The fifteen year old otter boy stared at the clock on the wall, only five more minutes till the day was over, and maybe fifteen minutes after that till he could live out a little fantasy that had been put in his brain by the weird porn he had stumbled onto a few days before, it was gross and he knew it, but there was just something about the whole idea that had been driving him crazy. He had come up with a plan, steal one of his little sisters night time diapers, that was easy enough to do, then put his  belt around his neck and wrap one end around something solid to choke himself while he pawed off. The problem was he couldn’t find anything solid enough at about the right height at home, so the plan changed, and here he was. He was wearing blue bib overalls to try and hide the diaper he was wearing underneath - thank god it wasn’t a gym day - though the whole day he was nervous as hell about it, he liked how soft they were and how tightly they clung to his skinny body but every time he moved or sat down it made soft crinkle noises and even though no one said anything, he was certain everyone knew and had been staring and giggling about it behind his back all day. That alone, and he found it weird, had been keeping him horny. It hadn’t helped that at lunch time, he was delayed too much trying to use the urinal and wound up wetting the diaper as well, his nose wasn’t sensitive enough to tell, but he could see his canine classmates noses twitching any time he went near them.  The auto-erotic asphyxia part  he had researched heavily, and he had decided that since everyone always told him he was really smart, the people who had had accidents  just weren’t smart enough about it. How hard could it be, he thought to himself, just tie it tight while sitting tall on the knees, then lower your body down to a kneeling position, jerk off quick and stand back up.  He wasn’t gonna do something stupid like try to hang himself or anything like that. 

The class bell  rang, and he stood up, blushing and grinning, finally! He walked slow, his cock throbbing a little in its tightly padded confines, letting everyone else clear out of the halls ahead of him, taking his time at his locker, chatting with a few friends briefly - he hated how much his voice cracked when he was horny, so he listened more than talked, then made his way into the empty washroom, locking himself into the handicapped stall. He figured he had about 15 - 20 minutes before the janitors showed up which should be plenty of time.  The otter reached down to slip his belt off then remembered…no…he hadn’t even worn a belt today, you didn’t need a belt with overalls and in his haste to get out of the house in the morning, he didn’t think to throw one in his backpack…he looked around, thinking for a bit, and a new idea formed in his lust driven mind. If it would work, anyway. Experimentally, he undid the clasp for one of the shoulder straps and wrapped it loosely around his neck, it was about six inches short of  the clasp, but the stretchy material should reach and pull juuust snug enough.  This should do. 


He takes a deeep ragged breath,  lifts up on the bib and tugged down firmly on the strap - man, that kinda hurts a little, he thinks, but that was a given he thought, fumbling and fiddling to get the clasp back together, he can barely still breath its so tight around his throat, but that should be good enough. So he drops down to his knees, slips a paw down into his still damp, girly diaper and starts rubbing himself. If he had a mirror he’d be able to see how dark red his face was already, his ragged choked little moans between ragged breaths echoing in the empty bathroom. He paws quickly and steadily, lost in pleasure, bucking forwards and backwards against his paw,  between the scent of his piss, the steady drop in his available oxygen despite the thing breaths he’s taken and the sheer lewdness of pawing off in a diaper in the school washroom drove him wild, and within a minute his head tilted back, making the elastic strap tighten up that last bit to cut off his air, and silently grunts out his orgasm. He rides it out for another twenty seconds, then slips his paw free, wiping it off on the lap of his overalls, and stands back up. He can’t see it but his face is purple, and when he stood up, his foot caught on the cuff of his clothes, holding that strap tight.  


Perfectly timed he thinks, he was just starting to get dizzy and see sparks in his vision.  He reaches up and fumbles with the clasp, having trouble with it, he tries tugging on the strap to give him some slack, getting none out of it, his eyes go wide in fear and he starts bouncing around in panic. “oh shit oh shit oh shit, I can’t breath and I can’t get this damn clasp…come on, think, there’s gotta be some way. You idiot why didn‘t I just wait till I had a belt…stupid…shit…” he fumbles more, sinking back to his knees in front of the toilet in fear and defeat, whining, he just couldn’t get the damn clasp to go free, darkness was closing in around his vision, but there was that click at the door and the rumble of the janitors mop bucket. Maybe he was saved, he thought with dim hopefulness, but kneeling in front of the toilet in a locked stall, the janitor just thinks some kid is having stomach trouble and ignores it, the janitors earbuds blasting music too loud to hear the strangled whines of the dying child not eight feet away.  With a heavy head and a final, whimper, the blue faced otter succumbs to the darkness and slumps down over the toilet. The diaper collecting the last of his urine.