Steel pulled into the parking lot of the large IT firm that he worked at, the towering bulk of the hulking building blotting out the sun. It was a cold morning, and the shadows only made it colder. This didn’t bother Steel none; his bull fur kept him warm, and was the reason he could wear short sleeve shirts this late into the year. He put the car in park and glanced to his right, seeing poor, shivering James huddled in the passenger seat. The bull shook his head.
“I keep telling ya, you gotta wear more.  You humans ain’t built like us bulls.” Steel clapped the bulk of his hide. “I got fur and muscles to keep me going, but yer scrawny ass ain’t got nothin.”
James scoffed, even as he rubbed his arms together. “If you can manage in a short sleeve shirt, so can I.” He popped open the passenger door and hopped out, biting his lip as the breeze hit his bare skin. The human wanted to rush inside towards the warmth of the lobby, but he waited for Steel to come around, so they could walk in together. 
Truthfully, James regretted turning down the long sleeved work shirt this morning, but he had no idea it would be so cold. They worked in a temperature controlled office anyways, so the coldness would only last a few moments; besides, his pride would never let him get one-upped by his bull companion. It was often his downfall, he knew, but it was something he refused to budge on.
“Aight, come on before you freeze your ass off,” the bull said, grabbing James by the arm and leading him toward the entrance. James sighed in relief as he trailed the bull into the building, but frowned as they took a left in the first hallway, rather than a right. He glanced up at the digital signage on the wall. ‘Nursery’. 
“H-Hey, Steel?” James tried to mask the nervousness in his voice. “Any reason we’re going down to the nursery?” Steel and James had a peculiar relationship; the two weren’t quite friends, weren’t quite in a relationship, but they were very close and open with each other, especially sexually. Steel had a fondness for diapers that often led to the human being padded up in a thick, soiled pair; James didn’t quite share that fondness, but tolerated the bull’s proclivities out of affection for him. Besides, he had a lot of work to do, and didn’t want to spend time in the nursery just because Steel had something filthy and embarrassing planned for him. 
Steel stared down at his little human a few moments, his expression blank. James opened his mouth to protest again before the bull cracked a grin, ruffling James’s hair. James ducked away and fixed it with his free hand. “Doncha worry, James, I don’t have plans to pad you up today,” the bull chuckled. “You got work to do and I don’t got time to babysit you today anyways.” The bull knew it might be mean to lead James on like that, but it was fun, and he knew that deep down the human enjoyed it too.
James sighed in relief, releasing a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. “Alright, good,” he said. He would have gone along with it, had Steel insisted; he didn’t often have the will to resist what the bull craved and besides, he often deserved whatever bizarre and embarrassing punishment Steel inflicted.
The two arrived at the wide double doors to the nursery, and Steel pushed in, James following meekly behind. 
The room was large and clean, well furnished and painted primarily white with wood accents. Brown carpet covered the floor, well-worn but not shabby. Probably to hide any ‘accidents’ that might happen more easily, James figured. Several kids were already milling around the place, playing with toys scattered about the floor or sitting in front of the large television in the corner. There were a few pigs, a cow, and a few canines of a varying age range, and, to James’s surprise, a human baby laying in one of the cribs. It was rare that he saw one of his own kind around, especially in this part of the world. 
He smiled at the baby and waved before turning to catch up to Steel, who had walked over to a sow dropping her kid off. She and Steel were off by the coffee machine talking, while her piglet sat on the changing table. He wore a white diaper, while a soggy yellow pair lay leaking next to him. 
“Yeah I get ya, but I really don’t think that’s the best way, y’know?” Steel was talking about some project he was working on; truthfully, James had never paid much attention to the bull’s work life. 
The sow shook her head. “I’m sorry hon, but my hands are tied. HR won’t budge, and…”
James tuned the two out and sat next to the piglet. 
“H-Hey, Mister,” the piglet nudged James on the shoulder.
James glanced to his left. “Hmn?”
“You have a good thanksgiving?”
James took a long look at the piglet. He was a lot older than the human had first figured, definitely old enough to be out of diapers. They weren’t even pullups for the occasional accidents overnight; these were the thick, oversized kind for the type of incontinence that only a pig could produce. James couldn’t help but smirk, half-swallowing a chuckle.
“What?” The piglet flushed, his pink skin becoming even pinker. 
“You really need those things? Can’t the little piglet hold it in yet?” he snickered. James knew it was mean, but he just couldn’t help himself sometimes, especially something so easy to pick on. “Or do you really have to go crying to Mommy every time you fill them up? I bet you can’t even change yourself!”
The piglet squealed indignantly, lips parted but unable to find the words to fill them. 
James pressed on. “God, I bet you stink. I know how pig piss gets, god it’s fuckin disgusting. I’m surprised your old diaper is yellow, last time I saw piggy piss it was so amber that I thought it was orange!” The human gagged a bit, thinking of his last tryst with Hamton. “Rank, too. I bet your friends just leave when they hear you start pissing, they don’t wanna deal with it.”
The piglet was staring at his feet, eyes misting at James’s cutting remarks. James had hit on a sore spot for the piglet; he was embarrassed about the way his piss smelled, and though James couldn’t have known it, his friends did avoid him when he wet himself; he could damn near clear a room in moments flat if it was a particularly bad day. 
“You know, I bet you-”
“James Brenton!”
The human shrunk away from Steel’s booming voice; he’d been well trained to fear the bull’s anger. He looked up to see Steel and the sow glowering over the poor human, who was tiny in comparison. James managed a weak smile.
“H-Hey Steel, we about done in-”
“Don’t ya ‘Hey Steel’ me, boy! Me and Mary heard what you was sayin to poor Eddy, and that just ain’t right!” The bull crouched down, nose to nose with the human. His voice was deadly low. “Now I suggest you give that poor piglet an apology, y’hear?”
James knew better than to argue, and simply nodded meekly. “Y-Yessir.”
“Good.” Steel stood up, arms crossed against his broad chest. Mary did the same, standing at Steel’s side.
James sighed and swallowed, shaking his head a bit. Better to swallow his pride than deal with whatever punishment the bull felt necessary if he disobeyed. He turned to Eddy, who looked up at James with a mixture of lingering shame and imminent victory in his eyes. God, that just made it worse, but… it had to be done.
“I’m sorry,” James murmured.
“Excuse me? I didn’t hear you.”
James dared to glare up at Steel for a moment. “I-I said I’m sorry,” he said. 
Eddy grinned cockily. “Sorry for what?” he asked.
It took all the self control James had not to respond with a biting retort. “I’m sorry for teasing you for still wearing a diaper. It was wrong of me and I shouldn’t have done it.”
Eddy sniffed and looked away. “Apology accepted. I guess.”
Steel sighed and checked his watch. Five minutes before he had to be at work. “Alright, Mary, I’m sorry this happened,” he said. “I guess we’ll have to finish our discussion over the lunch hour, if that works for you?”
“Yeah, I guess that works.” Mary was still miffed over James’s treatment of her little angel.
“Again, real sorry Mary. I try and keep him in line but he’s not real bright, y’know? Mouth faster than his brain.”
Mary huffed and turned away, grabbing the pig-pissed soaked diaper, while Steel and James headed off towards the exit. “Jesus!” Mary exclaimed, wrinkling her nose. “Have you been drinking enough, Eddy? This was a bad one!”
Steel paused, a glimmer of an idea in his eye. James looked up and his heart sank. He knew that look well.
“Say, Mary, watcha gonna do with that diaper?”
Mary blinked, giving Steel a sidelong glance. “...throw it away? Why?”
Steel grinned, grabbing James by the scruff of his neck and carrying him back over to the nursery. “I’m thinkin if James here is gonna tease your poor Eddy about his diapers, he should have to experience the same thing that Eddy does! Iffing ya don’t mind, of course.
Mary raised her eyebrows, thinking a moment before grinning. “Ah! Well, I do think it would be a great experience for James here.” She tossed the soggy diaper onto the changing table, and Steel lifted the human up. “Go for it!’
James began to kick and squirm in the air, pushing himself away from the changing table desperately. “N-no! God no, Steel! I didn’t agree to this, I got work to do, I can’t be distracted with something this stupid! There’s no way in hell I’m going to be wearing that piglet’s stinky-ass piss diaper all day!” The human clung to Steel’s muscled forearm, refusing to let go. He had given into Steel’s demands so many times before, but never had he done anything like this at work. He knew he had to stand his ground, or he’d have to deal with it the rest of the time they worked together. Who knew how long that would be?
Steel’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t force James onto the table. “Yer gonna get on that table and lemme diaper your sorry ass up. Now.” 
James wavered a little, but found the strength to stand resolute. He crossed his arms, well aware how ridiculous he looked, hanging there with his arms crossed, feet high above the ground. “N-No,’ he said firmly. “I’m not going to wear that! It’ll distract me, it’ll distract everyone around me!” James knew that if he was going to win this argument, he had to frame it as an issue about work, not his behavior.
Steel wasn’t having it. “James, you will do as I say, and you will wear that diaper all day.”
James shook his head. “No! Jesus no, I got work to do!” He was holding onto the work issue, confident it would see him through. “No way I’m gonna be able to get everything done I need to do in a diaper like that.”
Steel huffed, but before he could say anything James hurriedly cut him off. “I-I, if I have to do something, I’m gonna be wearing that clean diaper, the one he’s got on right now!’
The bull growled, deep in his chest. “James, yer tryin’ my patience. You gonna do this willingly or we gonna have to do this the hard way?”
Mary stood nearby, watching the exchange smugly. She didn’t really care if James wore the diaper or not, this very public reaming of his by Steel was victory enough. Eddy slid off the second changing table and tugged at his mother’s sleeve. “Mamaaa…” he whined softly.
“Not now, sweety,” Mary murmured absentmindedly. It really was a wonder how domineering Steel could be. 
The pair continued to argue. 
“Look, all I’m saying is that there’s no way that I can get any work done in a piss-filled diaper. You know that! So if I’m gonna be wearing a stupid diaper, I’m gonna wear a clean one!” James knew he  had lost ground, but at the very least if he was going to lose, he was going to mitigate the damage.
Steel pressed the advantage. “Doncha get smart with me, boy. You gonna do as I say? Every time you refuse it just gets worse for ya, y’know.”
        James whined a bit, kicking in the air. “N-No! I’m not gonna wear that piss soaked diaper, and that’s that! I’m gonna wear the piglet’s diaper, the one he has on right now! I’m gonna wear his diaper and nothing else!” 
Eddy tugged at his mother’s sleeve again. “Mama, I think yesterday’s Thanksgiving dinner is really-”
“Eddy, really!” Mary admonished her child. “I’m watching these two right now, can’t it wait?”
“But Mama-”
“I am going to wear the diaper that Eddy’s wearing right now, and that’s final!” 
James’s words had barely finished echoing through the air when another sound trumpeted out. The piglet turned a deep red, doubled over and holding his belly. “M-Mama,” he groaned, “Thanksgiving yesterday is finally coming out!” 
James and Steel’s heads both swiveled towards the noise, staring at the poor piglet clutching his belly. The piglet groaned again, belly gurgling before a rumbling, explosive fart blasted through the air. A noxious gas filled the air, and the only sound for a few moments was that of James gagging at the putrid smell. Then, the spell broke, and the piglet lost all control as pig shit poured like a mudslide into his diapers. 
        It really was an impressive sight; James could never get over just how much shit a pig could fit into his body. The diaper bloated out at the bottom, turning brown and swelling horizontally at first before slowly, slowly sliding down the piglet’s ass to hang nearly at his knees. Shit coated Eddy’s ass where the diaper exposed it near the top, unable to cling to his hips like they should. A brownish color, the shit was like paste in its consistency, evenly coating the porker’s pink backside except a few chunks of whatever the youngun had devoured the night before, not entirely digested. These chunks were more fibrous, with rougher, more solid texture. 
The surface of his diaper was quickly becoming the same color, and thick lumps formed where the shit packed together. There was nowhere else for it to go, so it was forced to compress. That was one of the features of pig-focused diaper brands; they always stayed in one piece and relatively compact under all but the heaviest of loads; relative of course was the best term to use, because while by all rights the piglet’s mudslide should have made any diaper that didn’t burst from the pressure drag across the ground, he still wore a three foot deep mound that clung to his ass. 
This was all taken in by James in an instant; he hadn’t time to observe anything else because the smell hit him. If the scent of the pig’s noxious gas was bad enough to make James gag, this was even worse. Pig shit was bad to begin with; the smell was acrid and cloying, and seemed to hang in the air for hours after all traces of the waste was washed away. This load, however, was special. Eddy had packed himself with every manner of sweets, meats, and everything in between during thanksgiving, and all that had spend days festering in his body. Instead of being merely unpleasant or even rank, the wall of smell hit James like a truck. 
The poor human doubled over and tried not to retch, pulling his shirt up over his nose to no avail. Each sniff was like an assault on his sinuses, and every half-breath came with a gag and heave. The human tried his hardest to take a full breath, just to relieve the lack of oxygen in his brain, but his body wasn’t having it. Even Steel and Mary struggled some with the order, Steel covering his snout and the piglet’s mother shaking her head and wrinkling her nose. 
The bull lumbered towards a nearby window and opened it, and it took several minutes for the smell to clear out enough for James to stop coughing. Steel and Mary chatted quietly a few feet away the entire time; James was too caught up in his struggles to even notice. When finally looked up, wiping tears away from his eyes, the first thing he saw was Steel’s grinning mug, and Mary looking smug next to him.
“Oh-hoo boy, y’know what hubris is, James?” The bull grabbed the human by his arm and dangled him high in the air, walking him over to the changing table. “Cuz hubris is the reason why yer gonna wear that diaper lil’ Eddy just filled, just like you wanted.”


Minutes later, a kicking and protesting James was strapped down to the changing table. Steel hadn’t too much of an issue forcing him down, but the human’s struggles meant that the bull had to pull the straps somewhat tighter than he would have liked. Still, he reasoned that James deserved it for all the trouble he was putting him through, and besides, it wasn’t so tight that it was anything more than uncomfortable for James. 
On the table adjacent to James’s, Mary plopped Eddy down, pressing him on to his back so she could start undoing his diaper. The little piglet was sniggering to himself, not yet brave enough to directly tease the human, but he was certainly enjoying his triumph over the prig. Poor Mary, on the other hand, was the one who had to undo her son’s overloaded diaper. The smell was bad enough as it was, but once she undid the first strap, a wave of acrid air wafted out of the soiled padding. 
“J-Jesus!” she groaned, stumbling back a few feet and plugging her nose. “I told you to lay off the deviled eggs!” The piglet squealed with laughter, glad that he had devoured that second tray. If he had known what today was going to bring, he might have downed a third. Mary glared at her kid, and that shut him right up. He knew better than to push it with these things.
Mary set back to her task, undoing the other straps and letting Eddy lay there as she gathered the wipes and a new diaper. She went to lift Eddy’s rear up to begin wiping, but made the mistake of putting her nose too close to the toxic biohazard that Thanksgiving had became. The sow let out a yelp and dropped her son back into his diaper, stumbling back and gagging violently. “Eddy, s-swear to God, what the hell did you do to yourself?” she groused, looking up at him.
Eddy blinked, realizing that it wasn’t a rhetorical question. “W-Well, I might have snuck into the leftovers you saved…”
“You what? That was supposed to last us a week! I can’t believe you-”
Eddy interrupted his mother with a low groan, and he held his stomach as he clenched just a bit. “M-Mama, I don’t think I’m done!”
He wasn’t. Before anyone could react or even realize what was happening, Eddy’s puffy pighole flexed, letting out a burst of rancid gas before shit poured like sludge out of it. The piglet grunted and groaned in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. 
This second load was much wetter than the first, and the rancid brown slurry quickly spread out to cover the breadth of his previous load and then some. It would have leaked out the sides, had Mary not caught it and tipped the side of the diaper up. It was more green in color than the first load, though it was still brown overall, and had fewer chunks, being more constantly runny than before. The disgusting sludge sputtered out rather quickly, ending with two or three real chunks, but what it lacked in length it by far made up for in the pure vileness of it all. Mary couldn’t stop gagging, and the stench was so strong that it even made Steel and James gag, though further away they were. 
Through the whole predicament, James had laid unhappily but silently on the changing table. His face was red with the need to say something, but he knew better than to speak, or else make things worse for himself. This, however, was too much. The smell burned his nose, made his eyes water, and he knew he couldn’t stand to be wearing that disgusting bundle of filth all day - or longer, knowing Steel. 
        “F-fuck!” he finally burst out, struggling against his restraints. Steel and the sow both looked at James, the bull crossing his arms as if to dare the human to go on. James took the bait. “Fuck, fuck this, I’m not doing this!” he yelled. His neck strained as he put all his effort into breaking free from the straps. “Fuck you Steel, fuck you Mary, fuck that little shitstain piglet, none of you have any right to-”
He did go on, but by that point everyone had blocked him out, and his protests became little more effective than the sound of a fly somewhere in the room. Annoying, but unimportant. Mary went back to the work of undiapering her child, and Steel hovered nearby, lost in contemplation. 
Some minutes went by, with Mary throwing wipe after used wipe behind her. It usually took a whole box, sometimes a box and a half to clean the hog up. They gathered in a pile next to the trash bin, which only held the piglet’s piss soaked diaper. Steel glanced at the pile, idly wondering how much the poor mother spent on diaper supplies, until the diaper caught his eye and an idea formed in his head. James was still screaming his fool head off a few feet away, and, just like a buzzing fly, had become irritating to the point of forcing action.
“Say, Mary,” he said. “Don’t suppose you’ll be usin that old diaper, will ya?”
Mary shot him a bewildered glance. “What? No, of course not! Why?”
Steel chuckled. “Well, I think I might have found a use for it.” 
She shrugged and turned back to her task, nearly done at this point. “Do what you will, I don’t care.”
Steel took this as permission and bent down, grabbing the diaper from the bin. It was surprisingly hefty; four or five liters, he estimated, of vile pig piss. The smell didn’t bother him much, but he knew it would be torture to the soft-gutted human. 
The bull turned around with a malicious grin and an open diaper in his hands, and James paled. He understood what was going to happen, but shook his head adamantly. 
“N-No.” he whispered, then said again louder, “No. No! I’m sorry, there’s no way you can, I’m sorry, I’ll not, I won’t do it, I’ll shut up, I’ll - mngfff!”
The human’s renewed protests were muffled as Steel lifted James’s head up and smothered it with the piss imbued diaper. James struggled, but without the use of his limbs it was hopeless, and soon enough Steel wrapped the diaper around his human friend’s head like a mask. The soggy liner pressed against his face, with the straps secured around the back of his head to ensure it wouldn’t come off unless Steel wanted it to.
James closed his eyes and held his breath, but that could only last a few moments; his first breath in was filled with the sharp scent of piss, and his first breath out was a scream of pain. Knives stabbed at his mind as the scent assaulted his senses, and he thrashed and wailed the best he could in his restraints. Pig piss drained into his mouth as he screamed, and he was forced to swallow the burning liquid if he were to keep breathing. He soon learned to breathe only through his mouth, too. Breathing through his nose only meant he had to smell it more, and besides that, a person only gets pig piss in his sinuses once before he learns to avoid doing that ever again. 
Steel looked on with a chuckle, and even Mary glanced over with a sideways grin. 
“There, that’s better,” Steel said, shaking his head. “Loud, sure, but less swearing.” 
Mary shook her head and finished wrapping a clean diaper around Eddy’s rump, sliding the disgusting old one to the side. “Well, Eddy here’s all done, so the old one is yours! I should be going to work, but I really want to see how James handles an overfilled pig-shit diaper.” She sniffed and gagged again, stepping away. “Don’t know how you do it, Eddy! This one’s bad, even for you!”
“Well I can’t help it, Mama, it’s not like I choose what-”
Steel tuned Mary and her kid out, instead grabbing the diaper by the edges and walking it over to James. He took special care to ensure that nothing spilled on the floor, unwilling to make cleanup any more difficult than it had to be, and plopped it beside James, who recoiled from it. It didn’t touch him, of course, but the human could hear the squelch, and the rancid stench burned his nostrils, even though the filter of Eddy’s pissy diaper - which hadn’t stopped burning at this point.
“Mhnnhh! Mnhhnn, mnnnhh!” James screamed into his diaper-mask. 
Steel chuckled some and shrugged, undoing James’s pants. “Come on now, Jamesy, you ain’t gonna get outta this, and the more ya try the worse it’s gonna get. Now stop squirmin and let me undress you.”
James didn’t’ listen to Steel’s advice and flailed as much as he could under the straps, making what should have been a thirty second endeavor into something much longer. He bent his knees as much as he could to try and deny Steel access to his pants, and once Steel had yanked it off anyways, he pressed his ass against the changing table so hard that the bull had to use all his strength to strip the human naked. Steel stayed patient throughout it all. If he didn’t love diapers so much, Steel figured he would have done much the same in James’s position. Still, the man earned everything that was coming to him. 
Steel let James lay there a few minutes, bare-assed in the cold air, until the human finally stopped struggling. Only then did the bull pull the piss diaper off James’s head. James gasped like a man who had never breathed before, his chest inflating with ragged breaths. The human’s eyes were red, his skin was slick and oily with hog piss. A sight for sore eyes, truly. He stared at Steel quietly, shaking his head. Steel held his gaze, giving James hope that he might relent, but after a few moments a crooked grin graced the bull’s face and he opened up the diaper. 
“If ya struggle, it’ll just be worse for ya.” Steel said.
James let out a defeated sigh and just looked to the side. No fight remained in his tired body; he knew he was powerless, and anything he did at this point would just make things worse for him. Not that he could think of much worse than being diapered at work, especially in something so disgusting, but he knew if it was possible, the bull would figure it out. 
Steel nodded, but instead of diapering James, he stepped aside, and the sow took his place. The human whined a bit at the added humiliation of being diapered by a sow, but knew better than to say a thing. The bull nodded to the sow, and Mary lifted James’s ass up. She slid the diaper under it and let him down with a splash.
Almost immediately, James started to squirm. Pig shit is some vile stuff, and as the semi-mush slop caressed his ass it began to burn, especially on the fragile skin of his pink asshole. 
“Hah, how’s it feel, pinky?” Eddy teased James, standing next to him as his mom diapered the human. James gritted his teeth and looked away, trying to power his way through the humiliating ordeal. He could feel the solid chunks of shit floating in the more watery waste, and they collected around his asshole, almost pushing in. There’s no way he could live it down if that dumb piglet’s shit was pushed up his ass! The human clenched his asshole, which kept the shit lumps out, but only made his skin burn even worse. 
Steel frowned at James. “James, Eddy asked a question! Aren’t you going to answer?”
Though he intended his words to be harsh and angry, James’s response came as a whine. “I-It buuurns! It burns, it’s so hot!”
Eddy chortled. “Course it burns, it’s pig - uh, poop.” The piglet had been about to say ‘shit’, but was silenced with a well timed glare from his mother. 
“B-But it really, really burns! L-Like, I don’t think my skin is meant to handle… a-and it itches!” 
It hadn’t before, but as James spoke, the little bits of undigested grain really began to take  a toll on the human’s sensitive skin. It was bad before, but now the small strands began to really irritate him, causing him to itch like crazy everywhere the warm shit touched. 
Knowing this, as the sow flipped the top of the diaper over and began to retape it, she smushed around the diaper’s crush. James let out a cry of dismay as the horrid shit smeared across his cock and balls, all up the front of his groin and every crevice he was unaware of until this exact moment. He strained against the straps, longing to itch himself, adjust the diaper, anything to relieve the torture, but there was nothing he could do. James was trapped, and he knew it was his own fault. 
Mary taped up the diaper and unstrapped James from the table. Before the human had a chance to move on his own, Steel picked him up and began to slide his pants back on - he knew the underwear was a lost cause, and slipped it in his briefcase for later. It was hard going, especially with the lack of cooperation coming from James, and it took him nearly ten minutes before the bull could button James’s jeans closed. There was no question of zipping it up, but before James could complain, Steel silenced him with a finger. “You’ll have to live with it, James. You disappointed me today and you’re going to deal with whatever I say you have to deal with. Got it?”
James nodded forlornly, looking down at his feet - or he tried, but the diaper bulge was too large to see around. His ears burned, and he could feel the blush intensifying on the rest of his face. How the hell could he work like this? There was no way that no one would notice the massive diaper he had ‘hidden’ beneath his work pants! And even if the bulge wasn’t painfully obvious, anyone with a nose would smell and gag at the stench of hog shit and piss roiling off his body!
Steel anticipated James’s protests once again. “You’ll just have to deal, you hear?” James nodded again, grimacing. He couldn’t meet the sow’s eyes, and as Eddy continued to taunt him in the background he struggled not to shoot a cutting remark back. He knew it would get him in more trouble, and that wasn’t anything he needed right now. 
“Good.” Steel nodded and crossed his arms. “Now, what say we get back to work, yeah? Lunch break comes and I’ll get ya out, dontcha worry, alright? Now be a good boy and follow me.” 
James obediently trailed his bull, staring down at the ground. Shit sloshed between his legs with each step, and he was forced to waddle, or else threaten to blow out the entire diaper. The bits of grainy chunks in the pig shit made him even itchier when he walked, but there was nothing he could do about it. 
They had nearly reached the door when the piglet hurled one last epithet that set James’s cheeks on fire. Despite his better judgement, James whirled around. “Eat shit, porkloin!”
Eddy gasped in shock, and his voice cracked before he burst into large crocodile tears. Mary glared at James, who withered under the weight of her judgement. He looked to Steel for help, but the bull only frowned and crossed his arms. “C-C’mon, let’s go!” James hissed in Steel’s ear. He tried to rush towards the door, but Steel blocked his path. 
“Oh, no you don’t, you little shitstain. Talking to my Eddy like that! How dare you?” Mary screamed at the shirking human. “How DARE you?” The sow grabbed the closest bottle she found, a calf bottle, and dropped her pants. She stuck the spout in her asshole, jiggling to slide it further up, and groaned as she strained. 
“Eat shit, pinky!” Mary snarled. She strained a moment more before a brown plug shot into the bottle. There was a burst of clear white fluid that filled the bottle maybe an eighth of the way, and the rest was the same semi-solid chunky mush that the piglet had produced. James paled as he realized what she was aiming to do, but Steel wouldn’t let him run away. To his horror, she topped off the bottle with a fresh load of hot, greasy sow piss, and stomped towards the human. 
He tried to duck away, but human reflexes are notoriously slow compared to their anthropomorphic counterparts. “Gonna act like a baby with your insults? I’ll treat you like one!” Mary pulled the human towards her, picking him up with ease and holding him close to her breasts, like a ridiculously large baby. James knew it was coming, and had no way of stopping her as she forced the nipple into his mouth.
The horrid torrent of filth started to rush over his tongue immediately, and his whole body retched as it tried to rid itself of the bitter, stomach-churning mixture. James’s face turned a deep red and his eyes redder, and he forced himself to swallow the first of many mouthfuls. It burned on its way down, and it settled in his stomach like a lead ball. The scratchy strands of fiber scratched his throat as it went and he sputtered, which only sent pig piss out his nose. 
“Look at you, a human, eating sow slush, wearing a post-thanksgiving diaper from my piglet like a baby! Worse than one, because even the nastiest piglets won’t eat sow slush, but you like it, don’t you?” Mary snarled in James’s ears as she plugged his nose, forcing him to suckle the bottle down even faster. “Don’t you!” 
For his part, James could scarcely hear the sow’s insults through the blood in his ears and his own internal screaming at the torture he received. His entire world was pain and revulsion, and a test of will - him against his body, his instinct to throw it up versus his reasoning mind that told him what a terrible idea that was. Slowly but surely his will won out, and though he squirmed and screamed in the sow’s arms, and though he gagged at the grease of the piss and the thick, hard clumps of shit slurping down his throat, he was able to finish the bottle. The last to go down his throat was the hard plug that had kept the sow so full in the first place, and it went down like a horse pill. It settled in the bottom of his stomach.
Mary dumped him unceremoniously on the floor, spitting on him as he sat up. “Serves you right, pinko. Now leave me and my Eddy alone, and go pretend to be an adult.”
James didn’t have to be told twice; after a few retches and gags he picked himself up and stumbled off towards the bull, who grabbed him by his hand and led him to where they worked. The human’s eyes streamed, his nose burned, his ass protested and his belly, swollen with sow slush, was in straight up revolt. 
His eyes caught the clock as he stumbled up the hallway. 9:15. 
All this and he was late for work.