Can't Keep It In
I had taken to sitting in the front when I had Chemistry class. Now, don't get the wrong idea: I'm not aiming for teacher's pet, and I'm not exactly the most eager student.
I sat in the front of the class because everyone else sits as far back as possible, and I was immensely afraid someone would find out about my diapers.
It was just a kink to start with, and back then of course I didn't wear them to class--I do try to keep my fetish life to myself. But then I spent a whole summer wearing them 24/7 and since then... well, since then I've been having honest accidents.
Now, the usual diapers I enjoyed, well, they were those huge super-poofy ones that'll just absorb everything you throw at them all day. It's the whole point, right? But that utility makes them absolutely impossible to hide if you wanted to wear them out in public.
So I went out and got a cheap grocery-store brand, which at least offered discretion, though testing in the privacy of my dorm room suggested they had roughly the capacity of an eyedropper.
Damned if you do, damned if you don't.
I sat in classes with fear levels through the roof, praying my bladder and bowel would hold and I wouldn't have to endure the inevitable public humiliation.
At least I had the row of seats to myself.
Until the boar noticed.
The first day Crew sat beside me in Chemistry class, I figured the jig was up. I had already wet a little that morning, and if I could smell it through the paper-thin discount diapers, surely it was obvious to the boar's big snout.
Anxiety flared, and between my wetness, and the smell of my wetness, and the fear of the boar noticing my wetness, and the lecture on covalent bonds I should've been listening to, and the distracting way I could see just the edge of Crew's belly sticking out from under his shirt, well... my brain sort of shut down from the overload.
Crew reached over and tapped my antler with a pencil, and I nearly fell out of my chair. "What--"
The boar gestured to the front of the class, where the professor was looking at me expectantly.
"Oh, uh... I'm sorry, I missed the question..."
The professor sighed. "Yes, you did," he said, and returned to his lecture.
After class, Crew followed me out. "Where are you headed next, boss?"
"I have swim next, but... uh, I'll need to go back to my dorm for, ah, a change..."
"I'll be in the gym myself," he said. "Maybe I'll see more of you."
Something about the way he said that made me even more apprehensive. To the point, in fact, where I found I was wetting myself again.
Of course, given my prior wetness, that practically guaranteed an overflow. As I felt piss start to trickle down my leg I excused myself and rushed back to my room as quickly as possible.
Swim was an even more worrying ordeal than the other classes. At least in classrooms I could sit in a chair and wear my padding in peace--but I didn't have anything that would serve me in the water. I could only hope not to make any embarrassing messes, and to hear from my advisor about a course change as soon as possible.
The period itself went by without incident, but Crew found me in the locker room as I was buttoning up my shirt afterwards.
"Bit of a risk, isn't it?"
I lowered my head, my antlers hitting the locker with a metallic thunk. "I get it. You know about me. Please leave me alone."
The boar smirked, tapping the side of his snout. "It's between you and me, boss. Just thinking you should be a little more careful."
He nodded down to my crotch, where a new patch of wetness was spreading. I hadn't even noticed. Before I could even think of trying to hold it back, I was gushing hard enough that my shoes were filling up with the musky piss dripping down my pants.
By the time my bladder calmed down, Crew had left. I went back to my room and resolved to stay in the industrial-strength diapers, embarrassment be damned. Maybe I had some loose clothes to wear over them...
Lunchtime came and I took a nondescript table alone somewhere in the middle of the cafeteria's dining area, pondering my options as I munched cheap ravioli. I hadn't really budgeted for needing diapers this semester, so I couldn't really go on this way. Hmm... how hard would it be to go through potty training again? I'm a grown deer, after all.
Crew pulled out the chair in front of me and took a seat. "Hello there. Staying dry?"
"Oh God," I sighed.
"Hey now," he said. "That's not fair, is it? Have I done you any wrong?"
I stared stubbornly at my plate. "I don't want anyone to know, boar."
"I told you, it's between you and me. Come on, at least look a friend in the face."
I looked up at him. Bright brown eyes, and an honest expression of concern turning to a smile as he met my gaze.
"You want to hang out for a bit?"
Crew's room was draped extensively in rugs and flags and hangings, which gave a riotous crowded feel to what was actually a pretty open space. The room lacked major furniture; his main effects appeared to be a large mattress in one corner and a laptop piled up on a couple of milk crates.
"And this is the place," he said, flomping down on his mattress and patting it with his paw to indicate I should sit by him.
Apprehensions rose: He couldn't really be interested in me, can he? And: I'm still in an enormous diaper. And worse: He's totally got hidden cameras and I'm going to be the laughingstock of Tumblr.
I sat down by the boar.
Crew got on all fours and pressed his snout firmly against my crotch, the hidden padding bulging out around it a little.
He inhaled deeply. "I love the smell of a diaper. But I loved the smell of your piss more."
"I don't think I h--"
The boar's snout ground against my padding, an action that was suddenly much...sloshier.
I couldn't hold back my blush. Yes, I had a cute boar worshipping my padded crotch. That's what it's all about, isn't it? But, if I couldn't even notice I'd started pissing till after the fact, I was basically doomed to wear diapers forever.
(But...that's what it's all about, isn't it?)
The boar rooted into the padded front of my diaper as I flooded it more and more, a stream that seemed to have no end.
Despite this, the boar's attentions made my poor helpless cock stiffen, straining against the confines of my padding. Crew's expressive snout traced the outline of my bulge, titillating me further.
"Fuck, I want to taste you," he said.
I hesitated--I didn't think I could get my piss under control, and I didn't want to make a mess of my host's room.
But Crew made the decision for me, pulling down the front of my pants and diaper and soaking himself with my piss before taking my shaft into his maw.
He drank deeply from me. Despite the gush of piss escaping his muzzle around my cock, I could feel him swallowing deeply. After a few moments, he pulled off to swallow again, inhale deeply, growl "More!", and engulf my dick to the base.
I felt my shaft pulsing in his throat as I kept filling the boar with an ever-increasing load of piss. I half worried where it was all coming from, but at least I knew where it was going.
And as I looked down, I saw Crew's shirt riding higher as his belly filled.
I felt like a fire hose blasting down the boar's throat, and still he drank thirstily from my dick, the boar's belly continuing to swell and round out until his shirt was rolled up bra-like under his chest.
I could feel the pressure of my piss trying to escape back out his throat, a steady warm backwash along my shaft as I continued to fill him.
Well, you know what? If he wants more, he'll get it.
I slid my legs under his arms, gripping him in place against my crotch.
And I started pushing out the piss faster.
Just a little flexing of the cock, you know, to strengthen the flow... it works wonders at an unnaturally full blast.
Crew actually flinched at the increase in the stream, letting out a little blurk that dampened my balls with regurgitated piss.
His body swelled further, belly ridiculously taut and round under him, and still I kept going.
The gurgle and slosh of the fluid filling his body were soon joined by the whimpers of the boar himself, and the muffled explosive sounds of internal organs bursting open from the stress.
The boar between my legs became considerably sloshier as piss filled every area of his body. I could feel the torrent of piss roiling under his hide where my legs were holding him in place.
And the stream kept coming. The boar was little more than a water balloon full of deer piss now, his body losing all shape as his torso took on nearly spherical proportions. His hide stretched out so much I could see patches of skin among thinning fur.
And I started to feel resistance.
I tightened my legs' grip around Crew's neck.
I heard vague creaking noises from his body as the strength of his hide began to fail.
I held my breath and warded my eyes.
POW.
Piss and scraps of pork exploded in all directions, soaking me and a good half of the room.
I looked down to see Crew's muzzle still around my cock, though the light was no longer in his eyes. The smell of piss was everywhere but mercifully my bladder had finally run dry.
And I really, really needed to get off.
I took the detached head of the defunct boar by the ears and started thrusting deep in its throat. The coat of piss served as decent lube, and I was close enough to climax already that I was able, before it dried out too much, to slam the boar's snout against my crotch and watch my load of cum shoot out the open end of his throat.
I slumped back panting among Crew's soaked pillows still covered in bits of his meat and took a rest until he could come back.
It was only a few minutes before the boar respawned in the bed beside me. "Ow," he said, sitting up and surveying the glorious mess.
"Too much?" I said.
He picked up the original copy of his head and stared at it with an unreadable expression. "Never," he said. "But next time, we should do the property damage at your place."