“Hey everyone! I got Yure to fill out our team!” Declan announced, as he led Yure onto the baseball diamond.

Yure looked out at the assembled cubs to see who he was dealing with this time. The game appeared to be shirts versus shirtless, and the shirt team was already assembled. Yure recognized most of them; there was a weasel and pig that were boasting and laughing amongst themselves: Marcos and Dylan, an inseparable pair since the day that they first met. A coyote boy and akita inu girl were somewhat awkwardly hanging around them. The coyote was Zach, a new but welcome addition to Dylan’s entourage. But the girl’s name, Yure couldn’t remember. She was in the year below them, but he had seen her trying to tough it out with “the big kids.” He found her slightly intimidating in her intensity (through no fault of her own: Yure found many girls intimidating) and had never even asked her name.

“Come on, we’re on shirtless,” Declan told Yure, and no sooner had he announced this that he had begun to peel off his shirt, the waistband of his white briefs poking out through his shorts. He tossed his shirt into the bleachers and ran to join two equally shirtless girls: an elephant in pantaloons and a baboon in a box-pleated skirt. Yure stared at them, not sure what to say to any of them and hoping they could just get this over with without much chit chat.

A swift game was too much to ask for though. As Yure did his best to keep his belly under control, the other players mingled, made idle conversation, and took their time even getting the equipment out from the shed. And all the while Yure was quietly hopping in place, his focus directed on preventing a public accident. Sure, it was all going to come out in his diaper eventually, but he’d rather not do it in front of an audience. He hoped he wasn’t too obvious in his desperation, although he wasn’t getting his hopes up for that either; Marcos gave him a wink and a nod as they were setting up… and the baboon (he finally remembered her name was Kimmy) asked him point blank if he needed to “go caca.” Thankfully she took his denial at face value.

After an agonizing wait, the game finally began. By this point, the pressure in Yure’s insides had reached the point where he could no longer run or even pay attention to where the ball was. The top of the inning consisted of him mostly focusing on his own issues while the game went on around him. In the bottom of the inning, he stumbled up to bat, twitching and sweating. He picked up the bat and bent his knees, hoping it would help. It didn’t. He still felt at any moment like his pee was going to force its way out of him with the pressure of a fire hose, and his bowels would fire their contents like a rocket into his diaper. His kegel muscles were feeling the strain, and in an act of desperation he leaned against the bat, allowing the base to grind against his diaper and supply some additional pressure. The hard wood pressed against his swollen shaft, and he gasped, relishing the bit of pleasure among the pain.

He was too distracted riding the bat to notice the first pitch go sailing right past him. But Declan, eagle-eyed as always, saw it all. When Yure made a half-effort swing at the second pitch, the bear cub made his way to the pitch. “I know that look, Yure!” he said. His tone was serious, but he was more concerned than upset. “You really have to go, don’t you? If you don’t go now, you’re going to go in your pants. You don’t want to do that, do you?”

There was no fooling Declan about his bodily needs. But maybe he could fool the bear cub about something else. “You’re right,” he said. “I do have to go. In fact, I’m going to go right now!” It no longer mattered to him if he was disrupting the game; he needed to get out of there. Yure suspected that Declan wouldn’t challenge him on it. The bear cub would trip over himself if it meant encouraging a friend to answer the call of nature.

Sure enough, the beat cub gave him a sympathetic nod, just as predicted. “You better hurry then. I’ll tell everyone else.”

Yure immediately turned and waddled off, aiming to lose Declan around the edge of the building, shouting behind him, “No need to follow me, I already know how to get there!”

He turned the corner and stopped to catch his breath, one paw pushing into his stomach to ease the uncomfortably full feeling from within. Why was finding a spot to poop so hard today? He couldn’t go back to his usual pooping place without cutting back through the baseball game; he’d have to find some place to go that was on this side of the building.

He stumbled over to the jungle gym, his churning gut threatening to void his bowels all on their own. The criss-crossing metal bars of the dome climber only partially obscured him, but it was better than nothing. He tried to climb through one of the many triangular holes in the structure, but winced as he lifted both legs off the ground and the metal bar pressed into his belly.

“What are you doing, weirdo?”

Oh no, not now. He could handle being caught, but not by her.

He slowly turned his head to see the rabbit girl Vitoria watching him. This shifted his balance enough that he toppled into the dome, the sand breaking his fall. The metal bars surrounded him now, like a cage. He was boxed in, as Vitoria slowly approached him and rested her paws on the jungle gym. He could never feel at ease around her, and he certainly couldn’t relieve himself like this!

“Oh, hey, Vitoria. I was just trying to find a nice spot to… um, well, I was going to…”

“Going to piss your diaper?” Yure shrunk away from her, and the rabbit girl took that as confirmation; she stuck out her tongue and grimaced. “We all saw you touching yourself during class today. You don’t really care who knows how gross you are.” She scoffed and leaned against the metal latticework. “Go ahead, then. Pretend I’m not here.” She leaned back and closed her eyes, but after a moment opened one eye to watch him.

There was no way he could do his business like this, so he ran the other way, climbing out of the jungle gym on the opposite side as Vitoria and making a mad dash for freedom. His belly wasn’t happy about this, the heavy weight in his guts pushing against his insides in a way that made him stumble: his poop needed to come out [i]now.[/i]

Yure’s vision narrowed as he stumbled over to the side of the school building. He couldn’t tell if his position was still hidden, and he was beyond the point of caring. His gut rumbled painfully, with an intensity that could no longer be ignored. This cycle of public embarrassment was nearly over: one way or another, he was about to feel relief. Meanwhile, the immense pressure in his bladder waged a war with his stiff erection. He dropped into a squat and leaned against the brick wall of the school, his lower body relaxing. Whatever happened next was out of his control.

And then…

“What are you doing?”

Of course someone else had spotted him. Looking up, Yure saw a red panda boy with one arm, which he was currently bracing against his knee in order to support his body in a squat that brought the two cubs to eye level. This was Eos, the class whizz kid. Yure thought about running away again, or asking him to leave, but he was worn out. His body was demanding release, and by this point the pain was bad enough that it was worth some embarrassment to get rid of it. So this time, Yure decided this time that he wasn’t going to let anything interrupt him. He just answered honestly instead: “I’m going to the bathroom.”

“In your diaper?”

[i]Of course I’m going in my diaper, you nosey panda. Aren’t you supposed to be a genius?[/i] But instead of saying that out loud, he just said, “Uh huh.” His gut convulsed again, and he realized that if Eos wasn’t going to give him privacy, he was going to have to multitask and relieve himself while keeping up the conversation.

He took a deep breath and stopped holding back his aching bowels. Almost immediately, he felt an internal pressure on his bladder, and he had to jam his paw into the front of his padding to stop more than a couple dribbles from leaking out. But it worked: it was already difficult enough for him to pee through his erection, and the extra pressure from his paw was enough to stem the flow. As an added bonus, his shaky paw against his padding was quite pleasurable, his dick giving a satisfied twitch. He did his best to ignore his audience and pushed on his bowels, anything to get that urge out of him so that he could focus on the much more pleasurable urges between his legs. He felt his bowels move, but so did his bladder, as a small trickle of piss was pushed out of his urethra and dribbling into his padding. This wouldn’t do; he reached into his diaper and began to stroke, feeling his member harden even further under the stimulation. If he wanted to hold back the flood, his dick would need to be sturdy and unyielding. 

He watched Eos sit cross-legged across from him, the red panda’s own erection visibly tending the front of his athletic shorts. He wanted to tell him off for being a perv, but he honestly didn’t care at the point. Let him watch.

Yure took a deep breath, and then he began to push. He didn’t try to hold back his pleasurable moans: the whole school could watch for all he cared, as long as he got to feel relief. There was a tightness inside him that was pushing now not only against his bladder, but his prostate as well. Whenever it felt like his bladder was going to burst, he stroked his dick harder, willing his rigid member to hold back the flow. But this had its own problem: he could feel his chest tightening, his breath coming quicker. He only had so much sexual stamina, and he was burning through it fast. He tensed and pushed harder, desperate for relief.

And then it happened. He felt his bowels unload into his diaper, and the relief was overwhelming. His dick pulsed in his trembling hand as he came too, a dry orgasm that left no evidence of his misdeed, but left him breathless as he slowly came down from the pleasure that had washed over him… and Eos was still standing there, watching him. “Enjoy the show?” he asked dryly. The red panda shrugged: a gesture that Yure somehow found more offensive than the peeping. If he was going to have his privacy violated, he wanted his vouyer to at least enjoy it.

He couldn’t dwell on this though, because with his orgasm behind him, his erection was shrinking, which made holding back his strained bladder even harder. He rubbed the front of his diaper and shifted between his feet uneasily. This was his favorite part, when he was teetering on the edge of an accident… but his body had been through too much to hold back anymore. He could feel himself leaking: first a trickle, then a gentle stream. His entire body relaxed as he gave up the fight, enjoying the warmth spreading through his diaper and tickling his fur. He fell onto his butt, the impact softened by his squishy diaper. Even when the flow stopped, he laid back and basked in the afterglow.

The next thing he heard was the whistle calling all the cubs back in from recess. Had he fallen asleep? Or had his misadventure taken longer than he had thought? Eos was gone, having scampered away while Yure was out of it. He clambered to his feet, his legs forcibly spread by the sodden and heavy padding. He’d been meaning to change before having to go back inside, but it was a little late for that now.

As the cubs filed back into the school building, he spotted Severo. “Hey, big bro,” he said as he slid up to the black kitten, doing his best to play it cool despite the obvious load in his diaper. “I don’t suppose we can take a detour to the bathroom and clean up?” His plan was obvious: both cubs knew that he only called Severo “big bro” when he had a favor to ask.

Severo was completely unphased, showing Yure a sign that he had already written. ([i]Am I that predictable?[/i] Yure thought.) The sign read: [i]I already told you I’m not changing you. Next time, try using the toilet.[/i]

“That’s fair. Still, worth a shot.” Yure was about ready to give in and head to class when he noticed something curious: a telltale splotch in the front of Severo’s briefs. “Looks like I’m not the only one who had an exciting recess,” he said, playfully reaching for Severo’s crotch before his hands got swatted away with the sign. “Hey, I’m just asking! Tell me what happened!” Severo pulled away and faded back into the throng of cubs.

“Eh, I’ll ask him later,” he said as he headed back to class. There were enough things in life to be anxious about, and this wasn’t one of them. Today could still be a good day.