“Hmph…” Pbbbbbpt… “Augh.”
“You better stop before you poop yourself!” Casper warned in half-jest.
“Don’t listen to him Owen, keep going till you poop yourself.” Goaded Jackie.
“Yeah Casper’s the leader, he has to change you if you do!” Theodore so jubilantly claimed.
“No I don’t! That’s not in the handbook!” The well-read Casper took that personally.
In the background of their shenanigans, Max didn’t find it particularly amusing. “Mmfh…” Like Owen, he too had taken many offers of fiber packed granola bars, they’re both big growing boys after all. Though unlike Owen, he was having regrets about that choice. Soon after his earlier emergency pee, the eager pushes of his impatient bowels began. He spent much of the walk since then off to the side, trying his hardest to keep his desperate gas puffs silent.
“Grrraaahhhh…” Prrrt. “Ah…I think if I try to fart anymore I’ll poop for real.” Owen casually announced.
“Do it, do it, do it!” Jackie chanted.
“I caaaaaan't, Casper won't change me!”
“Ung.” A sharp pressure hit Max's colon hard and made him freeze. Oh gosh he couldn't take it, he had to push. Please be quiet…
BRRAAAAPPPP!
“Jeez Owen!” Theodore exclaimed, impressed and betrayed. “I thought you didn’t have to fart anymore!”
“I didn’t! …But I kinda do now.” Owen rubbed his waist.
“Then who was it?!”
Casper snickered, his big fennec ears easily heard the direction that explosion came from. He took a glance at Max’s horrified face and gave him a classic ‘I won’t tell your secret even though it’s really funny’ wink that only boys could understand.
“Oh my god!” Unfortunately for Max, the downwind Rachel was not a boy. “Max, you're so gross!”
“Max?!”
“I didn’t think you could fart!”
“So you’re not a girl after all!” 
“Hehehe, my fart was bigger.”
“Don’t be gross Mia!” The whole group paused and commented.
“S-sorry, sorry!” The explosive rottweiler sputtered, staring at the ground while his black cheeks burned pink. 
“It's Ok Max, everybody does it!” Casper pulled his shirt over his nose and braved the stink to give his friend a sympathy pat.
“So why don't yooooou fart, nerd?” Jackie proposed.
“Uh,” Casper’s eyes flickered to Becky. “I don't have to right now.”
“Wimp! I bet Owen could make a bigger one!”
“Um…I dunno.” Owen looked down at his belly with perhaps the first ever unsure expression they’ve ever seen on his face.
“Aww, are you finished?” Theodore gave Owen’s midsection a sideways glance.
“Not really…” Owen’s knees grew tense, a cramp started to rise up through his colon. He could feel the trapped gas bubbling away as the pressures churned inside of him. His thick otter tail instinctively pressed against his rump when a bitter feeling teased his hole. “I think the rest of my farts are stuck behind all my poop.”
“Oh…wait, what?”
Max was dealing with the opposite issue, where a hefty cushion of gas was intent on announcing the inevitable urgent load to follow. He was still stuck in place, held captive by a harsh twinge in his guts while another fart slipped its way through his cheeks.
Pfffffffffrrrrrrrrrrrp. It started slick and silent, gaining a rumble midway through when his sphincter gave in and pushed. “O-oh gosh.” Even that few seconds of pushing felt so satisfying. The return to his crampy equilibrium felt all the more jarring. Oh no…he had to go.
“Uh, are you saying you need a bathroom break Owen?” Casper asked.
“Yeah…” Owen picked out a wedgie through his sweatpants. The endless gas made his underwear cling. “Sorry, I thought I could wait until the lake.”
Mia gasped. “You’re really gonna…poop outside?” Curiosity and a sense of wonder took some of the shyness out of her voice. 
“I guess I am!” Some of her excitement rubbed off on Owen. 
“Ugggghhhh.” She didn’t have the same effect on her scowling sister however.
“Woah, I didn’t know you could do that in the woods too…” Mia trailed off, her little head filling with gross, presumably pervy thoughts.
Casper chuckled. “People do it more than you think.” A tinge grew on his face remembering that moment with Becky. If he was less of a gentleman, he might even dare look in her direction.
“Does that mean you pooped outside too?” Jackie asked from behind with an inquisitive squint.
“Yeah, there’s no bathroom on scout camping trips.” He didn’t like how Jackie smiled as her eyes went lower. “Stop looking at my butt!”
“When Jackie’s done looking at your butt can I have some toilet paper?” Owen asked. “My butthole’s getting twitchy again.”
Max slowly stepped from foot to foot as he too considered that option, the outside option…the only option left. He couldn’t hold it all day, he didn’t even know if he could hold it the next 10 minutes. Gosh, what if he has an accident in front of everyone, far from home? What if it happens in the lake while everyone’s in it?! No, no, no, he has to do this now. And, w–well, peeing outside wasn’t that bad, especially while doing it with a friend…maybe this won’t be too bad either…
“Alright…” Casper fished through his pack. “Toilet paper and…sanitizer!”
“What's the sanitizer for?” Owen tilted his head as he retrieved the 2nd item.
“To clean your paws after.”
“Oh…you're supposed to do that after you poop?” 
“...Oh my god.” The moments of every time touched paws flashed through Casper’s head. “Huh, Max?”
The rottweiler approached with an unsure, fidgety aura. “Hey Casper, um…I-I have to go too…” He admitted with a shy chuckle.
“Heh, I thought you did after you exploded.”
“You have to poop?” Owen asked with a hint of excitement.
“Yeah…kinda bad.” The extra descriptor left Max’s maw with surprising ease. He wondered how big the pressure in his belly would turn out to be…
The otter before him gasped. “This means we can poop together!” Owen took one excited hop, and his body flinched stiff. “Oh...my poop almost fell out.”
Casper burst into laughter, while Max smiled feeling a hint of comfort. If Owen is so open about his needs, then he shouldn’t have much to be ashamed of. “Do you wanna…go, now?” The rottie asked.
	“Yeah, I don’t wanna get my undies dirty.” Owen tucked the toilet paper and (apparently foreign) bottle of sanitizer in the crock of his arm. He then promptly tucked his free thumb into his waistband and bent over, tail raised, casually pulling his pants to his ankles.
	“O-oh.” Max’s heart skipped a beat, he got a good view right in the center of Owen’s chunky backside.
“Owen!” Rachel shrieked before whipping a paw over Mia’s eyes. But she was seconds too late. 
“I saw his butt, I saw his butt!” Mia squealed. “It was all brown and really big!” Everyone has a butt, but (pun intended) not everyone has a boy’s butt.
“It’s pretty jiggly too!” Owen gave his hefty shake. 
“That’s why you fart so much!” A pink-faced Jackie kneeled for a better look, catching a glimpse of his moist, similarly pink (for now) ring deep in those plushy cheeks.
“It’s like a heart!” Emily giggled at the tan-colored shape that circled Owen’s rump. “Hey Theo, is there a heart on your butt?” Theodore too had a lighter colored underbelly, she wondered if it stretched to where the sun didn't shine…
“Maybe.” He replied with a hesitation to his tone. “...Would you like it if there was?”
“Um…s-shouldn’t we go off the path?” Max asked the bottomless otter, eyes still glued downwards. He felt like Casper would remind them of that, if only the fennec weren’t choking out of laughter right now.
“Oh yeah!” Owen grabbed Max’s paw. “Come on before our poops slip!”
Max felt his cheeks warm as he was led into the thickets off path. Partially because he was holding a half-naked boy’s paw, and partially out of the laughter and comments as he walked by his friends. Though it wasn’t really embarrassment that colored his cheeks…but rather a weird, good feeling he couldn’t quite identify…perhaps pride?
“You think this is good enough?” Owen asked.
Max blinked, coming back to reality. He looked around, finding themselves hidden in the trees. “Uh, I think so.”
“Yay!”
Max looked away when Owen bent over to place their toiletries on the ground. Somehow it felt more naughty when it was just the two of them. “So, uh, d-do you know how to poop outside?”
“Nope!” Owen popped back up. “Do you?”
“No.”
“That’s OK, it seems pretty easy.” 
Owen’s perpetually optimistic smile gave Max some confidence. They're gonna figure this out, it’ll be just like when he peed earlier, no big deal. Though…they better figure it out pretty fast. Frrrrrpppppturp… “S-sorry.” Max tensed as a soaking wet, impatient fart bubbled through his cheeks.
Owen giggled. “It’s Ok! I’d fart too but then I’d poop myself.” He looked down. “But does it count when your pants are already down? I dunno…” In the midst of his great pondering, an irritated growl rumbled from his pudgy belly and Owen's feet grew restless. “Ooh, I should poop now.”
“What are you doing?” Max chuckled. He watched Owen struggle to pull his sweatpants off his jittery feet with his shoes still on.
“You can’t poop with your pants still on!” Owen kicked his bottom wear off to the side. “Ok, I think you do it like this…” He got onto all fours like he was about to play leapfrog, lowering his chunky rump to the ground, perhaps too low. “Ooh! The grass tickles my balls!”
“I don’t think that’s supposed to happen!” Max giggled. The idea of something touching Owen's privates made his tummy flutter.
“Then how are you supposed to do it?” Owen raised his butt to look backwards at Max through his legs.
“U-uh,” Max struggled to maintain eye contact. Not only did he have to look past a great spread otter moon, but also a pert cubby ballsack, and a…b-big uncut penis idly swaying around. “I-I think you’re supposed to squat, like Jackie did.” Mmf, thinking of another nude a friend, a girl frie—, er, f-friend who’s a girl, made him even more jittery. 
“Huh? But we’re not peeing…I think?” Owen went cross eyed looking at his length for a clue.
“But if you squat, your balls won’t touch the grass.” Max and his growling bowels agreed it was about time to get into position. And perhaps, he could give a demonstration of proper form. “If you do it like…” He moved in front of Owen to give him a better view, eager paws already undoing his belt buckle. His friend being so shamelessly spread eagle made what he was about to do feel surprisingly easy…dare he even say, fun. “Like this!” He yanked his pants down to his ankles in one quick move. Max stood back up, officially exposed. His cheeks burned pink, and his throat brimmed with contagious giggles.
“I see your wiener!” Owen piped. “Did you see mine?!”
“I did! It was really big!” Excitement pitched Max’s voice. Nude and looking at another wiener and butt without fear. It felt so freeing! Ooh, all the fiber waiting inside of Max wanted to be free too. “I think Jackie did like this…” He slowly lowered himself to the ground, shivering as he felt his butt cheeks gradually part, and the breeze tickling his ring. O-oh, as his colon slowly compressed in that position, something else started to tickle too. Brrrppppt! “Oh!” Max tipped backwards in surprise, he threw his paws back and caught himself before hitting the ground. “S-sorry.”
“I can see your balls and your butthole! It’s popping in and out really fast!” Owen giggled. Max’s new position left his black and brown underside on display between his spread legs. “Hehe, your fart smells like tacos!”
Max looked past his own semi-firm penis to see Owen’s amused face in a reverse déjà vu. He couldn’t hold back his giggles either, if Owen didn’t mind his grossness, he had no reason to be ashamed. “It’s because I have to go so bad! Oh…w-woah!” Max lifted himself from off the ground and attempted to balance upright, but he flopping backwards again. “I-I don’t think I know how to squat…” He mumbled, another muted fart puttering out of his tailhole.
“Oh, Max!” A light bulb went off in Owen’s head. “When Jackie peed she held onto me, maybe you’re supposed to hold on too even if you’re not peeing.”
Max’s eyebrows rose, and then soon settled into a diffident smile. “I-I can…hold on to you?” It was one thing to see each other naked, but to touch while naked? And while pooping?!
“Uh-huh!” Owen nodded, a wide grin awaiting his friend.
“Ok…” Max rose to his feet and waddled forward, pants around his ankles, until he was within an arm's reach of Owen. He once again carefully lowered himself down, keeping his full belly tight to stay balanced, until his left and right paws met Owen’s respective shoulders, and his rump hovered comfortably above the ground.
“Hi!” Owen chirped. 
“H-hi.” This was more intimate than Max expected. Owen’s big blue eyes felt just barely a foot away. Heck, he even felt his breath ruffling the fur on his arms. But…it was kinda nice. A bit of a warm touch to coincide with the cool forest breeze on their nude bottoms. How cozy…Prrrruuupffffttssss…
“Oh…” A growling flow of fetid air grew silent as the head of a log prodded Max’s hole. “It’s already coming.”
“I can kinda see it!” When Owen looked down, he could see Max’s pink ring flexing out just under his balls.
“You can?” A boyish smile broke on Max’s face. “Can you see this?” He sucked in his stomach, making his hole dip inwards for just a moment before that heavy load shoved it back. “O-oh gosh.” He couldn’t hold it back this time, and a good two inches of log birthed its way into the world.
“Yeah! Your poop’s sticking out!” Owen’s knees bent in a mix of excitement, and his own needs pushing hard. “I’m gonna start pooping too!”
	“A-aww.” Max groaned out, disappointed, and keeping his turtlehead at bay. “I won’t see it…”
	“Oh, I can poop when you finish if you wanna watch.”
	“Really?” Max’s nub tail started to wag. He’s never seen anyone poop before! Ah, imagining how Owen’s butthole looked stretched out around a snake of poop made his crotch feel all tingly…
	“Yeah! Ooh look! Your sausage’s getting all stiffy!”
	“O-oh.” Max looked down and saw his semi-erect length starting to stand. So that’s what that feeling is.
	“Hurry Max! My butthole’s really twitchy!”
	Didn’t have to tell him twice. “Ok, Ok!” The moment he relaxed his sphincter that log resumed its course. “Augh…” He softly moaned, briefly held captive by that sensation. The texture was so smooth and moist, made extra easy by all that fiber. 
	“It’s so steamy…” Owen marveled. 
Max wanted to savor it, and wouldn’t have minded if it took all day, but he couldn’t keep his friend waiting. “Hmph.” With just a little push, the log started to rocket. The organized flow of scat became a rush of sludge, its sticky, slimy sounds were deafening in the quiet forest. Adding to the ruckus were escaping choppy farts that left smears along his ring. “Agh!” Max grunted out, and the fecal onslaught came to an abrupt stop, leaving a thin rope of dung clinging to his hole. “Hmph…” A gentle flex, and the nagging piece fell atop his lumpy pile. “Ah.”
“Woaaaah that went really fast!” Owen’s eyes seemed to sparkle even under the shadow of trees. “And your butthole got really dirty.” He added with a titter.
Max chuckled, hearing that gave him a sense of pride. It felt like a job well done, and clearly his audience enjoyed the show. “I think I have a little more…hmph!” He gave his sphincter a firm push, a squelching, constrained bout of gas, sputtered out of his hole with a sharp tingle, sounding like tearing paper. “Hoooooh…” He let out a dramatic groan as he felt the final portion of scat tottering on his ring…a little dollop of especially greasy dung plopped onto the pile. “Hah…done.” He remarked with an ironically dainty little smile. His insides felt like an empty heaven, and his anus had such a satisfying warm buzz…perhaps it was all the, ick, caked on it. Either way, he swore he was light enough to fly. 
“Wooooow! You poop like my dad!” Owen exclaimed “Aaarruuuugh, hoooaaaah!” The pair shared a laugh at his imitations. Being so shameless with his grunts made that dump feel all the more relieving for Max. He wished he could do that in his own bathroom… “But he’s waaaaay stinkier! I wonder what his poop looks like coming out…oh yeah! You wanna see mine?!”
Oh! Max perked up. “Yeah!”
“Hehe, your sausage got all twitchy again.”
	“O-oh.”
“Quick, look at my butt, look at my butt!” Owen raised his hips and shook his backside like a matador prompting a bull. 
It was successful getting Max to pick up the pace. He stood up, ignoring the squelch between his glutes, and hurried behind Owen with his pants still around his ankles. “Woah!” Lodged between the otter’s thick rump cheeks was the knobby burgeoning head of a log, no bigger than Max’s thumb. “Owen! Your poop’s already sticking out!”
“I know!” Owen giddily confirmed. “It wants to come out so bad I can’t get it back in! And now, I’m gonna push it out! Hrrrrrrnnnng!” He lowered his butt and bore down.
Max’s eyes widened, much like his friend’s stretchy ring. That tease of a turtlehead did not prepare him for the shocking girth of the snake that thrusted forth. It was so firm and thick, just watching it made his own butthole pucker.
“Auuagh!” Owen groaned. “I-it’s so big! Hrrrrnnng…” He could feel every texture on his fat log sliding against his inner walls, the impressive width giving him such a satisfying stretch, all while finally pushing away those cramps one inch at a time. He was already in heaven. “Mmmmfh…” He bit his lip, and that grunt transitioned into a moan just as his rope of dung transitioned to a softer, fresher, fiber fed mass. That sweeter sensation squeezing through his tubes was just added relief on top of added relief. “Ohhh yeeeeaaaaaah…” He sighed deeply when that log finally came to an end, its pointed slick end-tip just slithered out of his hole with the most gentle tickle. 
“Oh my god.” Max gasped, looking at the massive coil on the ground. It had to be at least a foot long, shifting to a lighter brown tone, and smoother, shinier surface as he followed it round and round from start to end. 
Owen giggled out what would’ve been a proud, supervillain laugh, if only he had a single mean bone in his body. “It’s hugeeee right?!”
“Y-yeah.” Max didn’t know what to be more scared of, the steaming monster resting in the dirt, or the butt that was strong enough to produce it. “What did you eat?!”
“A bunch of stuff! Chicken nuggets, pancakes, mashed potatoes, a bunch of Casper’s granola bars. I didn’t poop since Thursday after dinner.”
“But…today’s Saturday.”
“Yep!” Owen agreed cheerily, peeking between his legs.
“Wow…” Max looked deeply into his friend’s rump, searching for the magical void it stored all that poop in. “You really pooped a lot.”
“Hehehe, and I got more! Hmph—” PRRRBBBBBBPPT! “Haaaaah…that felt really good.” He sighed, a big content smile across his maw while Max burst into laughter. “No, wait, wait, I have more poop for real. Hrrrrrnng…” An ultra slick mini-snake, similar in texture and grease of Max’s load, slipped through his tailhole with barely a stretch. “Oooooh, it feels so slimy!” He giggled watching the slimy turd droop lower and lower between his thighs, until it finally fell silently on top of his earlier coil. “Hrrrrng…nnnng.” His anus dramatically flexed in and out from his crevice, searching his intestines for any more waste to dispose of, but found the otter finally empty. “I’m done.” He let off his sphincter with a sigh. “Ahhhh, my butthole feels really good now…I guess this is why you and my dad sound like that when you poop.”
“Your dad must poop like a hundred pounds!” If little Owen could make this much, Owen Sr. had to break the toilet every time.
“I bet he does!” Owen lifted himself to his feet and stretched. “Ahhhh yeaaaaah…woah!” He turned and saw the pile he made. “Wow, I really did poop a lot!”
“Yeah, you did way more than me.” Max commented with a hint of disappointment. It was surprisingly fun to poop in the woods, much like his earlier pee. It would’ve been the cherry on top if he could have impressed Owen too. 
“I like yours though! It has a cool color, almost like stinky hot chocolate!”
“Ewww!” Max giggled. The size of his creation didn’t matter, he felt better and Owen seemed to like it anyway. Though, he hoped Owen liked it just as much as he liked Owen’s.
“Guess we should wipe our butts now?”
“Yeah…” Aww, this little special moment was almost over. “Where'd you put the toilet paper?”
“In that bush.”
“Oh…” Max brushed the leaves off it the best he could and they took turns tearing off generous rips of paper. Eugh, the size of his soft cheeks only helped spread the mess through his crack…it's gonna take a while.
Though, peeping in on Owen helped make the process feel faster. Watching the bent over otter take deep strokes from the border of his perineum, up to where his crack met the base of his tail, catching the subtle squish and movements of his glutes. While wiping his own rump, Max imagined how soft Owen's might've felt…
“Hey Max?” Owen suddenly peeking back made the rottweiler jump.
“Y-yeah?”
“Is my butt clean?” Owen bent over further and spread his rump, not a look of impurity on his face.
Max blushed red, ogling the most intimate parts of his friend's body. From his pink winking ring of muscle, to his pert little backsack, to the tan-colored insides of his cheeks, which looked plushie soft under the squish of his fingers. “Y-yeah, it looks clean.”
“Yay! You want me to check yours?”
“Um…” A sudden electric feeling buzzed in his belly and his crotch…he couldn’t say no. “Ok!” Failing to hold back giggles, Max spun around and eagerly copied Owen's pose. “Am I good?” He asked with an extra shake.
Owen laughed. “Your sausage is all stiff again!”
“Oops…” Max stood up straight and prodded his hard member, swollen to fill the space of his paw. Yep…sensitive as always when it got that way.
“Why does it do that?” Owen peered from over his shoulder.
“I dunno…it happens when I pee sometimes.” His penis gave some self-conscious flexes.
“Oh me too…but I thought you didn’t pee.”
“I did a little bit…” Ung, his member, was getting all fussy and twitchy. Max was ready to put it away. “My butt’s clean right?” He asked as he bent over his briefs.
“Yep!” Owen gave a thumbs up with his eyes aimed low. “Guess I should put my pants on too…but I don’t wanna.”
“But Rachel will get really mad if you don’t.” Max reminded him, pulling his pants up next.
“Oh yeah.”
The pair redressed themselves and—after giving Owen some convincing—took a generous helping of sanitizer each. The walk back was bittersweet, at least for Max. He didn’t expect to enjoy that little moment so much. “Thanks for letting me poop with you Owen.” He said, feeling warm. Shyness hit him harder in this moment than it did anytime over the past 10 minutes. “That was kinda fun.”
“You’re welcome! Thanks for not getting all grossed out like Rachel. Everything’s always more fun with a friend, I wish I could poop with a buddy all the time.”
“Me too…”