4:55


James eyed the digital clock on the wall anxiously from his desk. He looked up every few minutes to see how much closer he was to freedom. Normally, James wasn’t the type to count the seconds until he could clock out. Though he wasn’t an incredible worker, by and large he was a competent one, and enjoyed his job. Today, though, he wanted to leave as soon as possible. Today, though, was torture.


4:56


He itched at his crotch, only to groan in disgust as his crotch crinkled and his hand came back stinking of shit. Not just any shit, but rancid pig shit. James looked down at his groin in dismay, prodding the bulge and shuddering as the mess inside shifted. It had been eight hours of torture, wearing that piglet’s blown out diaper, but really, he did deserve it. Most people would have just told James off for making fun of the continence-challenged piglet, but Steel had a… more interesting way of punishing his human. 


The human and the bull weren’t an item, per se, but James and Steel lived together, carpooled together, and went to work together, and had a very interesting dynamic. De facto, their relationship was more dom-sub than anything else, so when James went off, he had no real voice to protest when Steel forced him into the piglet’s diaper. He said no, of course, and he fought it, but James knew that any fight with the bull would end with him losing. This whole thing was proof; what sane person would wear a piglet’s ruined diaper just because his friend told him to? And yet here James was, grimacing through the burning itching sensations infesting his crotch and ass. 


4:57


The day was interesting because of his situation, at least. He had one hell of a time trying to hide the diaper bulge from everyone around him. He refused to get up unless he absolutely had to, even to the point where he ordered delivery for lunch instead of going out with everyone else. When the delivery boy arrived, James remained seated as he paid and took his food. The boy was happy to take James’s money and get the hell out; just a few minutes in the stench that was James’s diaper overwhelmed him. 


One benefit that James had to acknowledge was the convenience of it all. He wasn’t one for wearing diapers, and he definitely wasn’t one for wearing overflowing, blown out ones, but getting to wet and mess himself and keep on working was a definite boon. He found that his own piss and shit provided momentary relief from the itch and burn of the hog shit, and eventually he didn’t even think about it as he loosed his bladder and bowels. James only had to make sure that it was quiet, or it might rouse suspicion.


4:58


James couldn’t stop staring at the clock. Two more minutes to freedom, and then he could go home and convince Steel to let him get out of the disgusting fabric matted to his hips. He could feel the plastic pants starting to leak - the diaper had begun leaking long ago - and knew it wouldn’t last forever. As long as those sows from HR didn’t remember him, he would be golden.


He had run into them near the end of the day. James had been minding his own business, clacking through spreadsheets and responding to emails, when he felt strange wetness between his legs. It wasn’t the diaper itself, of course - he had long gotten used to the strange bulk forcing his legs apart, and its damp-yet-not-wet feeling. No, it was a drooling feeling, warm and greasy, dribbling down his leg. 


He looked down curiously, and reddened as he found a wet streak forming on the inside of his thighs. The diaper was leaking! Steel said it could handle anything, but apparently his waste added to the piglet’s was too much for the plastic fabric to handle. 


James looked around, feeling his heart beating in his chest. No one had noticed, thank god, but if he let it go then there was no hiding it. Who could miss the massive wet spot running down his leg? It was only a short distance from that to the massive bulge forcing his thighs apart, and then anyone with a brain could figure it out from there. He knew that he had to find a way to hide it.
He stood up as casually as he could manage, glancing around to make sure he hadn’t attracted any attention before crinkling down the hallway. At the end of the hall, the elevator awaited to take him to the nursery. Once there, he hoped that he could snatch a pair of oversized plastic pants to slip on over his diaper and stem the flow of piss. It was even on his floor; a quick press, and he could slip away without waiting and risking someone else joining him.


James reached the elevator and hurriedly mashed the open button when he heard something that made his heart sink. It was the tell-tale chortle of a group of sows. He knew the sound well; there was five or six of them in HR that were always together, and for some reason always took a special interest in him. Truthfully, had he swung that way, he might have pursued one or two of them, but right now their company was the last thing he needed. 


The doors opened just as he spotted them rounding the corner, and he ducked into the elevator as quickly as he could. As the doors began to close he breathed a sigh of relief, but just before they slid shut, he saw a pink hand stop them just in time. A dread settled in his chest as the doors opened, and four sows piled in against him. 


“Heeey, James!” one of them greeted him warmly as she punched in her level. Basement, nursery. Fuck. “Where to?”


“U-Uh, basement,” he mumbled quietly. James averted his gaze, trying to avoid conversation.


“Oh, gotta talk to security? Me too, all of us actually!” The sow, Charlotte, ignored his cues and kept blathering on. “See, there’s this guy in IT who keeps…” She trailed off, nose twitching as she sniffed at the air. Her friends copied her, wrinkling their brows at the smell.


“Jeez, who blew it up?”


“Charlotte, you carrying your kid’s diaper in that purse or somethin?”


“Wasn’t me! I haven’t changed him since yesterday, I couldn’t still smell like him!”


Charlotte shot James an apologetic glance. “Sorry hon, guess one of us still smell like our kids. It kinda happens sometimes with us pigs, y’know? You shouldn’t have to be hotboxed in here with us.”


James nodded, beet red. Hopefully Charlotte took that as a reaction to the smell, rather than festering guilt. Whichever way she took it, the elevator dinged and released them into the basement level, and everyone piled out to breathe the fresh air. James bumped into Charlotte, who smiled at him and tugged him to the left, towards security.


“Ah, well. I gotta go down to the uh, I gotta go to my car to get something real quick, so, I guess I’ll see you later?” James’s excuse seemed solid, and would give him a chance to go to the nursery without the sows suspecting a thing. 


Charlotte bought it. “Sure thing! We just have to catch up though, y’know? Tell ya what! Me and the girls are going to The Trough today after work, we’ll come by and grab ya!” Her smile grew wider, and she leaned in as if telling him a secret. “Susan would love if you could come.”


James glanced towards Susan, who giggled shyly and waved at him. “Oh, y’know, I, uh…” Hundreds of entirely valid excuses whirled through James’s head. He could say he was busy after work, wasn’t feeling well, had an appointment, something, anything to get him out of dinner. But instead of any of these, he put on a fake smile and said, “Sure, I guess it’s been a while, just uh, go ahead and get me after work?”


Charlotte smiled at him and the group started off down the hallway, rounding the corner and disappearing from his sight. 


Internally, James cursed. Now he had a social obligation after work, and if he knew these sows at all, he couldn’t wiggle out now unless someone was dying. Oh well, he told himself as he started towards the nursery. Maybe they’d forget about him, and he could go home in peace.


4:59
Still no sign of the sows coming to get him. Most of his office left at 4, so he was alone for several cubicles worth of space. Everything was silent. No clicking of keys, no inane office mumble that reinforced yet staved off the dull insanity of corporate life, just his breathing and the ticking of someone’s desk clock a few cubes away. Well, that, and the burbling of the muck burning against his cock and balls. 
“What the fuck did this pig even eat?” he mumbled to himself, prodding at the surface and immediately regretting it as a fresh bubble of methane popped near the top. James felt the heat before he smelled the stench, and nearly blacked out for a few moments from the sheer revulsion he felt. 
James shook his head. At least it was just a few seconds. Earlier in the day, when the shit was at its freshest, a bubble would pop every minute or so, making it damn near impossible for him to think. A dull, throbbing ache settled behind his eyes, and it was a struggle to concentrate on any one thing for moments after the gas dissipated. As the mess in his diaper cooled the smell and the gas subsided, but even eight hours later it was still warm enough to occasionally trouble him.
5:00
James jumped as the alarm on his watch blared to life. He turned it off before looking at the clock on the wall; five o’clock on the dot. With the giddiness of a kid getting out of school early he began to pack up his things, closing his laptop up and sticking it in his bag, clocking out, gathering up his phone and charger and pens. After finishing, he looked around cautiously. No sows in sight. He was home free!
He couldn’t hide the pep in his step as he slung his bag over his shoulder and made his way down the hallway. James reached the elevator and hit the down button. It was just a floor above him, which meant in ten second’s time he could hop on, ride it down to the basement, and make a mad dash towards his car.
James waited, resting on the balls of his feet, and let out a small squeal of joy when the elevator dinged and the doors opened. That joy turned to cold horror as he stepped inside of the empty box, only to hear the clack, clack, clack of a herd of sows. He broke out in a cold sweat as he mashed the door close button, but just before he was safe, Charlotte’s porky hand plunged into the elevator. The elevator dinged and opened the door, allowing her and her herd in. 
“James! I almost forgot about you!” she cooed as they piled in, pushing James up against the back of the elevator. “I’m so sorry, but at least we caught you here! It’s been foreeeeverrrr since we’ve had a dinner date with just you and us gals, I’m so excited! And The Trough, it’s just the best, I swear! They got this ham dinner, see, and…”
James did his best to listen and put on a pleasant smile, but it wasn’t long before he tuned her out just so he couldn’t go insane. Her inane ramblings were something he could handle in most cases, but he was drowning too deep in a mixture of self-pity and regret to manage this time. 
Why hadn’t he just gone home early? No one was in the office, he could have handled the slightly smaller paycheck. Or if he had just left exactly at 5, packed up his things beforehand. Or hell, if he had taken ten seconds longer to get everything together, he would have heard them coming around the corner and been able to take the stairs instead. Or if he had just taken the stairs anyways! James knew full well that Charlotte and her crew only took the elevator, he could have easily avoided this whole thing had he only-
The ding of the elevator roused James from his brooding, but he hadn’t had time to process it before Charlotte grabbed his hand in her sweaty hand and pulled him out of the cramped box.
“Come on!” she said, tugging up her red pantsuit with one hand while tugging him along with the other. “If we don’t get there in time, we’re going to have to wait about an hour to get a seat. God knows it’s worth it, but-”
Ugh. James tuned her out once again. Literally any other day but today, and this would have been fine, but now he was going to have to hide his problem another two, three hours before finally getting to the safety of his own home to take care of it. 
At least no one commented on the smell this time around. Maybe they realized? James glanced at Charlotte and the others warily, but none of them gave any sign that they knew. No glances, no giggles, nothing. He sighed. Maybe he was overblowing this whole issue. Maybe he would be fine.
Before he knew it, they rushed through the lobby and stepped out into the parking lot. It was there that James saw one last chance at salvation; Steel was several paces ahead, making his way to their car.
“H-Hey, hey, Steel!” James called out. The bull stopped and turned around. “Just uh, ch-checking, do we have anything planned after work? Just wanting to make sure, that uh, I can head out with these ladies.
“Oh dear, I haven’t even thought of that. How rude of me!” Charlotte said, letting go of James’s hand and covering her mouth. Her cheeks turned an even pinker color. 
Steel gave James and the ladies a charming grin, letting the question hang in the air a few moments. He knew well what James was aiming for; the human’s plea for an out couldn’t have been more obvious if he had been on his knees. 
Today was not a merciful day. “Oh, nah, yer good!” Steel said, waving his hand and shaking his head. “I’ll just get on home, you have fun, y’hear? Back by eight, though!”
With that, Steel turned around and walked towards his car. James watched with an open mouth, feeling his heart sink. 
“Oh, just wonderful!” Charlotte exclaimed. She took James’s hand once more and tugged him towards a large red minivan. “We’ll just all ride in here, since we carpool, and then we can drop you off at your place once we’re all done!”
Great. Zero chance of ducking out early.
Charlotte stuffed the despondent James into the van, either oblivious to or ignoring the blank look of despair on his face, sat down next to him, and shut the door. The car started up and peeled out of the parking lot, speeding past Steel as he got in his car. The bull looked behind him and grinned as he watched James be carried off to his social doom. 


The sows are as boisterous as usual during the start of the car ride, laughing and chortling above the din of the music blaring from the car stereo. Charlotte tried to include James in their jokes, but the few he could hear over the music, he simply didn’t get. Maybe it was something to do with the difference in species? James didn’t know; it was equally as likely that he just wasn’t in a joking mode.
For his part, James bore the car ride as well as he could. The small human was squished against the side of the car each time even one of the sows wedged in the back squirmed or adjusted themselves, and when they laughed? Forget it. James spent most of those times getting his face rubbed into the grimy, unwashed window. What did they even do to make it so dirty? James could barely see out of the spots that his face didn’t rub clean; it was as if there were a thick yellow film plastered onto the glass. He shuddered, not wanting to think about it. 
About halfway through the car ride, however, they began to grow quieter and quieter. Their jokes would come in sporadic bursts, and each time they laughed, it faded more quickly than the last. Soon everyone was wearing a vaguely uncomfortable grimace. Their eyes shifted between each other accusingly, but none had the gall to accuse anyone in particular of whatever was causing the discomfort. James didn’t mind; less jokes meant he had time to wipe his face clean between getting slammed against the side of the car. Plus, if things got awkward, maybe he could leave earlier.
Charlotte bit her lip; she couldn’t straight out accuse anyone of anything, but it had to be said if her night was to be saved. “Jeeeesus!” she exclaimed, holding her nose. “Smells like someone took their kid’s diaper in their purse!”
The group of sows squealed out in laughter, each of the ladies defending themselves and ‘jokingly’ accusing each other in turn. “You sure it ain’t you, Charlotte?” the sow with the blue lipstick said with a wide grin. James never bothered to learn her name. “You smell like a diaper hamper!” Charlotte laughed and shot back with an equally pity accusation. 
James didn’t hear what it was. He was too busy sinking into his seat, praying that none would dare suspect that the smell was coming from him. His face was beet red, but hopefully anyone who noticed would mark it down to embarrassment from having to sit through the smell, rather than because he was the source of it. After all, why would a human smell like a piglet’s diaper?
The furor reached a fever pitch as they pulled into the parking lot. The driver squealed, “Shut up! We’re here ladies, let’s just forget about it and go stuff ourselves!” The group squealed and cheered in agreement, and they piled out, James stumbling out last. 
He stood up and brushed his knees off, thankful to be out of the confines of that horrid minivan. Before him lounged a massive, run-down looking wooden building. Paint flecked the rough-hewn sides, and on the roof, a neon pig took a bite out of a pizza. His off hand held another slice. Massive letters below him trumpeted the name of the restaurant: The Trough.
  “C’mon, James, we gotta hurry!” Charlotte grabbed his hand and yanked him towards the massive double wide doors. James cursed silently and stumbled along, struggling to keep up with Charlotte, but he could see why she was in such a hurry; behind him, dozens of cars pulled into the semi-empty parking lot at the same time, and whole families of hogs and sows piled out. Evidently, they arrived just in time.
Considering the sheer volume of patrons flooding into the place, they were seated quite quickly. As they were shown to their seats, Charlotte anticipated James and explained to him that the servers were used to the daily after work rush. James nodded, looking around with wide eyes at the finely tuned chaos around him. Despite the rush of what had to be a hundred people, the densely packed table layout, and the dangerously dim lighting, each server danced through the swirls with platters sagging with greasy food like a kayak through the rapids. It was almost impressive enough to make James forget how miserable he was.
“Heeeey there ladies, oh-! and gent, don’t think I didn’t see you - I’m Samson and I’m gonna be your server today!” James jumped at the loud, gruff voice, and turned to see their waiter hovering at the end of the table. Every employee here seemed to be a pig, but this Samson was a prime example. He towered over everyone there, probably seven feet high, and was nearly as wide as well. It was a good thing that James was already sitting, because Samson was that perfect mixture of muscle and gut that made James’s knees weak. 
None of the sows seemed perturbed in the slightest. Charlotte gave him a polite, if tired smile, and nodded towards him. “Hey Samson. Alright, so, what I’m gonna do is I’m gonna start off with a…” 
James could barely focus on the ladies’ orders. Part of it was the sheer complexity they held; every item had nine or ten customizations, each one more specific than the last, and each sow ordered at least nine things. The main cause of his lack of concentration was the smell, however. The scent of Eddy’s still burbling shit mixed with the musk and the grease in the air to create a disturbingly attractive version of diaper smell. James found himself huffing it slowly, turning red as he realized that he almost was enjoying it. 
“Hey, gent!”
James started, looking up at Samson and blushing.
“There we go, back to reality! Whatcha gonna have?”
        James frowned, looking down at his menu. He hadn’t really been looking at it, and seeing it now he knew he should have. The selection was absolutely massive, and the portions even larger. Food that he didn’t even know existed had their own pages here, with excruciatingly specific (and expensive) ways to customize them. 
        He shook his head, sighing. There was no way he was going to be able to find something quick enough. “Uhhh, just… just gimme a burger. Double patty, all the usual?”
        Samson nodded and waited for a moment, expecting James to keep going. He frowned when he realized that was all James was going to order. “On a diet, I guess?” he said in an almost disappointed tone.
James gave an embarrassed grin. “I, uh, yeah, you could say that.”
        Samson grunted and shook his head, taking a moment to read the crowd before disappearing into it, somehow cutting through the swathes of bodies like a dancer. He reappeared a few tables over, and James heard the hog greet them in the same boisterous manner he greeted James’s own table. He noted that the hog didn’t even have a notebook. So Samson was just going to remember all of those orders? James shook his head, impressed.
“Yeah, it’s pretty cool, isn’t it?” Charlotte whispered, leaning down to him so she wouldn’t interrupt the conversation that had begun at the table. 
James nodded, starting to relax a bit. “Yeah, how does he do it? Hell, how do any of them do it? The crowd, the noise, the, the, well, everything!” With the scent of food somewhat masking his diaper smell, James was starting to let his guard down. Perhaps he could enjoy the night after all.
Or perhaps not. Leaning down further to give James a reply, Charlotte paused. Her brows furrowed, and her snout began to wiggle as she snorted the air. The conversation at the table died as they watched Charlotte in curiosity.
James felt his heart sink as Charlotte leaned in, pressing her nose shamelessly against his chest as she continued to sniff at him. “I swear to God…” she mumbled. “I swear to God you smell just… like… Mary’s kid.” 
She pulled back and stared at him with an eyebrow raised. “Just like him. Why do you smell like Eddy?”
James could see the wheels turning in her mind, and he tried to preempt the realization slowly forming. “Oh, I uh, I stopped by the nursery this morning, Steel had to talk to Mary about some business stuff, and I played with Eddy a bit is all.” He paused, but her expression didn’t change. “Hah, he’s uh, I guess he didn’t get a bath, if I still smell like him after-” 
“It’s you!” 
James felt his stomach churn. “W-What?” He knew he was busted.
“It’s you, you smell just like Eddy’s diaper!” She grabbed at his crotch brazenly, and broke out in a grin. “I can’t believe it! You’re wearing Eddy’s diaper!” 
Charlotte’s accusation hung in the air a few moments. James looked at Charlotte, then at the other sows with shame in his eyes. They simply stared back, jaws slack, before one of the sows chortled. That broke the dam, and before long all of them were howling with laughter, much to James’s burning shame. He groaned and held his roiling stomach, pulling his legs up towards his chest and hiding his head between them. The smell might have been stronger there, but at least he didn’t have to face Charlotte and her friends.
James might have tried to shut out the rest of the world, but Charlotte and her crew weren’t having it. 
“Jesus!” Charlotte crowed, “So you were what we smelled earlier! Sorry, Jenna, I really thought it was you!” She slapped the back of the sow next to her, presumably Jenna. James didn’t really know.
“Hah! I don’t blame you, he smells just as bad as my Jimmy!” Jenna shot back, practically doubled over in laughter. 
A few curious patrons glanced over to see what was the ruckus. Charlotte soon gave them their answer, reaching over and shamelessly groping James’s crotch. “Phew, he really filled his diaper up, ladies! He’s got plastic pants on and it’s STILL starting to leak!” 
This led to another round of cruel laughter, this time spreading to the other tables as they realized what was going on. James heard a young piglet grouse to his mother a few tables over. “If he gets to wear diapers, why can’t I? I don’t wanna be potty trained!”
The poor human wailed and covered his ears, trying to curl up even tighter and block out the sound of the mockery flying around him. Even in his nightmares he couldn’t believe that his friends, if he could call them that, would tease him so mercilessly that everyone around them in the restaurant would join in. James felt his eyes water and he bit his lip, willing it in. He wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. There was no way he was going to humiliate himself even more today. 
        And then...
His belly groaned again and James stiffened, the shame in his eyes replaced with panic. The laughter stopped, and all the sows peered at him, curious as to the sudden change in his demeanor. James’s belly growled once again, and he cursed under his breath. His churning stomach wasn’t from shame. It was from something that was going to make everything much, much worse.


Somewhere on a farm just outside the city, a massive hog named Hamton whistled as he went about his daily work feeding the feral pigs. All he wore was pair of denim overalls that did their best to contain his bulk, but he seemed to spill out anyways. If Samson was the prime example of musclegut, Hamton was the prime example of plain old ‘gut’. He ambled across the grungy barn with a smile on his face, and a massive sack perched on his shoulders. The burlap looked greasy, and leaked some sort of greenish ooze at the corners. 
Hamton finally stopped at the last stall in the barn, where one feral hog stood alone. A sign hung sloppily painted above him. ‘Big Al’. And damn, was Al big. Even on all fours he stood about five feet tall, and he was at least a ton of beastly hog muscle and fat. Despite all his bulk, anyone who knew what a feral should look like would immediately notice how distended and full Al’s belly looked. The discomfort in the feral hog’s eyes was palpable. 
Hamton slung the pack on his shoulders on the ground, where it landed with a wet squelch. “A’right, big boy, time for yer feedin! Taco Hell down the street gave me ‘nother bag of expired meat and tacos and burritos an all that, so in the hatch it goes!” Hamton picked up the burlap sack and emptied it into the trough, where Al, despite his obvious discomfort, began to dig in as if he had never been fed before. 
Hamton shook his head as the sack emptied and gave a low, long whistle of admiration. “Phew, ya never stop amazin me, you know that? You eat damn near everythin I put in front of you, dontcha?” He paused, as if expecting the hog to respond, before continuing. “Sorry bout all the stuff I been feedin ya the last two weeks. Taco hell, fermented grain, rotten leftover thanksgivin’ stuff, gotta be doin some hell to that digestive tract of yours, ain’t it? ‘Specially since I plugged you up, so all that shit is jus’ boilin’ inside you.” 
The anthro hog leaned over and gave Big Al a smack on the flank. The feral hog barely grunted before returning to his food. “Well, it’s ‘bout over now, I figure. That plug’s about to dissolve, then whoosh, it’s aaalll comin out.” Hamton chuckled, crouching down to be level with Big Al. “Course, ain’t comin out in your stall, I wouldn’t clean none that up. See, before i plugged ya up I snuck one of them portal pills in ya, so it’s all gonna get teleported out of you before it even gets to your hole!”
Hamton’s grin widened. “Course, it ain’t going just anywhere. See, you remember James? Steel’s little toy human? He was gettin on my nerves, so I slipped him the other portal pill. So once that plug of yours is gone, whoosh, straight into James’s stomach.” The pig broke out in a wet, chortling laugh. “Sure hope that feed does the trick, James, cuz shit, it’s gonna make you smell ripe!”
As if in response to Hamton’s goadings, Big Al let out a long, low snort. He braced his back legs, and Hamton’s eyes widened as he watched the hog’s tailhole pucker. “Aw shit, here it comes!” Hamton squealed in anticipation as that donut hole puckered more, and more, and more, until…


James grew pale, shaking his head in disbelief. “G-God, god no…” he mumbled, holding his belly. “Jesus, Hamton, you are the fucking worst, you couldn’t have-” 
He cut off with another groan, clutching at his stomach yet again as it began to fill with a warm, almost paste. It wasn’t bulging yet, but James knew it would be sooner rather than later. This was the calm before the storm, the hog’s semi-solid logs before the truly rancid stuff came into play. 
Charlotte and the rest gathered around him with concern, one of them feeling his forehead with the back of her hand, while Charlotte herself cupped James’s chin and pulled his head up. As much shit as they were giving him, they still did care about him. 
“Jamesy, honey, what’s wrong?” Charlotte said softly. She glanced around to see the crowd gathered, and sent them away with a wave of her hand. “It’s not because we were raggin on you, was it? I mean, hell, you’re one weird guy if you’re into that, but it’s really not that big-”
James strained and grunted, interrupting Charlotte. “Fucking portals,” he spat out just before the hog finally got past the thick stuff, and the full force of his disgusting load shotgunned into James’s stomach.
The sows stepped back in concern as the sound of something like rushing water filled the air, and James’s belly began to bloat. It was subtle at first, the gentle brush of the man’s normally flat belly against the buttons of his shirt, but soon the bulge was painfully obvious. It started as a small paunch, then grew rounder, rounder and rounder, soon laying on James’s lap like a beer gut. His shirt was straining to hold it all, and soon one, two, three buttons popped off, bouncing off Charlotte’s stunned face. She barely noticed, too enthralled in whatever was happening in front of her. 
James tried to suffer through it stoically, but as soon as the first groan forced its way through his lips, he melted. He sank down in his seat in began to groan in pain, holding his rapidly distending belly as he lost himself in the experience of it. Greasy hog shit pushed instantly at his overwhelmed asshole, but he clenched his cheeks and willed himself to hold it in. There’s no way he’s going to humiliate himself even more; the situation was grim, but he thought he could hold it. 
Elsewhere, the hog noticed as it became harder and harder to relieve himself. James’s stomach could only hold so much, and if it wasn’t coming out of his asshole, it was just getting more and more compact in there. Big Al grunted, pushing harder to overcome whatever was keeping him from going.
Meanwhile, James broke out into a sweat. His belly felt so goddamn full… he ran his hands over the taut skin, shivering as he felt stretch marks spiderweb across the previously unmarred surface. There was a slight pop as his belly button bulged out, and Charlotte’s stifled laugh made him realize how ridiculous he looked. His stomach was bigger than a pregnant woman’s, looking more like twins than a single child at this point. And his hole ached so much from trying to hold it, and his skin screamed where it was stretching, and…
Fuck it.
James didn’t make the decision to let go, per se, he only relaxed for just a moment in an attempt to make it all feel better. That was all it took. His eyes rolled back as greasy hog shit exploded into his diaper, joining Eddy’s slop and his own greasy contribution to the mess. 
His stomach began to deflate almost immediately, and James’s pants began to turn brown as the plastic pants finally gave out. It happened at the legs to start, just leaks here and there, but soon the entire thing tore and full on logs of shit packed into the human’s ruined suit pants. The diaper expanded still, soon proving too much for the pants’ zipper and button. They both popped off, and James’s shame was exposed, the diaper pressing out eagerly into its newfound space. 
The crowd gathered around in curiosity at once, disgusted yet interested, but the sheer nose-burning stench roiling off the poor human soon drove them off. After a few minutes, all that remained was Charlotte and her posse, who only stayed out of pure necessity. They gagged and groaned their way through it, holding their noses and trying to use perfume to diffuse the tainted air. All their efforts succeeded in doing was making the stench even worse. 
Finally, after what seemed like eons, the feral hog elsewhere finally found relief, and so too did James as the constant litany of filth pouring from him ceased. His asshole was raw and red from the acidic shit, and his belly lay deflated on his lap. James himself was out of his, semi-conscious but drooling and groaning. He slumped in his seat, barely able to keep himself from falling out entirely.
A silence settled in the stunned restaurant, broken only by the noise of the kitchen - there was nothing serious enough short of fire to stop a kitchen from working during rush hour - and the loud burbles of methane bubbling through the shit in James’s diaper. 
One of the bystanders finally broke the silence. “You’re going to need a sow to change something like that.”
James’s companions immediately realized what he meant. 
“Oh, oh no,” Charlotte started, but all the other sows joined in and her voice was lost in a crowd of denials.
“I have my own litter at home!”
“I didn’t decide for him to come on the trip, he ain’t my responsibility!”
“I just got my little guy potty trained, I just got done changing diapers, I ain’t changing that!”
And so on.
Eventually they decided to do rock paper scissors to decide who would have the ignoble dishonor of changing their incapacitated human friend. A few rounds later and Charlotte cursed, her rock being crushed by paper once again. Bullshit rules, rock should always win.
“Whelp,” she exhaled, shaking her head. “Here goes nothing.” 
She grabbed James under his pits and hoisted him up in the air, hanging him there a moment as she whistled in surprise. James’s pants had managed to somewhat stretch to accommodate the huge new load stuffed in them; his seat hung a few feet lower than it should, and his crotch was similarly distended. A few logs drooled their way down James’s legs and fell to the floor with a heavy thud.
Grimacing, the sow carried James to the changing room like she would a piglet, hoisted over her shoulder. A trail of logs followed them, each one more disgusting than the last, and the servers immediately got to cleaning it up. It was disgusting for sure, but shit on the floor was a definite health code violation. Freak show or not, they had a job to do. The sow reached the bathroom and disappeared, not really ashamed to be seen carrying James like that as much as she was annoyed.
Charlotte sighed and plopped James down on the changing table with a squelch. Laying him back, she did her best to tug down his pants without covering her hands in filth. Exposed before her was the largest diaper she had ever seen on a man, and one of the largest she’d seen, period, even on a piglet. The once white material sagged and drooled a greenish ooze, and was brown the entire way over. It was covered in a greasy sheen that made her gag, and that dribbled onto the table to create a massive pool beneath James’s ass.
She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself. Lydia had lent her some diapers, still kept in her purse from when her kid used them. Thank god for that; she couldn’t afford to use her own stash on James. 
Charlotte opened her eyes and looked back down at James. From the glazed look in his eyes, he still wasn’t with it entirely. Lucky that. Charlotte couldn’t imagine going what he was going through. Still, he’d be humiliated enough once he woke up, or at the very latest once he got to work. There was no way she was going to let him live this down, not if she had to change his diaper. The other sows had already took pictures to distribute. 
The sow grimaced and leaned down to grip the tapes. The poor things were stretched to their limit, struggling to contain the overloaded mess. 
She sighed. “I got my own litter at home,” she grumbled beneath her breath. “I shouldn’t have to do this.” As she got closer the smell hit her; she had thought she was already experiencing the worst of it, but man, it got so much worse when her nose was just feet away. She knew this thing would be hell to haul to the dumpster; it had to be at least fifty pounds!
Shaking her head, Charlotte braced herself and undid the tape, letting the diaper explode out in all its disgusting, overflowing glory. 
She had never seen anything like it. Old shit mixed with new, solid with near-liquid, and it all came together to create a greenish-brown hunk of slop, bubbling constantly as it struggled to escape its prison. Charlotte grabbed the diaper and yanked it out from under James, tossing it to the side. It landed in a trash can, but the poor thing was too small to hold it, so the used diaper just kind of sat there, burbling and leaking. The sow knew that some poor janitor would have to clean it later, but she couldn’t be assed at this point. She reached down, grabbed the broken remains of James’s plastic pants, and tossed it on top of the diaper.
After that, she set about trying to clear up the mess that was James’s entire lower body. Charlotte went through a box and a half of tissues before you could tell what James’s skintone once was, and the rest of that second box before it was finally clean from his groin down to his ankles. She tossed the used, warm, and disgusting tissues in the corner next to the diaper, letting them pile up in a pyramid. 
Finally, she lifted James’s incoherent ass up and slid the new diaper under it. It was much easier to change his diaper than her own kid’s, she reflected. Jamie fought her and whined, but James was drooling and groaning, not really doing much of anything to stop her. She wrapped the tapes up nice and tight, and finally lifted him back up over her shoulder. She stopped to consider his pants a moment, but they were brown, stretched out, and honestly not worth the effort anymore. 
Charlotte grabbed his wallet and phone before setting out back to her seat. She knew that bringing him out in just his diaper would make things so much worse for him, but fuck, she just had to change a grown man’s blowout diaper, and she was going to finish her meal whether he liked it or not. 
She sat him down in his seat, settled in next to him, and dug into the food awaiting her, oblivious to the dozens of people taking pictures of James. It wasn’t her problem, now was it?