Ah, test day. Even though Pokemon were by no means required to attend any sort of schooling throughout their lives, some of them made the choice to anyway. And for the ones who did, today would be the longest day of their lives.

Being cooped up in a classroom all day certainly wasn't the most enjoyable experience, especially for a Pokemon like Max. Max was a Zangoose who had never been a huge fan of being stuck in places he wasn't fond of, naturally. And for today in particular, Max was supposed to take an extensive standardized test inside a classroom, with about 20 other Pokemon all assigned to their own copy of the same test. He and the others had arrived in the classroom at about 10 AM that morning, and were instructed not to get up from their seats until they had completed the entire thing, which was expected to take, on average, about 7 hours. That meant, for roughly the next 7 hours, Max wouldn't be able to get up from his seat for any reason whatsoever. Even if...

*Frrrrt!*

...he needed to poop.

It was only about an hour into the test that Max had let a rather warm fart blow out while he kept his focus on the test that lay on top of his desk. He had no intention of stopping any time soon, though the massive Mystery Meat Surprise supper he went to town on the night before certainly wasn't doing him any favors, and the Charmeleon seated directly behind Max most definitely did not seem to appreciate the unabashed flatulence. Alas, Max and everyone else in the room were all stuck there for at least the next 6 hours.

"Dude," the Charmeleon poked Max from the back, "I really hope your butt ain't gonna be blowing smoke like that the entire day."

"Hey, don't look at me," Max responded. "I gotta take a dump, but the teacher up there won't let us leave until we finish the test. Til I get some alone time with the toilet, I'm gonna be farting up a storm whether you like it or not."

"Eugh," the Charmeleon chided, "whatever."

Of course, the Charmeleon wasn't totally turned away by his current situation. After all, that Zangoose, Max, had quite a nice butt. With no clothes to hide it, watching Max shake his fluffy butt from side to side in his seat while he continued to withhold that absolutely enormous poop inside was pretty enticing.

"Hey," Max called back, "quit staring at my butt."

"I'm not!" the Charmeleon denied.

"Yeah right," Max countered, "I can feel your eyes on me."

"You're just paranoid," the Charmeleon attempted to reason, although his denial sounded more like a question.

*Brrrrrpppttt*

Max farted in his seat once more, before rolling his eyes at the Charmeleon and turning his attention back to the test, swaying his fluffy white butt in the seat back and forth again.

"I wonder how long Max is gonna hold that in," the Charmeleon pondered to himself. "It's been like an hour and a half since he started farting. He must've been desperate to go before he even got here."

Meanwhile, Max was having a very hard time trying to concentrate on the test. It was difficult enough to hold all that gas in, but the fact that he had to sit in the same seat for the next 6 hours, with no room to move whatsoever, was incredibly uncomfortable. And to top it all off, being surrounded by all those other Pokemon made it very difficult to focus. In fact, Max had just looked up from his test to look around the room for a moment. He had managed to pass his eyes over every student in the room at least once, but he had just taken a second glance.

"Hey, Max," the Charmeleon behind him called out, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Max lied, "I just need a break from the test."

"You sure?" the Charmeleon asked.

"Yeah, yeah," Max assured, "I'm fine. Just give me a minute."

"Okay," the Charmeleon shrugged, "just don't take too long."

"I won't," Max promised, before turning his attention back to the test, which he still couldn't focus on.

"You suuuure you're okay, though?" the Charmeleon asked again.

"I told you, I'm fine," Max insisted, although he still couldn't concentrate.

"If you say so," the Charmeleon shrugged, before turning his attention back to his own test.

Of course, Max was anything but fine. The longer he spent trying to concentrate on the test, the more he needed to poop. And the fact that he wasn't able to get up to relieve himself was only making the situation worse. It had been about 10 minutes since Max had even attempted to focus on the test. Instead, he was on the verge of exploding from the overwhelming battle going on inside his bowels.

"Hey, Max," the Charmeleon called out again after a while, "you really gotta hurry up and get back to it. You've been sitting there for, like, 10 minutes."

"I... I'm sorry," Max stammered, "I just... h-hold on..."

"Well, you're gonna have to hurry up," the Charmeleon insisted, "you're taking too long."

"I know, I know," Max groaned.

*Brrrrrtttt...*

"...ooh..." Max openly sighed.

*Fbbbbrrrrrpphhttt...*

"Mmph..." Max moaned softly. "Gotta goooo..."

Summoning all his focus, Max looked back down at the test and continued writing, despite the increasingly desperate smoke signals his rear had begun to blow.

*Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...*

"Mmmm..." Max groaned as his butt spewed yet another long, hot fart in his seat. "Gotta goooo... Gonna... g-gonna..."

"Max!" one of the other students called out.

"What?" Max asked.

"Dude, you're, like... farting!"

"Uh, yeah," Max shrugged, "sorry about that. I'm just getting a little too comfortable in my seat, I guess. Sorry if I'm disrupting your concentration."

"You're not just disrupting our concentration," another student chimed in, "you're, like... ruining it!"

"Look, I'm sorry," Max sighed, "but I really gotta poop. I'll be outta here as soon as I'm done with the test. I promise."

"You'd better be!" the same student warned.

"Yeah, yeah," Max groaned, "whatever."

Max turned his attention back to the test once more, however, the mounting pressure in his bowels made it increasingly difficult to focus. Not to mention, he was surrounded by so many other Pokemon, he couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious. It didn't help that the Charmeleon behind him kept staring at his butt. He wondered if the farts were helping to deter the unwarranted attention or not.

Another 30 minutes passed. Max and most of the other Pokemon in the classroom had less than a page left to complete on their tests. By this point, Max had resigned to spreading his buttcheeks apart as he sat in his seat, his butt openly belching out a cacophony of bassy blasts as he scribbled in the answers.

*BRRRRRRRPPPPPPPFFFFFFTTTTTT*

"Jeez, Max," the Charmeleon behind him chimed in, "are you gonna push an entire Seviper out of your butt when you finish this test?"

"I mean... I'm kinda hoping to," Max joked.

"Ew," the Charmeleon grimaced, "forget I asked."

"Well, what did you expect?" Max asked. "Thankfully though, I'm juuust about... done!" Max announced, before scribbling the final words of his test and setting it down on his desk.

"Oh, thank Arceus," the Charmeleon behind him sighed. "I was about to pass out from the smell."

"We all were," the teacher spoke up, "but I think everyone's done, so you all can go take a break. Especially you, Max. Please. Go. Shoo."

"Yes!" Max cheered, before immediately getting up from his seat, with most of the other students close behind.

"Hey you guys, give him a good 20 minutes to himself in the bathroom!" The Charmeleon teased, "I think he's about to bury the entire place in a mountain of--"

"Yeah, yeah," Max groaned.

"Hey, didn't I tell you to get out?" The teacher asked, looking at Max sternly.

"Oh, right," Max answered, before scurrying out of the room as fast as he could.

"Whew," Max sighed, as he arrived at the restroom, "finally."

"Hey, Max," one of the other Pokemon in the bathroom called out.

"Oh, uh, hi," Max greeted, as he entered one of the open stalls.

"You're really gonna be in there a while, aren't you?" the Pokemon asked.

"Yeah," Max nodded, "you should probably get out of here while you have the chance."

"Heh, I'll take my chances." the Pokemon laughed, entering one of the neighboring stalls.

"If you say so..." Max responded, before locking the door behind him and sitting down on the toilet.

"Ohhh, man..." Max sighed, as he began to let out a series of pent up farts. "This is gonna be..."

*Fffffrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...*

"...unreal..."

"You said it," the Pokemon in the other stall seconded.

"...aaaahhhh..." Max groaned, as he continued to let out a series of windy gusts.

*Fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff...*

"Why's it taking so long?" the Pokemon in the bathroom asked.

"Well, I mean..." Max explained, "I always fart a lot before I, you know..."

*BRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPFFFFTTT!!!*

"...especially this time..." he sighed.

"My god," the Pokemon gasped, "how much did you eat last night?"

"I couldn't even tell you. At least 8 helpings of Mystery Meat Surprise, that's all I can say for sure," Max shrugged.

"Well, it sounds like it's ready to come out," the Pokemon announced.

"Yup," Max agreed, "it's coming. Just give it time."

*FRRRRRRTTTTPPPHHHHHhhhhhh...*

As if on cue, a massive fart vibrated Max's soft buttcheeks against the porcelain rim, erupting from his hole, before gradually toning down to something of an airy hiss. The other Pokemon in the stall next to him knew that Max's butt had reached its limit. It was time.

"HNNNN..." Max grunted, as he felt the first push begin.

"Here it comes," the Pokemon announced, while Max felt his butt lift off the toilet seat, tailhole beginning to crown.

"Ohh, o-ohhhh..." Max groaned, as he felt the first inch of his enormous turd emerge from his hole.

"I don't even wanna know what's going on in your stall right now," the Pokemon sighed.

"Yeah, probably for the best," Max groaned, as he continued pushing. If nothing else, it certainly felt like a Seviper was making its way out of his tight sphincter.

From the other stall, the Pokemon could hear Max's soft grunts, moans, and frequent crackling as no-doubt something horrendously awful was being birthed just on the other side of the stall wall. The sound of his groaning and grunting increased, as did the intensity of the noises below the bowl.

"HNNNNNNNN..." Max grunted, as he felt the last inch of his enormous turd slide from his hole, curling several times around the bowl in the process.

"Oh, man..." Max sighed, as he relaxed his buttcheeks atop the seat, "I think that must have been a good 20 pounds, at least... seriously..."

"My god, I can't believe you held all that in," the Pokemon in the other stall sighed. "That's amazing!"

"Yeah, well..." Max sighed, "I'm just glad it's over with. I need a nap."

"Hehe," the Pokemon laughed. "I'm glad it's over, too."

"Well," Max groaned, as he reached for the toilet paper, "I guess I'll be seeing you soon."

"Yeah," the Pokemon in the other stall nodded, "see you around."

A few minutes later, Max emerged from the restroom, looking much less tense than when he went in.

"You're back," the Charmeleon announced.

"And a hundred pounds lighter!" Max quipped.

"Did the toilet flush?" Asked the Charmeleon.

"What do you think?" Max shot back with a slight grin.

"Heh," the Charmeleon snickered, "Of course not."

"One thing's for sure though," Max started, "next time we have to take a test that long, I'm just going to use the garbage can, rules be damned."

"I think you'd be right to do that," the Charmeleon nodded in agreement. "I have to admit, though, that view in the classroom earlier was pretty nice."

"Hey!"