Korie dashed into the restroom, clenching his buttcheeks tightly.  The only available toilet was an old Victorian-style one with a pull chain on it.  He had no choice but to pull his pants down, plop his fuzzy ass down onto the wooden seat, and get right down to business.  He began to grunt firmly as his innards began to tighten.  

“Nnnnnnngh…”

A fat, lumpy turd began to make its way out of his tight tailhole with considerable difficulty.  The load was causing great strain on Korie’s ass, so he had no choice but to push even harder.  With that, his load began to slip out of his butt easier.  He kept pushing until his turd finally left his bottom and touched down into the bowl with an almighty splash.  A great sense of relief overcame Korie’s entire body, especially down in his nether regions.  Just as he went to go flush his handiwork, a friend of his burst through the door unexpectedly.

“MARCUS, GET OUT!” Korie exclaimed, his hand still on the chain’s handle.  “I’m taking a fat dump, dude!”

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you, man!” Marcus responded, still looking at his friend on the toilet.  “The flusher’s broken, you dumbass!”

“…W-what?”