Spring 1999, an average Tuesday. Sunshine beamed through the school bus windows. It was a beautiful day, with plenty of vibrant city scenery going by outside the windows. Too bad most of the cubs on the bus were too absorbed in their Gameboys to truly appreciate it.
Mark, a chubby boar boy was no different. He even brought a game link cable so he could play it with his best friend, an equally chubby and nerdy beaver Trevor, who was currently kicking his butt in Pokemon red. 
The class was on a fieldtrip to the planetarium. Mark himself had no particular interest or dislike of science or space, but this trip, like all the others, felt bittersweet. On hand, he wasn’t stuck inside a stuffy classroom listening to a boring lecture go on and on. But on the other hand, the poor cub was “gifted” with IBS, every minute spent without a bathroom in sight unnerved him. What happens if they get stuck in traffic? What if they go somewhere without bathrooms? What if they have bathrooms but there’s long lines? Even if he did successfully find an unoccupied stall fast enough to save his undies, a cold dirty toilet seat and a listening audience never felt welcoming no matter how many times he faced it. Though, at the moment he felt fine. No urgent bathroom needs for now. And looking out the window, they were making steady progress in smooth flowing traffic. Ok, there’s nothing to worry about. They’ll at the planetarium and within safe distance of several (hopefully empty and clean) bathrooms soon…
“Ha! I win!”
“Huh?” Mark turned back to his game and found that Trevor’s puny eevee somehow managed to knock out his Charizard, his last remaining Pokémon. “Aww man!”
Trevor laughed at his ridiculous victory but stopped when he noticed Mark taking concerned glances at the window again. “Hey, you alright? You’ve been kinda distracted all game.”
“H-huh? Oh, I’m fine.” Mark felt a little embarrassed to be caught thinking about his bathroom woes. Pretty stupid thing to lose a game over. “I’m just…really excited to get to the planetarium.”
“Really? I thought you didn’t like space stuff.”
	“Some of it’s kinda cool.” 
	“You think they’ll have a display on Vulcan or Altair system?” Trevor asked, his small ears perked. 
	“Uh…maybe? I don’t think those are real planets though.”
	“Well, the Altair system is a real star system. It would be really cool if they had a bunch of stuff about Star Trek since a lot of it based off real life space stuff…” Trevor went on for a while about his favorite lore and their real-life parallels. It was nice to listen to Trevor talk about his space fascination, it helped take Mark’s mind off his anxieties. It was a field trip after all, he should be enjoying his day out of the classroom.
	In a short while, the bus finally arrived at the planetarium. Mark was relieved to see he had made it with no emergencies. First thing into to the building he saw a pair of restrooms just beyond the ticket desk, next to the presumably overpriced giftshop. Good to know. He still felt fine, but as with any trip he made a mental note of his options just in case. 
	“Mark look!” Trevor tugged his shoulder and pointed to the hall past the ticket desk. The dark stretch was illuminated by a smattering of white sparkling lights on the ceiling that mimicked a night sky, along with the otherworldly glow of a life-sized moonwalk mockup. And if he adjusted his glasses and looked beyond the end of the hall, he could see the vivid colors of several other planetary displays, some of which even moved.
“Woah…” Mark was taken aback by the magical visuals. Perhaps this feeling right now was what Trevor felt every time he looked up at a stary night sky.
“Right?! That looks so cool!”
	After their teacher secured the tickets, the class told to buddy up into pairs (with Mark and Trevor choosing each other of course) before they were led double file into the hall. Their first steps into the planetarium were just as mesmerizing as it looked from the front, maybe a little too much. The dark and echoey room felt suffocating, much like the environment it imitated. The creepy model astronauts planted on top of artificial moonrock gave Mark more chills. Looking into its black lifeless sun visor was like staring into a void, not as fun as all those space movies. But of course, the geometric carpeting beneath his feet, the one flickering light in the ceiling, and Trevor excitedly tugging at his shoulder brought him back to their oxygenated reality.
	This odd mix of amazement and fear didn’t last long for Mark, however. As once they were out of the hall, they were met by their peppy but droning seagull tour guide. Kind of funny how the magic of mysterious space objects goes away when you add a sensible explanation to their existence. It was all too easy for Mark and many others in the class to zone out while they stopped every so often for a science/history combo lesson of the featured display. Trevor on the other hand ate up every opportunity to learn more. The lack of a Star Trek exhibit was made up for by the fact their tour guide was also a huge Trekkie and made relevant references to Trevor’s delight.
	They went through the exhibits detailing all the 9 planets (remember, 90s!), and that one where they got to see real moon rocks which, was kind of cool despite the long explanation on their mineral make up or something. In the midst of yet another impromptu Q&A on the International Space Station, Mark found his mind wandering again, wishing he could go back to his Gameboy, when suddenly, he felt it. 
	He briefly stiffened up and inhaled for a gasp, but that quickly faded to an exasperated sigh. Why should he be surprised? With his “gift”, he got that feeling, that sudden urge, multiple times a day. Nothing unusual for the poor boar. Even in between moments of zooning out, Mark kept his eyes peeled for bathrooms. He knew one they weren’t far from one right now, and he should probably ask their teacher if he could go, but…it would be embarrassing to go up to her now. His meek voice interrupting the gull guide’s lecture, the whole class turning their heads to see what the fuss was about, only to hear his bathroom request. Ugh…he’d be a laughingstock.
	He rubbed his lower belly. The cramping was mild, he could wait till this speech was finished and sneak over to her on the way to the next exhibit. They shouldn’t take that much longer, not much to say about a big satellite…right?
	“Hey, hey, Mark!” Trevor whispered and nudged his friend. 
	“Yeah?” Trevor opened his mouth to respond, but only giggled. “W-what?” Mark felt himself blush, was his need that obvious?
	“I gotta take a huge dump.” He barely managed to whisper before breaking into more giggles.
	“Really? Me too!” Mark couldn’t help but smile, relieved he wasn’t the butt of a joke.
	“Hehe, yeah! I had like 5 pancakes for breakfast, I can feel them moving to my butt.”
	“Pffft, you didn’t eat that much.” Trevor was just slightly smaller than Mark, and he couldn’t eat that much. Well, not that his “gift” would let him.
	“Yeah I did! I had a ton of bacon and so much orange juice too…ooh, I kinda have to pee too.” Trevor briefly shifted a paw to his crotch with a look of consideration on his face, as if determining how strong his need was.
	“Ugh, don’t say that you’ll make me have to pee too.” Mark didn’t pee before he left the school like his parents always warned. He was too concerned about his other end to give his bladder any mind.
	“You don’t usually eat that much?” Trevor asked while glancing down, perhaps wondering where the matching pudge came from.
	“No, I can’t really eat a lot at once.”
	“Why not?”
	Mark felt himself blush again. Of all the people to tell, Trevor should be least likely to judge him. “Because, um, I-I get diarrhea a lot, and sometimes that makes it worse.”
	“Oh…” Trevor managed to hold a straight face for a good 3 seconds before choking back a laugh. 
	“It’s not funny!” Mark rasped, his cheeks burning red.
	“Aw c’mon dude, poop is funny! And I get diarrhea sometimes, especially after eating spicy stuff.” Mark didn’t reply. He didn’t feel like talking about bodily functions anymore, he felt the pressure down below starting to shift. “You wanna go to the bathroom and poop together?” Mark’s red grump face shifted to one of shock and mild repulsion. Trevor blinked at sudden change. “What? Is that weird?”
	“Yeah! …Kinda.” Mark didn’t know if it truly ‘weird,’ but he knew he didn’t want his friend to bare witness to his unflattering bathroom noises.
	“Trevor! Marcus!” The semi-peace of their discussion was broken by their mare teacher’s stern voice. “Is there something you’d like to share with the class?”
	Mark was suddenly met with several pairs of eyes as the entire class shifted their attention to the duo. Endless rows of classmates eager for any weird or awkward mannerism to laugh at, his worst nightmare. “N-no Ms. Avalon!” He quickly spat out.
	Trevor however, lacked that same hyper-awareness. “Ms. Avalon, can Mark and I go to the bathroom?”
	Snickers arose from the class. Ms. Avalon cocked an eyebrow at the question. “I see no reason for why you need to go together, but you’ll both have to wait. We’re in the middle of some important topics right now and I can’t have to you missing it.”
	“Ok Ms. Avalon.” Trevor replied, unphased. Meanwhile, Mark glared at him. Way to make them both seem like freaks. “What?”
	“Nothing…” Mark mumbled and turned back to their guide. Not much to do for now but wait it out and try to forget about the rising pain in his colon.
	As it turned out, there was quite a lot to say about a big satellite in space. Tons of history of how it came to be, all the countries that participated, technical jargon, all that juicy stuff. All the while the feeling in Mark’s lower gut rose and rose in intensity. Not helping either was the combined bloat of his bladder, Trevor’s urge was contagious. He kept his arms pressed to his side, trying hard to not rub his stomach or hold himself. He already had enough embarrassment for one day.
	Trevor also seemed to be quite ready to move on, for he had finally run out of questions for their guide. His foot tapping and paws just so coincidentally folded over his crotch made that even more obvious. The pair momentarily locked eyes, sharing worried expressions, before Trevor suddenly pulled a funny face that made them both chuckle. It brought Mark some comfort that he wasn’t the only one suffering right now.
	Finally, the class was moving again. Mark winced as his insides sloshed and churned with each step. He subtly—or at least as subtle a boy his size could—slinked to the back of the line where he could talk to their teacher with some privacy. “Ms. Avalon…” He started quietly.
	“Yes Marcus?” She looked down at him in that intimidating way teachers always do.
	He gulped and continued. “C-can I go to the bathroom now?”
	“Can I go too?” Mark jumped as Trevor suddenly appeared next to him. Great minds think alike.
	“I don’t like the idea of you both going at the same time just to goof off.” Their teacher responded with a less than pleased tone.
	“No, we both just really have to go I promise!” Mark pleaded, annoyed that Trevor’s presence rose suspicions.
	“Just wait until we get out of this exhibit hall. You’ll miss too much if you leave now.”
	Well, it looked like another long wait ahead. At least at the back of the line Mark had privacy to hold his ailing stomach and add a twist to his step.
	“Hey Mark?” Trevor called his attention. He walked with a noticeably stiff gait.
	“Yeah?”
	“You see that trash can over there?” Trevor pointed ahead to a small trashcan cast in the shadow a closet door indentation.
	“Yeah.”
	“You think I could poop in that?” He asked with a mischievous grin.
	Mark gasped. “Trevor no!” 
	“I’m gonna do it!”
	“Don’t, you’re gonna get caught!”
	“I can’t hold it dude! Be my look out!”
	Mark really didn’t want his friend to get in trouble, but a part of him also thought it would be funny. So, when Trevor started unbuckling his belt, Mark only sighed and anxiously scanned their surroundings. The rest of the class kept following the guide, unaware of the two breakaways.
	Mark turned his head back at the sound of giggles. He caught an eyeful of Trevor’s sizeable brown backside hovering just above the can. Another blush rose on his cheeks. He felt like he wasn’t supposed to be seeing this, in fact he knew he was supposed to be, but he couldn’t lookaway. When he squinted enough, he could even see his mini beaver balls tucked just between those thighs-
	“Marcus!” Mark flinched hearing his full first name from such a stern familiar voice. He already knew who he’d find storming towards them before he even turned his head. “Why aren’t you with the rest of the group?”
	“Uh-oh!” Trevor scrambled to whip his pants back on. 
	“Uh, s-sorry Ms. Avalon, Trevor was just tying his shoe, a-and I-I didn’t want t-to leave him s-since he’s my p-partner a-and all.”
	Ms. Avalon wanted to see for her own eyes, not fully trusting the nervous speech, nor why Mark was standing spread eagle in front of a doorway. But just as he said, Trevor was kneeled behind him on the floor fiddling with his shoelaces. “Hurry up, you’re both missing some important history.”
	“Ok Ms. Avalon.” They both replied before she went back to the rest of the class.
	“O-oh my god…” Mark sighed and doubled over, holding his stomach. The stress of that little stunt didn’t help his bowels much. He softly gasped, a quiet slick fart slipped out of him before he could clench it back. He fanned it away with his tail, thankful it was silent.
	“That was close!” Trevor whispered, “I didn’t even get my pants all the way back on!” A smile on his face, he stood up and let his pants fall back to his ankles, leaving him exposed in his NASA briefs. “Like my undies?”
	“Trevor!” Mark flustered. If he wasn’t in so much pain right now he would’ve whipped those pants back on himself. But at least it gave him some time to…uh…admire his silly friend’s rather nice thighs. Not to mention he was impressed by Trevor’s ability to dress for the occasion.
	“Ok, Ok.” Trevor bent over to reach for his pants but froze. “Ooh…”
	“What happened?”
	“M-my stomach.” He groaned. Mark watched on concerned as he strained and shook. His friend just narrowly avoided getting caught, don’t let him have an accident…FRRRRRT! “Ah…” With that urgent pressure subsided, Trevor causally continued to redress himself.
	“Oh my god…” Mark chuckled. Trevor’s too much.
	“It slipped out!” He said while fixing his belt. “Aw man…” He squeezed his crotch. “I think I peed a little…Ms. Avalon really surprised me, hehe.” He remarked, obviously embarrassed.
	“At least you didn’t poop yourself.” Mark reassured, hoping he didn’t jinx them both. “Let’s go before she comes back.” He grit his teeth against the stabbing pains in his lower body as he stiffly started walking. He wanted to hunch over to take pressure off his intestines, but that only put more on his bladder. Vice versa for pushing his hips forward. He could only do his best to keep a straight stiff posture.
	“Mark, wait up!” Trevor called out, hobbling behind and full on grabbing himself. Bringing his bowels to the brink of release took a toll on his stamina. Mark slowed down just enough to let him catch up, but not enough to shake the very fragile equilibrium inside him. By the time they had caught up to the class, they had mostly recomposed themselves. Mark stood with his thighs pressed together and a slight tremble, while Trevor kept a semi casual cross-legged stance, taking advantage of the fact everyone was looking towards the guide
	Ms. Avalon briefly gave the pair an icy look before turning back to their speaker. The class was receiving an explanation on the science of meteorites, while standing in front of a display that supposedly contained one. 
	Knowing he still had to wait for a bathroom break, Mark tried his best to pay attention. It was kind of…ngnn, cool to see a…ugh, m-meteor in person even if…ooh, it did look just kind of like a…mmhf, a regular rock. Oh god, his stomach felt like it was going to explode, and his bladder felt all too ready put out the ensuing fires. He checked for anyone watching and slipped a paw to his crotch, while slowly grinding his knee on his other leg. 
	Trevor wasn’t having it much easier either. He was trying hard to keep his squirms to a minimum and rubbed his stomach. His cross-legged position did good to keep his bladder at bay, but he was feeling a strong need to move, and to move soon.
 Suddenly Mark felt a harsh cramp tear through him. It made him involuntarily jerk forward against it. Some of his surrounding classmates took notice. He felt his body forcing a pressure downwards. “N-no!” He whispered to himself. He closed his eyes and clenched as hard as he could, but he couldn’t stop it. Please, please, he mentally pleaded with his body, not here!
He shook feeling a hot and greasy squeaking fart forcing its way out of his butt. Mark gasped when it ended, opening his teary eyes. The pressure dissipated but he was shaken up—literally, by that close call. He was also disheartened to find his briefs feeling a little damp after that struggle.
“Did you just fart!?” A thoroughly disgusted cat girl turned to ask him.
	“N-no!” He responded quickly, face beet red. Though, the foul smell revealed the truth.
	“Yes you did!” A beagle boy retorted, before coughing and fanning the air. “And you stink!”
	“No he didn’t!” Trevor interjected. “It was me! And I got another one!” Trevor widened his stance and pushed out a loud bubbling wet bout of gas. He ended it with a relieved smile, and fanned the fumes with his tail. The class erupted with laughter, except for Mark, who looked at him feeling shocked, but very, very grateful.
	“Quiet class! Quiet!” Ms. Avalon bellowed. Every tittering cub went silent within seconds. “Trevor, Marcus! This is unacceptable behavior for a field trip. If this continues, you will both be given detention first thing back in class. Do you both understand me?!”
	“Yes Ms. Avalon.” They both answered trembling in place, not entirely out of fear. She held her scowl over them for a moment before she turned back and apologized to their guide for the interruption. Thankfully for the pair, their avian guide was ready move on anyway. 
	“Hey Trevor,” Mark whispered. “Thanks for trying to take the blame, but you didn’t have to do that.” He finished feeling his cheeks heat up.
	“It’s Ok.” Trevor replied. “I know you don’t like being made fun of. Plus, that fart felt really good.” He chuckled.
	Mark smiled back a tired smile. He was touched that his friend was so ready to sacrifice his own reputation, truly, but he felt exhausted to find himself desperate for a bathroom again…only this time with a whole class to witness. “You Ok?” He asked, before they started another arduous march.
	“Yeah. You?”
	“I’m fine.” They both hesitated, knowing their situations were much more dire than their casual answers let on. But they had no other option. “Shouldn’t be that much longer now.”
	Thus the pair begrudgingly continued. Mark limped along rubbing his belly, his involuntarily gas release gave him some temporary relief, but the cramps were growing back, and the ball of liquids just in front of that was just as taunt as ever. He also tried to keep his eyes to the floor, his classmates walking ahead kept taking peeks back at him and commenting to each other about his awkward movements. 
Trevor walked next to him with a growing look of pain on his face. He seemed to lurch back and forth on every step. Without the “gift” of IBS, and with his possibly exaggerated breakfast size, Trevor’s desperation was pure compacted heavy waste. Gravity itself along with the urgent ache of his guts pulled him down, while the compression of his tight bladder and the slipping of his colon made him spring back up and clench. A burdensome cycle for the poor beaver.
The group stopped again, much to the pair’s chagrin. They found themselves in a section on rocket technology, surrounded by models of rockets and lunar modules scaled to just below ceiling height. It looked pretty cool, Trevor would no doubt be drooling if standing still wasn’t such a struggle. 
“Mark,” Trevor whispered, squirming in place. “You see the Saturn V?” He pointed to a model rocket near a corner.
“Trevor don’t.” Mark strained, clenching every muscle in his body.
“I’m just gonna pee this time, I’ll be quick!” 
Mark’s eyes suddenly went wide. “Trevor-”
“Keep watch for me!” The moment Trevor whipped around, he nearly collided with their teacher. 
“And just where do you think you’re going?” Ms. Avalon leaned down, facing him eye to eye with a menacing look of authority.
“Um, uh, n-nowhere.” Trevor shimmied back, both paws between his thighs.
“Ms. Avalon please!” Mark pleaded. “Can we go to the bathroom now? We really have to go!”
“After this exhibit you can go.”
“We can’t wait that long!”
“You are both old enough to have self-control, if you two truly aren’t planning to fool around, there’s no reason why you can’t wait.”
“But Ms.A-”
“That’s enough! You both came here to learn. You both are going to pay attention and that’s final.”
Denied and downtrodden, they both squeezed and shuffled in place for just one more round of waiting. “Oh my god, Mark-” Trevor whispered in his ear, and inched away momentarily to grit against a pang. “I have to fart again, but I’ll pee my pants if I do. Agh, my stomach hurts so bad!”
“Mine too.” Mark groaned back, not really knowing how to help him. He felt a blazing in his colon, that telltale sign of diarrhea. He arched his back to clench his butt harder, he could feel his body threatening to push to relieve it. 
“Ugh…I’m gonna fart. I’ll just try to keep my wiener closed.”
“Don’t do it Trevor, you’ll get in trouble! And it might not be a fart!”
“It hurts, I have to!” Trevor pressed both paws into his crotch and closed his eyes. Mark saw his face contort between an expression of deliberation and strain. His knees shook and dipped, delicately pushing and testing whether the pressures he felt were harmless air, or sinister and solid. But he finally found the right one, and he jolted a when moist ripping fart erupted from him. Instead of a sigh of relief however, he instead flinched and pressed a paw against his rump. Pushed just a bit too hard it seems.
“Trevor!” Ms. Avalon bellowed while his classmates went into hysterics.
“Sorry!”
“O-oh no!” The stress of this situation sent Mark’s IBS into overdrive. He felt his bowels slip as the cramps became too much. He used his paws to press his backside closed and clenched every muscle for dear life. A foul and warm saxophone sounding gust flarped from his hole. He panted when it finished, feeling panic at how slick the back of his undies felt.
“Marcus! My goodness!” Ms. Avalon, along with others in their immediate radius, covered her nose. “What has gotten into you two!?”
“Please, we really, really, have to go!” Mark begged, almost sobbing.
“I’m gonna pee and poop my pants!” Trevor so modestly added.
She sighed. “Go ahead. Meet us at the lunch hall when you’re finished.”
“Thank you!”
“Thanks Ms. Avalon!” The boys would’ve jumped for joy if they could. “Wait, where’s the bathroom!?” Trevor rapidly scanned the room, seeing a maze of spacecraft, but no boy’s room.
“I know, this way!” Mark spent years keeping track of public bathrooms preparing for this moment. He grabbed Trevor’s paw and pulled him back to the other exhibits. 
“Mark, Mark, stop!” Trevor cried, after only a few yards of hurried shuffling.
“I can’t!” He literally felt that he couldn’t, he felt his hole tremble, ready to spray right into his underwear. They were so close, the bathroom was just one exhibition room away.
“Mark! Ah!” Trevor stopped in his tracks and ripped his paw from Mark’s grip. He held the sides of his rump and doubled over with his legs crossed.
“Sorry!” Mark circled around. “Are you Ok?” His voice shook while he paced in place.
“I can feel it poking out.” He strained in response. He bent back up and sent a paw back to his crotch while he legs unfurled. “Ok, Ok, I’m good.” 
“You sure?”
“Y-yeah.” Trevor staggered on, his hips pushed forward, and butt obviously squeezed closed. The strange duo continued their desperate awkward walks, ignoring all the judgmental looks from the other museum goers. The safety of their pants mattered more than dignity at this point. Soon, that glorious bathroom door came into view.
“We’re here, we’re here!” Mark announced excited.
“Yes!” Even Trevor managed to power through and speed up for the last few steps. “I’m gonna take such a fat dump!” He predicted, eager gusto in his voice as they both pushed through the door.
Upon stepping into the bathroom, they both expected to burst into their own individual stalls, before bursting into their own individual toilets. But they didn’t account for the fact that most of the stalls might be occupied, leaving only one open for one lucky user. The boys danced in place, coming to the silent realization what this meant.
“You go.” Mark said without a stutter.
“No, hnnng! Y-you go. You got diarrhea, ow! R-right?”
Mark blushed, he didn’t have to say that. “Y-yeah, ah! But I’m used to it.” They both waited for the other to go first, panting, hopping, twisting, and twining.
“Mark! Go before you poop yourself!” Trevor urged. He couldn’t help but chuckle at their conundrum.
“No, you!” Mark giggled back, this was so stupid…
“Aw my stomach, my butt!” Trevor whined and groaned while doubling over again. He wished he had more paws to help press down. “Hey, I got an idea.” He said, squirming his way back upright. “Let’s both go!”
“What?!” Before Mark could reject, Trevor had already grabbed his arm, and begun dragging him into the stall. “Trevor!” It was also in this moment that he realized Trevor’s surprisingly strong. He soon found himself locked in the stall with his beaver captor. “So now what?”
“You sit, and then I’ll sit between your legs!” Trevor bit his lip and grinded his knees together while unbuckling his pants. 
“That won’t work! Our butts are too big to fit!” Mark pressed himself against the stall wall while starting to undo his own pants, grinding against it with his desperate dances.
“Um, uh…” Trevor shimmed over to the toilet with his pants and underwear around his ankles. Mark couldn’t help but peek at his bare boy parts, uncut, brown, and thumb sized, not to different from his own. “Aw man! Why’d they make the seat so small!” During this disappointing finding, Trevor’s bladder finally slipped and started jetting urine in random directions
“Ah, Trevor!” Mark jumped out of the way of his runaway pee stream, also accidentally letting out his own squirts while his briefs and pants fell to the floor.
“Sorry, sorry.” Trevor clamped his little member shut. “Ah, it hurts! Oooh…” He doubled over against the surge of pain from the abrupt stop of his stream. It was only a matter of seconds before he was overwhelmed by another pressure. His eyes went wide as a series of poots shot out his backside. They sounded more and more slick until finally it was clear something solid blocked their path. “It’s coming, it’s coming!” He cried as he spun around, tail raised, and hovered his butt over the toilet. 
Mark caught an eye of the thick solid turd already crawling from his ass. The moment Trevor was aimed over the toilet, the crawl turned into a water fall as the greasy rope rushed out of his hole. He yelped as his pee stream jetted back to life, briefly showering his underwear before he tucked it backwards at the toilet. “Oh-ho…h-hah…” He moaned, shivering with relief.
While watching this unfold, Mark suddenly got stabbed by a debilitating cramp. The kind so intense it made him dizzy, it made his knees buckle and his body lose any strength it had left. He leaned against the wall for support, tears stinging his eyes, rubbing the spot of the cramp but it was futile. He could hear and feel a squelching sound emanating from between his crack. Like a cork out of a bottle he begun spraying piss at the opposite wall. He pinched his foreskin shut and tried his hardest to strain and stop both flows, but he could feel the liquid wastes leaking out of him, his butthole desperately winking in a meek attempt to hold it back, his paw becoming drenched in urine. “T-Trevor move over!” He scrambled to the other side of the toilet.
Trevor was in pure bliss, pee draining out of him like a fire hose, all the heavy ropes of poop just oozing out, gently sliding past his hole. After the initial urgent rush, he was feeling a little too overwhelmed to even keep pushing it along. So when Mark made his announcement to move over, he was still in his own world. However, the feeling of pillowy, warm, jiggly flesh pressing up against his and nearly knocking him into the stall wall was a wake-up call. “Huh?!”
Mark howled with pain for the split second his body burst, his bladder and colon reaching their absolute limits. Immediately a second torrent of urine assaulted the dirty water below, followed by a violent gassy shart that rattled both boys’ behinds, and a third torrent of hot diarrhea, interspersed with booming farts that sprayed all over. He groaned out, that initial push felt like heaven. He pushed harder, eager for more relief.
At the feeling of hot liquid waste smattering his ass and thighs, Trevor cried out in shock, while simultaneously pushing out more of his own soft waste, much of which ended up smearing between their cracks. The resulting slop that fell to the toilet was a sloppy mixture of both their movements. They both felt some level of repulsion from this situation, but their bodies demanded more release, thus they kept grunting their turds out until they were completely empty. The cramping, bloating, burning, and the painfully overstretched bladder were finally gone.
For a short while, both the boys held their positions, holding on to the walls for support, smushing their asses together, and just panting breathy moans in the afterglow of their release. Their waning urine streams and deep breaths, along with some occasional wispy gas were the only sounds filling the room.
“Oh my god…” Trevor said barely above a whisper. “I…I t-think…y-you.” He trailed off into a weak chuckle. “I think you pooped on me!”
“I’m so, so, so sorry!” Mark babbled back, mortified.
“St-stop shaking, that tickles!” Mark’s shame trembles made their chubby backsides and privates jiggle as one, sensitive bits brushing up against each other. 
	“Sorry…”
“And it’s Ok, I think I got some on you too.”
“Yeah…I can feel it.” Mark partially clenched his cheeks to feel the sticky squish of foreign solid waste, while also feeling the residual drip from his own grimy anus. 
“Hey Mark?” Trevor said just as his urine stream finally ended.
“Yeah?”
“I don’t think I can stand up.”
“Me neither.” The relief may have relaxed them too much. Their legs and knees were going numb in this rather compromising position. But, if they didn’t want this day to get any worse, they needed to head back to class asap. 
“Try to stand on 3?”
“Ok.”
“1…2…3!” They both struggled a bit, further smushing and smearing each other’s rumps, but finally they managed push off and stand back on to their own shaky legs. Now on to the next pressing matter: cleaning up the mess.
Trevor first used a wad of toilet paper to take a long swipe up the back of his thigh. He cringed at the bright wet stain that resulted. “This is pretty gross…” He commented, cracking a squeamish smile.
“Yeah…” Mark shivered as he passed a wad through his gunky crack. “Let’s never talk about this again.”
“But what if we have to share a bathroom again?”
“I’ll just poop my pants.” Mark replied flatly, rolling another bundle of toilet paper. They’d probably need the whole roll for this.
“No don’t,” Trevor chuckled, his paw halfway through his butt. “You got diarrhea, it’ll be all messy!”
“Ugh, don’t remind me…” Mark sighed looking down at his underwear. A big wet patch in front and a dirty stain in the back. “These are gonna be 5 pair this month I throw away.”
“If it makes you feel any better, my undies are pretty dirty now too. And I’ve full on pooped my pants tons of times! Once in the movies with my dad, once at the supermarket, twice on the bus, and a couple times on car rides!”
Mark laughed at how casually he listed off those events. “No way, did that all happen recently?”
“Yeah…kinda…I was 4 years old pretty recently, right?”
“No!” Mark chuckled.
“But almost pooped my pants the other day!” Trevor sputtered, feeling some guilt that he couldn’t really relate to his friend’s plight.
	“It’s Ok, I’m pretty used to it.” After more wiping, Mark laid a couple layers of toilet paper inside his underwear and pulled them back up. He shuddered feeling moisture still come through and continued redressing himself. “You ready to go?” He turned and caught a quick last glimpse of Trevor’s little boy bits.
	Trevor whipped up his unpadded soiled undies without flinching and quickly redid his pants. “Yep!”
	The pair hurried out of the stall, doing their best to avoid eye contact with the confused puppy next in line for it, and vigorously washed their paws. Though for Mark at least, no amount of soap or scrubbing will ever wash off the dirty feeling. 
	Afterwards, Trevor had the clever idea of letting Mark meet the class first from another direction so that the inevitable jeering would be less harsh without the need to ask why the pair was practically walking hand and hand from the bathroom. Well, this was yet another day traumatized in Mark’s memory thanks to his little “gift”. At least this time he had a good friend to help him through it, and his pants got through the whole thing unscathed, a definite plus.