretched beyond belief from accommodating the grey matter,[a][b] as well as the usual flow of snot sucked from them. They seemed rather empty. The rank bathroom air flooded them, making Todd gag just a bit. He could smell so much better now!
Nick looked from the gaping holes to Todd’s mouth, and back again. Those holes should be full, too! After all, Todd’s mouth-hole was. Plus, his friend’s nose seemed to be empty. He had to refill it so it could make more delicious snot! The cat stuck his hands in Todd’s maw, scooping out handfuls of snotty shit and shoving the fists deep into his friend’s nose, wriggling around a bit before releasing them. The sludge oozed down the tiger’s sinuses, travelling further and further. He began to shiver and groan, gurgling and twitching as his eyes rolled back. Nick saw this as a good thing and continued until Todd’s maw was empty. The cat stuck his maw down Todd’s throat and slurped, cleaning out his maw happily. 
The tiger shivered and groaned on the floor, idly stroking his cock and letting out a wet fart. Shit and snot dribbled out of his ears as his head filled with the disgusting mixture, overfilling. Todd groaned at the sensation, arms twitching. He wanted to push it back in, feel it dribble out again, but he couldn’t really move. A smile spread across his face as the shit and snot soaked into his brain, making everything hazy in the tiger’s mind. His inhibitions were slipping away, and he was happy. Nick finally noticed  the leakage and pushed it back in, keeping the pressure high.  The two stayed like this for a while.
The period bell rang. Nick yelped in surprise, standing up. He had to go to another class, right? Where was his next class? He looked down at the tiger. Todd was supposed to show him, right?
Without the influence of Nick’s diaper so close to his nose, the tiger began to come to. He groaned again, this time with more sentience behind it, and his eyes began to focus. He sat up and looked around the bathroom. His eyes were dull and glazed as he processed his surroundings. The dirty floor, the yellowed walls. He stood up, looking in the mirror. His nostrils were distended and drooled shit and snot, and his entire face had a greenish brown sheen; his chest was just as bad, shirt soaked through with diaper juice. The boy smiled. It was slathered in shit and snot. 
Looking down, he saw his pants were just as bad. They tented in the front with his aching cock struggling to find its way out of its prison, and there was a large stain where pre had leaked through. A glance to his left reminded him why he was here; Nick. But… his brows furrowed. Thousands of synapses that once would have helped him to think were now gone permanently, rotting away in the retard’s belly. Why was he here? Why did he get up?
Oh wait, the bell. Class, right? He had… he had… history. He had to go to history. Why was he in the bathroom? 
Todd tried hard to remember, but he couldn’t. He sighed; he would remember later. A throb brought his attention back to his cock. It wanted attention. He struggled with the button a little bit before unzipping his pants, fishing his throbbing cock out of his moist pants. He aimed it at himself, relaxed, and soon a golden shower splattered his face. Warmth spread across his soaked fur, and he let it dribble down his body, mix with the filth and snot. There. That was clean, right? 
He let his cock drop down, still hard, and turned towards Nick. “C’mon!” He slurred. “History time! Gonna do school!” With a long, wet burst of gas, he opened the door and walked out into the hall, oblivious to everyone’s shocked stares. Instead he just idly jacked off with one paw, took Nick by the diaper, and began to trudge to class. 
By the time he reached class he had vaguely realized that he shouldn’t be jacking off in front of everyone and so tucked his cock away, but he still openly groped his bulge. He drooled as he went, a small stream of snot-shit dribbling out his nose and ears. He didn’t notice. He didn’t care. As he took his seat next to Nick in class, all he could think of is how nice it must be to be able to shit or piss wherever you want. He let out another wet fart, coating his underwear with gooey shit, and settled in for class.
No one was brave enough to comment on it, and the teacher said nothing. Halfway through class, she eyed Todd cautiously before advancing a question. “S-So… Todd. Could you tell me what battle George Washington fought in during the French-American war?”
Heavy silence as Todd frowned, sitting up. Eyes staring towards him. His eyes cleared a little as he fought through the fog in his brain, as synapses struggled to connect with the others properly. He opened his mouth. They leaned forward in anticipation.
He let out a long, wet fart that ended with a suspiciously pleasured groan. The bulge in his pants twitched, and the seat turned brown as goo oozed out of his jeans. He smiled at everyone’s reactions. It was gonna be a good day. 
[a]I didn't even know I wanted this until you wrote it
[b]For some reason I fucking love distended nostrils