A shitty Job

Mark's alarm clock buzzed waking up the groggy Boar from his slumber. Mark wasn't exactly a morning person so getting up at 6:30 AM wasn't exactly his idea of a good time. He stretched his thick arm out to grab his glasses off of his night stand knocking off a pile of comic books in the process. Once he put on his glasses he let out a grumbly sigh and smacked the off button on the clock. He flicked on the light and took a moment to stare at the ceiling to let his eyes adjust. HIs bladder ached like clockwork and if it hadn't been for the need to pee he would have probably sleep in until 9:45 like usual. Mark let out a yawn and grabbed his phone he then started to wander down the hall to the bathroom still in his underwear he scratched his big ass. Once he got the toilet he pulled his pants down and sat on the toilet. He would often sit down to pee in the morning because he was too tired to stand. 

He relaxed his bladder letting a torrent of urine splash into the icy water while he started to drain his short thick uncut penis as he continued his morning pee he looked at his phone seeing a message from his job. "Hello Mark it's kerry letting you known your sift starts at 8:40 AM don't be late." He finished his solid 40 second piss and gave his penis a little shake before pulling his pants up and flushing. He got dressed and headed down the hall of his apartment to the bus stop. Thankfully his work was just a short bus ride into work. As he walked to the office he waved to kerry the secretary rabbit  and headed down to the break room to change into his uniform. As he headed down the the locker room he began to take off his hoodie and his shirt. He managed to pull his shirt half way over his plump belly and past his head. "Hehe hey nice chub buddy!" A voice came from down the hall as mark pulled his shirt off and glanced forward looking at a tall tiger with a pair of round glasses. The tiger was quite toned but was also sporting an equally chubby belly to Marks. He was wearing a pair of green shorts and a light blue sleeved button shirt. 

"Ah you must be the new guy I'm Conor." He said looking down at the plump heard. Mark reacted to previous comment by blushing a little. Mark couldn't help but glance up and down the tigers body sizing him up. As the two got changed into their uniforms. As the two got into their uniforms they went into the supply closet to get their janitor carts and walkie talkies. Most of the the training for this job was online while another part seemed pretty much like common sense so it didn't take long for the boar to get what was going on. As the two walked around they would exchange various tit bits about eachother.Conor actually shared many of the same hobbies as mark did. After sweeping the midway area mark decided to get something to eat. The festival had allot of junk food and not just your standard affair. It had stuff like pickle pizza and foot long corn dogs. Given one weird food was one of the highlights of the carnival. Mark pulled out his walkie talkie and called Connor."Hey big guy I'm gonna grab some food wanna come?" A short moment passed as new tiger pall buzzed his reply. "Yeah-uh 10-4 on that I am starving!" 

Mark knew that doing this was likely going to end badly for him given he always had what his mother called a "glass tummy" but he would frequently disregard his IBS conditions given that he would rater eat what he likes and deal with the consequences than prevent enjoying himself. The two met up and started to chow don on their equally oversized and questionable choices of cuisine. After chowing down on the footlong corn dog Mark took a bite of the pickle pizza. To his surprise he actually enjoyed it. A few hours after finishing their lunch the continued to work. Mark knew it was only a matter of time before his diet would take vengeance on him but he continued to clean the various pathways and public restrooms. Mark's walkie talkie beeped: "Hey you know what's bullshit?! The boss said we can't use the public bathrooms we just cleaned what an asshole Just an FYI." 

Mark's stomach began to gurgle rather agressively but he continued to work. About 4 hours passed and Mark's walkie talkie messaged again this time Connor seemed to sound rather urgent. "Ah fuck! I gotta take a shit something fierce!" Mark's stomach belly began to feel very hot as he began to quiver in discomfort. "Ooh! your telling me?! Buddy I gotta find a toilet right now or I am going to shit my pants!" Mark said in reply. The warm sensation moved to his lower gut and near his ass. Connor had an idea come to him that was rather naughty particularly given how desperate he was feeling. "Uh you know that shitty area of the park we passed one time? You know the place we store all the halloween props by?" Connor was quite surprised that he was even considering doing what he was doing but given the surcumstances and trust he built with his boar friend his options seemed limited.
"Meet me there!" *Bl-eeep!* 
A short while Mark met Connor by the shed practically waddling over Mark let out a very audible shart in his pants *bloort!* "uhf! fuck! I think I am turtle heading!" Mark said. One of the props was a plaster cast witches cauldron. Both of them without a second thought frantically pushed their underwear down and planted their plump asses over the cauldron. Mark immediately began to spray sloppy shit into the improvised toilet below. letting out several large sloppy farts. "Connor reacted by fanning the stench away from himself. He smirked looking at how relieved his friend was. Connor began to grunt as his tail hole pushed out a thick soft load into the cauldron below him. Connor was likely holding that shit in all day but the carnival food worked it's laxative like property on the chubby tigers stomach. 

His dump was accompanied by a stream of piss as he pointed his uncut average 5 inch penis down between his legs. Both of them began to dedicate for a solid 4 minutes as Connor's dump ended. Mark's shit began to turn into liquid as a torrent of sludge sprayed out of his tail hole for a good solid 40 seconds. The boar late out a squeal of relief after he was done depositing his shit into their desperate toilet. Both of them sat their feeling a surge of relief they both sat their having their backs pressed up against eachother for support. Taking a moment they found a pile of old rags and wiped their respected holes and cheeks after throwing them out they pulled their pants up with the exception of mark who partially soiled himself so he decided to go commando. The large cauldron was half full of dung as they walked away both of them had to plug their noses due to the horrible stench. "Hehe dude we are so fuckin! fired!" Mark said laughing!