James sat down on the weathered bench in front of New China Buffet, the sun beating down on his head. Rivulets of sweat rolled down his face and dribbled onto his shirt, the droplets leaving dark, wet splotches in their wake. It marred the clean-cut look he was trying to pull off, but James didn’t worry. It wasn’t like he was required to dress up for these things; it was more than likely he would be better dressed than the whole lot of them. Still, it would be his first time really interacting with the kids, so he wanted to make as good an impression as he could manage.
        The bell above the door rang, and James looked up to see Susan standing over him with a great big smile. Her eyes fell immediately to his sweat stains, but she just chuckled and shook her head.
        “You coulda came in, y’know,” she said.
        James returned the grin, standing up and stretching his tired body until he got a nice crack out of his back. “I haven’t been here long. Walked up from my place, it’s a hot day and all. Where’s the kids at?”
        As if on cue, the door opened again and out paraded a line of seven piglets, all boys, with each one trailing behind a slightly bigger kid. At the head of the line were the two oldest, who were doing their best to keep their little brothers in check. It wasn’t working well, but that didn’t seem to bother Sue.
        “Couldn’t have Steel dropped you off?” she asked. She began to make her way to her car, and with a snap of her fingers the children all lined up behind her. There was no question that she ran a tight ship. James fell in as well, but beside her instead of behind. 
        “He was busy. Hanging out with Hamton and all, it was short notice on my end so I don’t blame him,” James said.
        Susan arched an eyebrow. “Did he say no?” At James’s silence, she gave him a soft, chiding bop on the back of the head. “You didn’t ask at all, did you? You know I’ve been telling you to grow a pair, you’re not a problem for anyone. Just ask him to drive you places if you both need the car, it’s equally yours as much as it is his!”
        They reached the car, and without giving him a chance to respond, Susan busied herself loading her children in the van. James stood back at a distance, observing with a half-smile. Others might have offered to help, but James knew better. Any attempt to assist would be turned down with a snarky comment about her ability to mother her own children being just fine, thank you very much.
Not that he really could have done much to help in any case. Susan ran a tight ship, and though they complained and messed around, putting on every air of defiance that came with childhood, James could see that they were still complying, and they would be all buckled into their proper spots without any real fuss as long as Susan kept cracking that whip. She could corral six piglets into a minivan in quicker time than most couples could buckle in one.
Something that James had noticed as he spent more and more time with Susan in non-romantic settings was that her approach to her daily life was similar to the approach she took to her sex life. The tone of her voice, that grin playing across her face, it reminded James of the way she treated him during their sessions — and the glance she gave the human let him know that she was thinking the same thing.
        The real question was which incident in particular she was thinking of. Ever since he’d confessed to her his love of Femdom, about four weeks into dating, she’d taken to the role with gusto and he’d fallen for her even more. It had been a few months since then, and they’d had intense scenes once or twice a week for that entire period. James figured Susan was thinking about that time at the office, but James’s favorite time was his first; during their first ever session, things had gotten out of control, and Susan had ended up torturing him with a bag of old diapers. It had been an action of passion, and by no means was the experience pleasant… but ever since then, he’d been unable to stop his hankering for more. 
        “You gonna stand there all day, James?” 
        Susan’s gruff words jerked James back to reality. He shot the sow a sheepish grin and shook his head while clambering into the van. As he shut the door, the faint smell of old pig shit wafted over him. Susan climbed in, and seeing the look on his face, gave him a grin.
        “C’mon now, don’t tell me you’re still after that?” Susan said teasingly.
        Unable to really bring up the subject in front of the piglets, James could only nod sheepishly, turning redder at the sight of her indulgent grin. 
        “We’ll see,” she said, then turned the key in the van and set off on the road.
        James settled into the seat as they turned onto the main route, glancing behind him as he did so. Every one of her kids were there, all belted in securely and quarreling among themselves. The two oldest were in front, pretending to be above such childish squabbles, but James caught one of them kicking at the other, and the quick smack on the arm as retaliation. In the end, they were all equally childish… and, as he noticed, equally bloated up. Their bellies bulged out immensely, their shirts unable to fully cover the taut skin of their stomach.
        He gave Susan a look, and, anticipating his question, Susan snorted and shook her head. “Ah, well, y’know how we get in that place. The piglets take after their mother, we all love that Chinese stuff way too much, y’know what I mean? Overate, and that means I’m gonna hafta pay for it later.”
        “Pay for it later?” asked James.
        Susan sighed. “They’ve been all plugged up the last week, so I figure I was already gonna have a hell of a time with diaper changing, but now that I’ve loaded us all up on Chinese, it’s probably gonna come in the next day or so, and it’s gonna be hellish.” At James’s excited look, she said, “Don’t get no crazy ideas in that head of yours about it. Believe me, as vile as the stuff I tortured you with last time was, this is going to be even more putrid than that. You don’t want this shit anywhere near you, or you’ll be smelling like it for weeks.”
        “Ah, well…” James trailed off a moment before continuing. “I guess you know best, you’ve worked with their stuff for years. You’ll know when it’s too much for me, but…”
        The sow cut him off with a chuckle. “Don’t you worry, Jamesy, we’re going to get you under that diaper pail soon enough. Just not now, you’d regret it.”
        James nodded, unhappy but understanding, and the two fell into a companionable silence for a while. They were finally in that part of the relationship where they were confident enough in each other’s affection that there was no need to fill the void with idle conversation. Simply being together was enough, and anything extra would just ruin the moment. 
        They remained silent until James noticed Susan taking a left, rather than a right. When he told her that she’d made a wrong turn, she shook her head.
        “We gotta go to the supermarket before heading back,” she said. “These hellions eat me outta house and home, I went a few days ago but the cupboards are already empty!”
        He grinned and chuckled. “That’s what ya get for having so many kiddos. Gonna be hell getting them all out and back in again.”
        Susan shrugged. “Ain’t nothing, really, you just gotta know what to allow and what to come down on. I don’t mind if they bad mouth me some, just as long as they’re doing as I say. The second they start dawdling though…” As she trailed off, James imagined what punishments Susan might come up with that kept the piglets so completely in line. “Besides, when they’re tired, they’re even easier to work with.”
        James looked behind him to see that the whole lot of them had passed out sometime in the last ten minutes of driving, a mixture of food coma and the gentle sway of the van lulling them to sleep. Even the oldest two had passed out, though by the looks of it, they’d tried to resist passing out the longest. They still looked as if they could wake up at any moment, while all the others were obviously in a deep sleep.
        The oldest one let out a groan and squirmed, and at that moment a low, deep rumble burbled from his oversized belly. This was quickly followed by several from the piglets around him, each of them squirming in discomfort. The distinct smell of hog gas filled the cabin. James turned to Susan, who was well aware of the recent development.
        “Might end up having to change their diapers within the hour,” she said with a grimace. Looking around, she spotted a store just down the road and pulled into it, parking the van with a skill that James could only dream of. “Ain’t our usual place, but I guess this’ll have to do. Wanna run in and out before the explosion happens, changing tables in places like this are usually shit.”
        “Alright, I’ll help you unload the—”
        As James paused mid-sentence, the look on his face made Susan apprehensive. 
        “...what is it, James?”
        James gave Susan a pale, uneasy look. “You remember how I told you about those portal pills that Hamton gave me, the ones that I lost at your place a few days ago?”
        Susan raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, the ones you thought you left on the table, but… were gone when you looked today…” As if to confirm her realization, one of the piglets groaned as his stomach gurgled, but a hot puff of hog gas burst from James’s ass instead. The human’s eyes watered at the stench, and even Susan covered her nose. 
        Portal pills were an invention of Hamton, a dom who frequently played with James. He would have James take an orange pill, opening a small portal inside him. Anyone who took a blue pill would have a portal open inside them as well, transporting all of their waste into James’s stomach. He had swallowed an orange pill a few days before, prepping for some kink play with Hamton, but had left the corresponding bottle of blue pills at Susan’s. Evidently, the piglets had gotten into it and assumed it to be some kind of candy… which meant, assuming all of them had swallowed one, all their waste was just minutes from being pumped into James’s waiting belly. 
        The two stared at each other for a long moment, digesting the news. Only another gurgle, this time from the belly of the youngest, yanked them back to reality.
        Susan gave James a hard stare. “Better hope we can get home in time then, James,” she muttered.
        His eyes flew wide. “W-What? You mean… you can’t seriously be having me go in there, right? We have to get home, like now!”
        Shaking her head, the sow hopped out of the van and opened the side door, rousing her children from their sleep. “We’re completely out of food at home, James, and I’m not going to let your mistake mean we go hungry for the night. It was you who left your pills there, and you better thank fuckin God they were just portal pills, or I’d have your hide.”
        “Susan, you can’t—”
        Her glare stopped his words dead in his mouth. He was used to her flaunting her dominatrix nature over him, but her look now was something worse. This was the look of a pissed off mother. 
        James hopped out of the van and trudged to her side, head down. He would just have to hold it if one of the piglets let loose, and pray to god that they could make it home before anything too terrible happened. The way the stirring piglets were holding their bellies, however, gave him little hope. 






        Despite her harsh words, Susan really didn’t want to deal with a pigshit incident at all, let alone one from James, and so as soon as everyone was out of the van, she lined up the piglets at attention and strode sharply in front of them, neat as a drill sergeant. She turned to face them, and it was clear from their stiff, nervous posture, that despite their whining earlier, Susan really did keep them in check. 
        Her eyes wandered over them, taking stock and forming plans. They stood like that for a short while, James standing hunched next to her like a scolded dog, before she finally opened her mouth to speak. 
        “Alright! We’re going to get in and get out as soon as possible. Vance! You take the older piglets, except Maxwell, and start grabbing everything on the list that you can reach.” Vance, the second oldest, grinned at this sudden gift of responsibility and nodded.
        “And Maxwell!” Maxwell, the oldest, flinched. “Don’t think I don’t see that bulge. You wet yourself in the car, didn’t you?” He nodded and looked down, well aware that Vance was put in charge because he couldn’t hold it until home. As much as Vance wanted to shoot his brother a shit-eating grin, he knew better than to rub salt in Max’s wounded pride while their mother was still there. 
        Satisfied that the two oldest wouldn’t break into a squabble over the situation, Susan continued, “You grab all the youngest, and we’ll go straight to the bathroom. I know this one has a changing station, and it’s just a piss diaper so it shouldn’t take too long. As soon as you’re all changed, we’ll join Vance, grab what he couldn’t, and get out of here. Understood?”
        Both Vance and Maxwell nodded sharply, and a few of the older piglets copied the motion.
        Susan regarded them a moment and nodded, “Good.” Like clockwork the two elder piglets sprang to work, rounding up their assigned siblings with a flurry of sharp orders that might have been mistaken for cussing, if someone wasn’t listening close enough. Susan folded her arms and smiled at her handiwork, confident that, if it were possible to avoid a catastrophe at all, it would be avoided because of her discipline. 
        Then, she felt a timid tug at the sleeve of her shirt. She looked to her left to find James there, a faint blush creeping up his neck. “I…” he trailed off, and then started again. “I, uh, what should I do? I could help.”
        The sow raised a single eyebrow. “Help?” she said. “You, help? You’re the one that got us into this mess in the first place! And I’m all out of diapers, so it’s going to be hellish if we don’t pull this off. No, you’re not going to help. You’re going to wait for us near the checkout lane like a good boy. Alright?”
        Face burning, James could manage nothing but a nod. Through their entire Dom-Sub relationship, he’d never seen her so severe, and he sincerely hoped he never had to see her like this again. It was no wonder her children were so well behaved. 
        After a few moments, the icy gaze on Susan’s face broke and she allowed herself a small, sympathetic smile. “Don’t worry hun,” she said in a sharply contrasting mothering tone, “I’m sure you’ll get home just fine. There’s some nice sows who frequent this market, I’m sure you’ll be able to find some and talk to them, keep your mind off things. Okay?”
        James nodded again, looking down at the ground. He wasn’t sure if he preferred the cold drill master version of Susan, or the sweet, mothering version. Both were humiliatingly condescending in starkly different ways. Before he could decide, however, the older brothers reported that they were ready to move out, and Susan marched them all into the store as a well behaved group. James followed slightly behind and to her left, feeling his stomach churn and gurgle. 


        As soon as they stepped into the supermarket, the group dispersed, splitting into two and each one heading towards their goal. James was left standing in the entryway alone, feeling more than a little inadequate. And more than a little full.
        He took a quick look around. The place was small, but very well stocked, and while everything looked dingy, it was dirty in a ‘clean’ sort of way. The grubby tiles were grubby in a way that you knew no amount of scrubbing could clean them, and though there were leaks on the drop-in ceiling tiles, they were old and certainly not moldy. 
To his right, James saw Susan and her horde disappear into the family bathroom, while Vance and his crew rounded the corner and walked out of sight. To his left were the checkout aisles, and true to her word, he saw a small group of sows and one cow gossiping among themselves. A smile played across his face - he knew just how to slide in. 
        Shoulders back, he strode over to them with as much confidence as he could muster and cleared his throat loudly. Their gossip fell silent, and they all turned to stare at him blankly. “Sorry for interrupting, what were we talking about?”
        Most people would have gotten a dirty look at the very best if they had made an entrance like that, but there was something about James, perhaps the faint scent of piglet that clung to him, that made sows tolerate and encourage him acting that way. Despite not knowing a thing about him, the small circle opened up to allow him in, and soon he was chatting with total strangers as if he’d been friends with them for years. Only the cow looked vaguely uncomfortable, and once it became clear her friends had no issue with the rude human’s entrance, she shrugged and pushed her own misgivings aside.
        Conversation then resumed largely without any further issues, and once James had heard enough to update himself on the subject, he jumped in as if he’d been with them this whole time. 
        Time passed quickly as he lost himself in talk, but though his mind was distracted from the issue of the portals, the problem was looming as large as ever, and it was intent on reestablishing itself. James stopped halfway through a sentence as a strange, warm sensation filled his belly. A long, low groan escaped his lips, and his knees pushed together as he struggled to fight the overwhelming pressure inside of his bowels. After a few seconds of shaking and whimpering, he managed to push back the flood, and he looked up to find the sows and cow looking at him in concern.
        “I-I’m, I’m alright,” he managed after catching his breath. “Sorry, I’m, uh, in a bit of a situation.”
        The cow shook her head. “You ain’t alright, that ain’t normal! You sure you don’t need help?
        James wiped the sweat from his brow as he straightened up. “What’s not normal?” The cow pointed towards him, and he looked down to see that, in successfully fending off what he believed to be a flood of piglet shit trying to force its way out his asshole, he actually redirected it up into his belly. Gallons of gurgling, semi-solid Chinese mush now settled in his belly, stretching it out well beyond where it should be and making him look rather pregnant. 
        He poked the taut skin, hissing a bit as a stretch mark burst wide where his finger had been. “I-I, uh… yeah, I guess that’s not normal,” he conceded, “but it’s, well, it’s not a big deal. Now, about Jessica, that bitch-”
        It was obvious he was trying to change the subject, and none of his new friends were having it. “What’s wrong, darlin?” one of the sows asked, crossing her arms. “We ain’t gonna talk about Jessica until you tell us what’s goin on. I just wanna make sure you’re gonna be alright.”
        The other two ladies nodded in agreement, and, seeing that there was no way to avoid it, James let out a sigh and shook his head. “Alright, fine. My, uh, my friend made this thing, a pill… he calls it a portal pill, and how it works is one person swallows an orange pill, and once it hits his bowels it opens up into a small portal. Then, whoever takes the matching blue pills will have a portal open inside them, too, and anything that goes into their bowels are immediately transported into the one who took the orange pill.”
        Their skepticism couldn’t be more obvious. “This all sounds like bullshit to me,” said the cow, and her friends nodded in agreement. “And even if it was true, what’s that gotta do with your belly?”
        James blushed. “Well… I was staying at my girlfriend’s house and left out a bunch of blue pills on accident. Her little piglets got into them and ate them, and now they need to go… and all of that’s being teleported into me.” As if to prove his point, another small splash of piglet sewage streamed into his belly, making him groan and clutch at himself as it grew ever so slightly.
        His new friends weren’t convinced, judging by the skeptical looks on their faces, but his explanation had grossed them out enough to not press further, and soon enough they were back to talking about Jessica, that skank from Marketing. James thought of running off towards the bathroom to unload, but after a few moments passed and there were no further deposits into his belly, he judged that the worst had passed and he would be fine for now. Without further worry, he immersed himself into the conversation and tried to ignore his situation.
        That ignorance was not to last. Almost before the group really got back into their gossip, James felt a sharp pain in his belly, an explosion of gas that forced a blorp of thick gel and shit to push into his pants. It made no noise, but the smell was obscene, and it took only seconds before the scent spread into the air. The sows and cow began to gag, coughing and holding their noses. 
        “Ho shit,” one of the sows cried, “I don’t think he was shitting us!” She circled around him to confirm her suspicions - a sizable brown lump had formed in the back of James’s pants, sagging dangerously low from the weight of the solid shit. James was too petrified in his humiliation to do anything.
        “Nah, he ain’t shittin us,” the cow shot back, “but he’s shitting himself!” The three ladies broke out into loud guffaws, drawing the attention of everyone nearby. “I know piglet shit when I smell it,” the sow continued, “and holy shit, this is gonna be one helluva load!” 
        Well aware that the stares of everyone were upon him, James finally regained his senses and dashed towards the bathroom, praying he could get to the toilet before he did any further damage. The last thing he heard before he was out of earshot was the sows telling the cow just how bad piglet shit could get.  James wished that they weren’t so painfully right.
        It took a moment to find the restroom in this unfamiliar store, and James thought he might not make it, but he sighted the door just as he felt the first hot logs begin to knock against his shivering hole. So far he’d let out watery little leaders, but they were nothing more than tiny stains on his underwear. It was nothing he couldn’t wash out, and as his feet slapped across the floor, it seemed that everything was going just as well as it needed to.
        Then, the door opened, and the sow walked out.
        James skidded to a halt, narrowly avoiding running straight into her, and did his best to juke around her only to find that all the piglets were crowded in messy line behind her. He could see the stall just feet away, but the pressure was building and he couldn’t hold it much longer.
        “G-Go! Go!” he gasped out, groaning and holding his stomach. Susan looked confused, and the piglets did nothing to let him through. 
        “Are you alright, James? Wait, ohshi-” Before she could even finish her sentence it was too late; one of the piglets behind her let out a groan similar to the one James was now uttering, and he squatted down. “M-Momma, y-you just changed me but I’m gonna go, I’m sorry!”
        Fortunately for the little piglet, all the shit that was supposed to flood into his newly changed diaper instead exploded into James’s bowels, and the beleaguered human let out a cry as the fresh hot sludge filled him. His belly swelled further, he fell to his knees, and it was that final jolt that knocked the plug that was holding everything in loose. There was a massive bubbling fart, followed by a sharp, swampy smell, and finally a crackling as James began to shit himself for real.
        Once the rest of the thick plug was loaded into his jeans, a warm blast of thick, soupy sludge poured out of his asshole in chunks, bulking up the rear of his jeans while soaking through his ass, crotch and down his legs. Soon the juices gathered in a puddle around him, but the substance of the shit built up in his pants. The blue material turned a light brown, then quickly darkened, stretching out vertically until the weight became too much and the burning, itchy mess slowly slid down James’s taint to settle around his cock and balls.
        This was followed by more solid logs, individual pieces nearly a foot long coiling perfectly into James’s underwear. These snaked out of his underwear and down his legs, thick as cocks as they packed in around his thighs and even slopped out of his waistband. Before he had a chance to finish ridding himself of this round of shit, Susan grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and lifted him into the air. The thick logs rolled out of his pants leg, falling with a wet plop on the shit-water pile, and she gingerly carried him to the toilet to finish out his load. James, though thoroughly humiliated, was grateful, and Susan even had the presence of mind to close the stall and wait until he was done. It was such a stark contrast to his usual forays into shit with her - generally she’d mock him and tease him mercilessly, but in a real situation in public, somehow it didn’t come off the right way.
        Five minutes (and two flushes) later, James had finally voided himself to the point where he felt it safe to try and stand up. His belly was still distended and full of warm, burbling shit, but it wasn’t pressing against his asshole, straining to get out anymore. There was a strange, empty feeling inside him, as if his stomach were a cavern only half-full. It wouldn’t be long before there was more shit flooding into him, however, and so James seized his moment to open the door and waddle out. He kept his shitty underwear on out of modesty, but his pants were around his ankles.
        “Took you long enough.” The low, flat tone in Susan’s voice told him she had no patience left. “Now c’mon, we need to get your sorry hide home.” James nodded and started to pull up his pants, but Susan furrowed her brows and shook her head. “No use, Jamesy boy, those pants are done for. The underwear too, if I’m honest. I got to put you up in a diaper.
        James groaned, face beet red. If he was going to be put in a diaper, there was no chance of hiding it even if he was able to wear his pants over it - he was experienced with piglet padding, and they were five times the size of diapers for any other species just so it could hold all the waste. The last time he was put in one, it broke his zipper and he had to waddle around work with his diaper bulging out the fly. Still, it was better than having to go home in shit-soaked pants and underwear, so he trudged his way to the changing table and clambered on.
        Thank god they made these things with larger pigs in mind.
        “Do you have any thinner ones?” he asked on the off-chance she might. “I know you buy them for me sometimes, I was thinking if-”
        “James, you know damn well I don’t even have any extra diapers for my own kids, I told ya that earlier. Why the hell would I carry around wimpy human diapers just for you? You ain’t my kid.” Despite saying she had no diapers, the sow sat her diaper bag on the ground next to the table and started to pull stuff out.
        His brows furrowed. “Wait… if you don’t have any diapers, then what are you going to diaper me with?” 
        The question was quickly answered when Susan reached down and brought up a piss-soaked piglet diaper - specifically, the one she’d just taken off Maxwell. It was absolutely flooded, the white fabric now a pure yellow and swollen to its limit. The surface had an oily sheen on it, and judging by the way the air around it looked, it was still incredibly hot. 
        “Jesus, no!” James protested, sitting up in alarm. “You’re not putting me in that thing, I’d rather-”
        He was quickly silenced by Susan pushing him back into a lying position with a gentle but firm hand. “Shut it, James,” she growled. “I don’t have the time for your nonsense, we gotta get you home and figure something out about this whole mess.”
        Normally, Susan using that tone would have shut James right up. Perhaps it was the horror of having to deal with oily pig piss, or perhaps it was the humiliation of shitting himself in the store aisle, but for whatever reason James opened his mouth to protest again, and Susan’s eyes flashed.
        “James! Don’t. Don’t you do it.” Staring him straight in the eye, she reached down and lifted a plastic bag in the air. “That right there is Maxwell’s piss diaper, and yeah, it’s nasty as hell and it’s gonna be hot, but THIS” - she lifted the bag into the air- “this diaper is bagged TWICE. I don’t do that shit for just anything, and unless you wanna figure out why I did it for this one, you’re gonna shut your piehole. One way or another you’re going to be wearing whatever diaper I put on you, because there’s no way in hell I'm letting you sit in my car like this and risk ruining the finish on it. You understand?”
        James’s mouth hung open. He could only nod. 
        Susan held his gaze for a moment longer before giving him a curt nod. “Good.” Then, with little ceremony, she laid out the yellowed diaper on the changing table. Greasy hog urine bubbled out of the padding, forming a yellow pool on top of the fabric. James wasn’t sure what would be worse - if it were still piping hot like pig urine could be, or if it was cloying and cool. He wasn’t given much time to wonder however, as the sow chose that moment to lift him into the air and plop him into the center of the padding. She then quickly pulled up the sides, taped it tight around his waist, and then set him on the ground. 
        It was cold.
        “That should last you until at least we get home, it looks full, but y’know just how much those beauties can hold,” she said. “You’ll be fine without your pants, it’s not like it’s gonna take long to get ya into the car.” James opened his mouth, but thought better of it. Susan smiled in response. “There we go. Now, let’s head home. Piglets, line up!” 
        Her piglets, who had been playing and running around in the bathroom, jumped to attention at her barked orders and formed a line behind her. She grabbed James’s shoulders with a firm hand and yanked him just in front of her. Then, as one, she marched them all out of the bathroom and into the supermarket itself. 
        James had never had to deal with humiliation so sharp before. He had been through his fair share of degrading situations, perhaps even more than that, but that had always been around friends or coworkers who either was in on it or so distant that he didn’t care about their opinion. This, however, was different. Now he was being paraded through a public place in a piglet diaper soaked to near leaking, reeking of pungent hog piss, and all this in front of the woman he loved and the piglets he hoped to be an authority to someday. How could she respect him like this? How would they look up to him like this?
        He felt the eyes of every patron burning in the back of his skull as he waddled next to the sow, staring down at the stained tiles of the floor. He heard the sniggering of the piglets filed up behind him, and even worse, knew that Susan heard them and didn’t bother to shut them up. They approached the door, and he stepped out into the brisk fall day, the sun coming out from behind the clouds as if to put a spotlight on him. The breeze chilled his exposed legs, and turned the cold diaper even colder. 
        Surely, this couldn’t get any worse, he told himself. 
        Of course, it did.
        Just as they took their first step back towards the van, James felt a sharp pang in his gut, deep in his intestines. He stumbled a bit, and the sow paused, looking at him.
        “Are you alright, James?” she asked.
        James nodded, but before he could open his mouth the pang came again, and he fell to his knees on the rough parking lot. A low groan forced its way out of his mouth, and before anyone could do a thing, a distinct crackling filled the air. It felt as if James’s intestines stretched and bloated themselves around a thick, warm pipe being jammed into it from the inside; the portal was active, and some piglet or another was unloading fresh, steaming shit directly into James’s bowels.
        “P-Please,” he rasped as he looked up at Susan. The sow glared down at him, not at all impressed. Whatever help he was looking for, he did not find in his date’s cold expression, and the human uselessly clenched his asshole against the coming onslaught. He held onto hope that perhaps the piglet wasn’t going to let out much, and he could clench it inside until the stream ended. Though the wet pounding on the other side of his hole was strong, he was managing it, and soon he felt confident enough to crawl to his feet. He was sweaty, panting and groaning, but he was holding it inside. It felt as if his intestines were bloating and filled near to bursting, but he was going to make it.
        “Q-Quick,” he gasped, “to the car, we can make it home!”
        Susan raised an eyebrow. “You think I’m gonna let you in my van when you’re in the middle of an episode like this?” James’s pleading look wasn’t enough to sway her. “Nope, I ain’t lettin you step foot inside my van until it’s over. When the shit stops pilin up inside you, then we can see about getting you buckled in.”
        James opened his mouth to beg, but he hadn’t begun before the words died in his throat. His resolve was weakening, and so was his anal strength. “N-No, no no nononononono shit shit shit-!” The human let out a wail of defeat before falling back to his knees, pushing his ass in the air to help relieve the stress on his intestines. 
        There was a long, deep burst of gas, followed by a wet blorp as the first thick log plopped out into his diaper. It pushed out the rear of his padding a good few inches before slowly, audibly rolling down his taint to rest in the sagging part of his diaper. It left behind thick residue, and James could feel the burning and itching worsen as hog shit joined oily hog piss in his diaper. His eyes watered, but he did his best not to reach back and relieve himself - if he did, it would only get all over him.
        The first sloppy log was followed by another, then another, each one oozing down his taint to join the growing mound around his balls, and each one burning just as bad as the one before it. There was a momentary pause, and James thought he was done. He relaxed some, the piglets began to snigger and tease, and Susan sighed, shaking his head. “Alright, it’s all over, and you ain’t leaked,” she said. “It’ll stink like hell, but I’ll let you in the van.”
        Then the floodgates burst. James let out a loud wail and clutched at his stomach, while bursts of thick, brownish muck gurgled and sprayed from his poor, burning hole. It sprayed the back of his diaper, sounding almost like a stream of piss, before running down to the crotch and staining it even more. 
The small amount of brown that had blended with the yellow grew, and soon the entire surface of his diaper was a yellowish-brown mess. It wasn’t long before the diaper was filled to the brim, soaked and distended to its absolute limit, and still James struggled to stem the tide. It was easy to tell which piglet was doing this to him, the little guy grunting and squirming, but he was too occupied with his current torture to chew him out, and the sow was too busy trying to hide her face from the onlookers to really care what one of her brats was doing. It wasn’t like he could help himself - James, on the other hand, got himself into this mess, and so there could be no pity. 
The diaper clinging to James’s waist did its best to hold its seal, but the pressure built up from the sheer amount of muck forced into it. The seals swelled, turned brown, and just before he was finished, burst. A wave of brownish-yellow muck sloshed out of his diaper like a popped balloon, splashing down his legs and soaking his thighs entirely. Mixed with the piss, it was like disgusting, itching dough, dribbling grease and anal slime into a pool on the ground. James groaned and whimpered, doing his best not to itch his thighs, while Susan stood there, somehow redder in the face than usual.
        “...I-I’m sorry,” James whimpered after a moment of silence.
        Susan just stared at him. “Fuckin hell, James.”
        “S-Sorry, I’m sorry, I-”
        “Oh shut the fuck up. We’re going back in the store. No fucking way you’re riding in my van like that. And I’m stuffin you in one of the onesies we got, just in case you burst again in the car.”
        James’s face burned red. He knew from experience there was exactly zero onesies that would pass for normal clothes, as if the massive diaper bulge beneath it didn’t give it away, and the thought of being forced into it was nearly as bad as shitting his diapers til bursting in the parking lot. Not as bad, but near so.
        Thankfully, he knew enough to hold his tongue this time, and so meekly followed his girlfriend back into the supermarket for a change. The piglets followed behind, silent. The novelty had long since worn off, and now they were impatient to get home. 
        The group trundled into the bathroom once again, more crowded this time due to the whole crew being along for the ride. James was the last one in, but the piglets jostled him through the sweaty bulk of the crowd until he finally made it to the changing table, and Susan hoisted him up by his scruff and plopped him down on the table with a squelch. He groaned at the strange, greasy and warm feeling, but Susan just shook her head and laid him down. 
        “Legs up.”
        His legs went up. Susan gripped his ankles and lifted his ass in the air, untaping the diaper with one smooth motion and tossing it into the bag from which it had came in the first place. James’s round ass was still covered in burning pig shit, the coating greasy and chunky. Susan’s hand reached for the wipes, but paused halfway there.
        She looked at James a moment, frowning. “Well,” she finally decided, “no use. Just gonna get worse again anyways.” With that, she tossed the wipes back in the diaper bag and turned around, rooting around for something else inside it.
        “You… you aren’t going to wipe me off?” James asked after a moment.
        “Nope.”
        James looked down at his lower half, still slathered in pig filth. His skin was reddening below the brown and green muck, and he knew that leaving it on would just make it worse. “P-please?” he asked. “I know I’ve been bad, but… but please don’t punish me for it like this.”
        Susan sighed, standing up and turning to face James. There was something behind her back. “I’m not punishing you, Jamesy boy, that’ll happen later. I ain’t cruel enough to let you sit in pig shit for no good reason, I know how bad it is for your sensitive human skin.” She brought her hands in front of her - in them was a clear plastic bag. Inside the bag was a brownish yellow mass, and it took James a few moments to realize what it was.
        “You’re not putting me in that thing, are you?” he asked with alarm in his voice. Inside the bag was another used diaper, but unlike the first one he was put in, this had more than piss; it was filled near to the brim with warm, clay-like shit, still half wet. 
        The sow let out a helpless shrug. “Sorry, James, it’s the only diaper I got. It’s pretty damn full, but at least it ain’t bout to leak like the one you just filled. And this is a hell of a bad one too, my friend Darlene’s kid made it and I ain’t got around to tossin it yet. Guess you’ll be figurin out why I bagged it twice.”
        And with little more ceremony, the sow gripped the plastic tight with both hands and pulled, ripping the protective layer open and releasing a wave of warm, disgusting air into the room. It was a strong, cloying scene, acrid and earthy at once, and it made James’s eyes water. He could feel it burning his nose, and he let out a cough as his lungs tried to reject it. “J-Jesus, what species was Darlene?”
        Susan’s eyes were watering from the smell too, but she couldn’t help but grin at James’s question. “Hell of a scent, ain’t it? I deal with pig shit all day and I still struggle with it.” She tossed aside the first bag and looked down at the second, the last thing keeping that disgusting diaper sealed off from them. She gripped both ends, looked up, and chuckled a bit. “To answer your question, by the way… Darlene is a skunk.” And with that, she tore the bag apart and let the diaper plop onto the changing table.
        The scent filled the room immediately, and the effect was strong. James swore as the smell slammed into him, assaulting him like knives against his nose. Every breath felt thick as he pushed through the burn in his lungs, and did his best to keep from heaving. It smelt of eggs, of rotted meat and spoiled milk, and of something earthy and sour that he couldn’t quite identify. He began to sweat and whimper, letting out choking noises as his entire body yelled at him to get as far away from that scent as possible.
        He wasn’t the only one struggling; you could see where the smell had reached by the reaction of the small crowd of piglets, the young hogs in front gagging and coughing first before the ones behind them were subjected to the offensive smell. Even Susan was not immune, letting out a few wet gags before regaining control of herself.
        “S-Sorry kiddos,” she said to the whining piglets behind her, “it’s all we got for James here. Max, grab that onesie from Mommy’s bag while she diapers Jamesy, okay?” Without waiting to see if he would obey, she turned back to James, who was still barely keeping himself from throwing up. “Yeah, uh… sorry about this.”
        And with that, she unfolded the diaper. The smell became somehow worse, and some of the piglets opened the door to escape outside. There was no such option for James unfortunately, and all ability to think left him as every ounce of his being focused on trying not to throw up all over himself. 
His head turned to the diaper itself, and the sight nearly made him lose it by itself. Without the protective plastic bags covering it, the used padding looked even worse. There once was some sort of design on it, but what it was supposed to be would forever be a mystery. The brown of the skunk’s shit had long since covered whatever dyes they used on the plastic, and the dark orange-yellow of piss had taken care of whatever remained. Now all that was left was a soggy, misshapen lump of swollen plastic padding. The shit itself was lumpy slurry, half-liquid and half clay-like mush. It was brownish green in color, and chunks of whatever the skunk had last eaten were scattered throughout the waste. To top it off, the entire thing had a thin greasy sheen on top of it, swimming over everything and leaking out onto the changing table.
        Susan sighed, shaking her head in regret, and lifted James high into the air. He was too overwhelmed to resist, and she slowly lowered him into the mess with a wet squelch. He let out a hiss of pain as the warm skunk shit mixed with the pig slop that already assaulted his skin, adding to the burn and bringing a new tingly sensation with it. 
James groaned and squirmed, instinctively trying to get away, but Susan was too quick; she grabbed his hips to push him square into the table, and with her one free hand she managed to bring up the front of the diaper and apply the used tapes. After a couple of adjustments, it was as tight as anything else she’d put on him, and just as secure.
        As she brought up the front, the shit that had built up in a mount inside it tumbled down against James’s groin, landing wetly in his pubes, and as the sow taped him up, the shit began to slide and ooze around in there. Every jostle meant another squish of shit against his skin, and every time he squirmed in response the shit managed to find its way to a new place. It coated his cock and balls entirely, providing a texture that would be erotic had it not been for the situation, and oozed up his taint. 
Soon enough it was pressing against his hole, and as loose as it was from his various hobbies, it pushed inside as well. The disgusting mush got as far in as his prostate, sending jolts of pain and pleasure both through his cock. If it weren’t for how swollen and full the diaper already was, Susan might have gotten the wrong idea from seeing his diaper tent out. 
        Once she was certain it was as secure as it could be, Susan grabbed James by his wrists and lifted him into the air. He dangled there a moment as Susan checked him out, grinning a bit. “Gotta say, this whole thing is disgusting as shit, but ya look kinda cute in a diaper as messy as this one.” James, for his part, did not agree, but he was still too busy gagging and heaving to protest.
        Susan set him down on his feet and immediately lifted his arms in the air, pushing them through the bottom of the onesie and sliding it over him. Despite being for a different species, it fit rather well, and before long she stretched the bottom around his diapers and snapped them shut. If the diaper was to burst, there was no way it was leaking out of that seal. When you were raising piglets, ensuring against blowouts was part of the job. 
        “There we go, all set! Now ain’t ya a looker, Jamesy? C’mon, gimme a little twirl and we’ll head on out.” What piglets remained in the bathroom snickered among themselves, and James felt his face flush red.
        ‘Looker’ was certainly a way to put it. James felt like a giant baby, and though people would be ‘looking’, it wouldn’t be because he was so ravishingly handsome. The human looked lanky with his arms and legs bare and exposed, his onesie only covering the very upper portion of his biceps. The fabric clung tight to his body, and the garish yellow fabric with rubber ducky patterns didn’t exactly make him look handsome. Cute, maybe, but not attractive in the traditional sense. Between his legs, the skunk diaper bulged out immensely, pushing a full foot in front of him and a foot and a half behind, forcing his legs out at an awkward angle. It sagged down past his knees, and swung slightly even as he stood still. 
        This was a first, even for James. He’d never been forced into a onesie before, and now his maiden experience would be spent waddling through a supermarket and a parking lot while his privates were rock hard and slathered with nasty skunk scat.
-None of this was lost on Susan, who had a shit eating grin on her face. Payback for the hell he made her go through, perhaps. “Come on, little guy,” she said teasingly. “We gotta get you home! I could take my sweet ol’ time with that onesie on, cuz that thing ain’t leakin, but we’ll leave cuz I just like you so much.”
        Keeping his grousing to himself, James crossed his arms, hung his head, and fell in behind the sow. She led the way out of the bathroom, through the store and to the car without even looking to see if he followed. Susan knew he had no other choice. 


        The car ride home started easy enough, even if the silence was uncomfortable. Susan rode alone in the front, the passenger seat beside her filled up with the groceries that would have normally gone in the extra seat in back. In that ‘extra seat’ sat James, who was banished to the back to prevent any mess from slipping into the only pristine area in the entire van.
        It was humiliating to be wedged between Maxwell and Vance, their snarky grins and quiet teasings making things worse, but James understood the need to keep things clean. The front of the van was as clean as the day it rolled off the lot, but here in the far back, it wasn’t so nice. The carpet was various shades of brown, green and red, and there were fries, crumbles, bits of chicken nuggets, and even a whole uneaten hamburger scattered across the ground. That was just what he could see - he felt something beneath his padded rear, and James didn’t want to think about what it could possibly be. 
        Soon they rolled out of town and into what could be called the countryside. It wasn’t nearly as rural as what James grew up with, but there were no businesses to be found, and some of the houses even had a few acres of land to call their own. Certainly it was too far to turn back; they were closer to home than a business to change James at, and so if anything happened, Susan would just have to grimace and keep driving home. 
        Still, James wasn’t worried much. Though the pig and skunk shit mixture burned his skin, he knew it wasn’t much to worry about - he knew from experience any redness would fade in a day - and though Maxwell’s surprisingly pithy mocking hurt, James was an adult and could let it roll off his back. After all, he’d only be proving Max right if he started whining to Susan like he was her kid, not her date. Everything was going swimmingly, the piglets up front were starting to fall asleep, and even Susan was starting to lose her edge. It was hard to tell from his vantage point, but James saw her posture relax and her ears raise up, classic signs of her relaxing. Her finger flicked out to turn the radio on, just in time to mask the noise of a piglet’s growling stomach.
        James felt his face turn pale. His eyes frantically darted around until they spotted the source of the grumblings; Yancy was squirming in the seat just in front of him, holding his belly. 
        “J-Just hold it in, Yancy,” James hissed. “You’re getting to be a big boy, you can hold it in for just a little longer.” He glanced outside, trying to figure out where they were. “We’re… we’re fifteen minutes from home, if even. C’mon, you can do it!” The truth was that they were more near twenty or twenty five.
        His words seemed to help Yancy relax, and the piglet smiled a bit, settling down in his booster seat. James smiled and leaned back into his own booster, satisfied at a job well done. That is, until he saw Max’s devilish grin.
        The eldest piglet leaned forward and put his lips to Yancy’s ear. “Don’t listen to him, Yancy,” Max whispered. James’s eyes went wide. “We’re, like, an hour from home. You’re a big boy, but even I couldn’t hold it that long!” Yancy’s calmed expression turned panicked again. “That’s right, not even I could do it, so don’t keep it in! Just push it all out!”
        James opened his mouth to protest, but before he could get a word out, Susan’s sharp growl from up front silenced them all.
        “Y’all shut it!” she snarled, not tearing her eyes from the road for a second. “If James ends up havin’ a blowout, all of y’all lose TV privileges for a week.” Her eyes flared up at Maxwell opened his mouth. “ALL of y’all!” 
        That put a damper on their fun, and Max settled back in his seat with a huff. “Well, that’s no fair,” he sniffed, “but if we lose our privileges, at least it won’t be MY fault. I’m basically potty trained!”
        James knew better than to point out that his diaper was the first one James was put inside. 
        Silence fell through the car once again, but it didn’t last long. There was another grumbling, this time from Maxwell himself. Vance and some of the younger piglets turned back to glare at him, but even sibling pressure couldn’t keep him from squirming.
        “I-I’m sorry,” he whimpered, “I-I think it was something I ate. I don’t, I don’t feel real good.”
        Susan glared in the rearview mirror. “Maxwell, you better hold that in, or else!”
        It was no use. Maxwell let out one final groan, and with a shudder he began to push. James’s eyes widened as he felt the piglet’s thick plug push into his bowels, oozing into his intestines with all the weight and density of a solid ball. It felt almost like someone was fisting him from the inside, it was so thick as it gurgled through his passages.
        “F-Fuck…” James groaned, holding his belly. The thick fudge pressed up against James’s asshole, but it was so dense that even he had the strength to clench himself and hold it back. It burned at his sphincter, struggling to push through, but valiantly James resisted, whimpering the whole way.
        After Max’s plug was pushed out, he groaned again and let out a shotgun blast of shit and gas. James yawlped pulled his belly close. The noisy gas had bloated his stomach out into a solid round ball, stretching the onesie’s fabric to its max, and though he couldn’t see it, James could just feel the stretch marks spiderwebbing across his flesh. What solid slop did make it through was mostly diarrhea, and it burned at Max’s plug. Slowly it ate away at the solid fudge, the liquid in it softening the hard buildup and bit by bit consuming what little help James had at keeping it all inside.
        After a few minutes, Max seemed to be nearly finished shitting, but as soon as his moans were quieting the younger pigs began to squirm and moan in their own seats. Vance was hit the worst of them all, letting out moans and yowls that reminded James of his worst hours on the toilet. 
        “W-Why Chinese?” James managed to whimper out through his straining efforts. Susan simply shook her head with quiet resignation, and with that, all hope left James.
        “Good luck, James.”
        As if waiting for permission, the younger piglets all gave up their efforts at once, and the van filled with the sound of shotgunning shit and long, bowel quaking earthquakes of farts. Instead of filling their diapers, however, it all went into James, who let out a howl of plain as the pressure built up. Slowly but steadily his belly began to bloat, gurgling and jiggling with each additional fart and glob of shit that was teleported into it, and before long the zippers on his onesie were straining.
        At some point James realized that the fight was useless, and the longer he held on, the worse off he would be. With a defeated wail, he relaxed his asshole and made his peace with the situation. Immediately the thick fudge plug began to push out of his asshole, but it didn’t shotgun out like James had expected. Despite the acidic shit doing its best to break it down, Max’s plug was still quite solid and very, very thick, and as it began to press its way out, it was hampered by the tightness of James’s hole. 
        The human groaned and howled in discomfort and a strange sense of pleasure as something thicker than he’d ever experienced before struggled to make its way out of him. No cock, not even the feral horse cocks he’d taken, compared to the sheer presence this log of shit had as it stretched his asshole into oblivion. Even as it turtled and finally pushed out in force, it was so thick that instead of breaking apart into a burning mush, it actually lifted James up in his booster seat. It wasn’t until the straps began to strain that James started to actively try and mash it down. 
        There was limited success on that front, but as it turned out, it didn’t matter. Enough of the plug had dissolved that the wet mush that the rest of the shit consisted of began to pour out the sides of the plug, first by a trickle but soon in a stream of steaming, bubbling shit. It built up in the diaper’s rear and soon rushed to the front, plopping into the padding at obscene rates. Though it took the pressure off of James’s shrinking belly, he couldn’t make himself feel relief at it; all that it meant was that his diaper was stretched to the limits at a speed he’d never experienced before.
        The leaks came soon afterwards. Piglet and skunk diapers were meant to hold up to heavy usage, but they were also meant to be used by one person at a time. The combined strength of half a dozen piglets pushing into it at once proved too much for it to handle. The plastic seals that had so valiantly kept the mess inside began to fail, and leak after leak sprung in the lining until finally it all gave way at once. 
Liquid shit flooded into the onesie, but true to Susan’s word, it didn’t leak. Rather, it burbled and oozed down James’s legs into the footies of the onesie. He began to moan and squirm at the strange, burning feeling, but there was nothing he could do. Finally the shit began to pour out of the top of the diaper, and it wasn’t long before the tapes gave away and the entire thing simply burst open. There was a visible shit as all the shit and piss held within the diaper sloshed down to James’s legs, quickly filling the onesie and bloating it out as if he were a blueberry. 
James’s entire lower half was slathered in the filth, but that wasn’t the end of it. The piglets had finished shitting, but by this point Max’s plug was entirely dissolved and the scat was just flooding out of James’s body. The piglets watched in a mixture of wonder and horror as the bulge of James’s belly deflated, but his onesie just as rapidly filled with shit. The levels crept up his groin, his belly , his back, and looked about ready to burble out his neck before they reached his pits and flooded into his arms. Unfortunately for James, these onesies had their own mitts, so he had to deal with the unique sensation of his hands being completely submerged in watery pig shit. 
        The onesie continued to bloat, filing with warm, burbling shit, all the way until it looked about ready to burst. Only then did it stop, James letting out one final burst of gas before he was empty. The zippers strained, the fabric was stretched, but not one drop of shit or piss made it outside of the onesie. An atmosphere of awe filled the van, as the piglets and Susan beheld just how sturdy piglet clothing could get. James, however, was in a world of torture - every inch of his body burned and itched, but the onesie was filled so thoroughly that he didn’t even have the strength to bend his arms so he could try to relieve himself via scratching.
        Shortly after, they turned into Susan’s driveway, and the piglets unloaded themselves more quickly than they ever had before. Susan herself clambered in to undo James, dragging him out into the open. 
        James managed a shaky smile. His hair was matted with sweat, he was pale and writhing in discomfort, but he made it through.
        Susan grinned down at him. “Look at you… aint you a sight?”
        He let out a weak chuckle. “Y-Yeah… I-I guess it’s changing time.”
        Susan pursed her lips. “...maybe. But I ain’t changing ya inside, you’ll get shit everywhere. I’d just hose ya off outside, but shitty public decency laws apply even way out here in the boonies…” She pondered for a moment, then her eyes flashed. “Y’know, Jamesy, I think it’s time I take ya home. You got a room like, dedicated to this kinda shit, right?’
        James was embarrassed that he could nod ‘yes’ to that question. This sort of thing happened often enough that he had a room covered with plastic and filled with diapers just so he could avoid stinking up his house proper. As filthy as his roommate was, Steel did complain if the stench got too strong.
        The sow gave a curt nod. “Good. You waddle your way into the passenger seat, now that we know this thing ain’t gonna burst on us, and I’ll drop you off at your place. If you’re lucky, I might even… change you.” The look in her eyes and the curl of her smile made James more than happy to comply. Susan disappeared into the house, presumably to ensure her babysitter was there and ready to take over, and hopped into the van minutes later. She swallowed something down with a glass of water, put it in the center console, turned the key and set off.
        “Vitamins,” she explained after seeing James’s quizzicle glance. 
        The ride over was as short as it was uneventful, and soon enough they pulled up to James and Steel’s place. Susan opened the door for him and helped him out, walking up to the door. Steel opened it with a grin.
        “Got your message, Susan. Jamesy here’s been a little stinker, has he?”
        James burned at his roommate’s teasing. “I-It wasn’t my fault!”
        The bull chuckled and shook his head. “Sure. Just like every other time you end up knee-deep in pig muck isn’t your fault, right?”
        There was no response he could give to that.
        “...I’m going to the cleanup room,” James muttered.
        “Nope, not yet you ain’t,” Steel said. “You’re all outta wipes, remember? You gotta grab them from your bedroom first.”
        James sighed, but it was true — he was lazy when it came to keeping his stock full. 
        “C’mon,” Susan said with a grin, “I’ll walk ya, then I’ll help clean ya up.”
        Expectations rising, James returned the grin and waddled down the hallway, his shit suit sloshing the whole way down. When he reached his bedroom, he had to have Susan open the door for him; he hadn’t the flexibility to wrap his fingers around the knob, and had ended up struggling with it like a child. Once inside, he realized that there was no way he could bend down to pick up the wipes.
        “H-Hey, Susan?” he called out. Susan stepped in with a raised eyebrow. “Could you pick these up for me?” Susan simply shook her head in response. “O-Oh, uh… why not?”
        He was answered by the sound of her stomach groaning profusely, likely afflicted with the same Chinese shits that her piglets were dealing with through the last few hours. 
        “...do you need to use the bathroom?” James said nervously. Susan shook her head again, but this time her grin turned malicious.
        “I found that bottle of pills when I went in, Jamesy boy… and what do you know that there was one left?” Susan chuckled, and James paled. “So I swallowed some. Y’know, just in case.”
        James desperately shook his head, waddling as fast as he could towards the door, but Susan stepped out and shut it just in time for him to thump into the solid oak wood. The handle jiggled from his attempts to turn it, but he never did manage to get a grip.        
        “S-Susan, Susie let me out! Susan? Susan please, I don’t wanna — I’m so sorry — Just please, if you push a load into me right now I don’t know that my onesie can take it!”
        The sow leaned on the door, hand snaking down the front of her panties as she relished the feeling of power she had over the poor man. Part of her felt sorry for him, to be sure, but after thinking about the kink he put in her day, the date he’d ruined because he’d left his pills waiting around, the diapers he’d went through and the danger she’d put her piglets in… “Yeah, uh, sorry Jamesy. Seems the door’s locked… I can’t open it.”
        And with that, she pushed.
        James let out a groan of defeat, slumping against the door as he felt the pressure building in his bowels. Despite the day’s events, he still had a little fight in him. “P-Please don’t,” he gasped out, “I-it already stinks so bad… it's so bad…” 
“Oh, you know you’re in for a treat!” Susan crowed outside, pushing even harder as she mocked him. “Ya think hog shit is bad? Wait til you smell sow shit! Ranker and nastier by far, you ain’t seen nothing yet!”
And with that she made a final effort, and the claylike logs all piled up behind his blown out asshole. The pressure increased and so did his fighting, but before long one managed to snake its way past his defenses. As soon as it made its way out into his diaper, his will gave out and he let out a wail - the dam burst. Each log splashed into the half-liquid muck that filled his ruins of a diaper. He watched as the onesie stretched, stretched, stretched, and—!
        With a loud ‘pop’ the entire thing gave way. The pent up pressure turned James into a veritable shit fountain, spraying sludge and scat over everything in the room with a wet splash. James was momentarily knocked silly, and by the time he regained himself, he found himself in the middle of his floor. Every single thing - the television, the bed, his closet, the clean clothes that were left unfolded on his chair - was slathered in a good inch of brown and green pig muck, with distinct chunks of skunk shit splattered about like a painting. Like a shell-shocked soldier he looked around, jaw agape, completely covered in pig shit. Then the smell hit him like a brick wall, and he slumped over on his bed with a groan of defeat and disgust.
        Susan stood outside the door a moment, and when she was certain that he had given up, she squatted down some and pushed. A few last thick logs forced their way through his now-bare ass, and plopped out onto his bed with ease. An annoyed groan confirmed to Susan that he had felt them squish out, and she giggled to herself. Her work done, the sow turned around and headed back out.         
        “Gonna go help him clean up?” she asked Steel as she sauntered her way out the door.
        Steel grinned. “Are you kidding me? It’s his mess in his room. He’s got a long weekend ahead of him if he’s gonna get to it before the smell stays permanent.”
        Back in his room, James forced himself to sit up, and got to work.