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I hope the holding is going well. Three days already. You must be so, so stuffed full, and you've still got at least three more to go. You have to let us know just how large your belly gets. Keep on going strong!
I'm not super uncomfy yet, but I can feel all the firm poop building up in my tummy. My colon feels all heavy and my farts are so warm and pungent 🥵
I've been so darn stressed and busy too, which definitely isn't helping 🫠 I think I'm gonna treat myself to as much food as I can while I work, and let it all out on Thursday.
Boss's Orders (male fart/burp fetish story/fanfic)
hii everyone this is my first public fetish story I'm posting. this character (Cyrus) is not an OC he is from the P0ke/m0n series (I do NOT need this showing up in main tags/general searches haha). please enjoy this story of a repressed and uptight man losing all control of his ability to hold in his gas
Cyrus had no particular fondness for coffee; in fact, he found the taste to be quite repulsive, though he’d never let it show. It was something he drank to function, purely to fuel the machine that was his often-ailing body. As such, it was always supposed to be black coffee. He wasn’t the type of man to do things for “fun” or “enjoyment,” which were vague and sentimental concepts he simply did not have time to deal with. He didn’t need sugar, milk, or creamer; he drank his coffee as it came.
…That, and he happened to be absurdly lactose intolerant. It frustrated him immensely; yet another way in which he was painfully human and so far from the perfect ideal he sought. He usually didn’t have much trouble avoiding dairy, though a familiar and unwelcome bubbling in his stomach made him feel as though he hadn’t been diligent enough.
He shifted uncomfortably in his office chair at Team Galactic HQ. His stomach was softly gurgling, making him thankful he was so particular about his office’s isolation from the rest of the building.
Fuck. That moronic grunt I allowed to fetch me coffee must have made some executive decision to add creamer, he thought to himself, scowling as his discomfort grew.
Why would someone do that? Why were people so stupid and presumptuous?
Cyrus sighed and rested his head in his hands, his frustration quickly interrupted by a surging cramp in his abdomen. At first, he tried to ignore it, keeping his hands and mind busy by focusing on writing his next speech. He wasn’t a child; he could keep his bodily functions at bay without issue. Another sharp cramp rung through his lower body and he found one of his hands tentatively massaging his aching stomach, finding it far more bloated than usual.
He angrily stood up and locked his office door, his stomach audibly complaining about the sudden movement. The last thing people needed to hear was him in such a vulnerable state. It was unbecoming of him.
He tried to resume his task but quickly found himself wrapping both arms around his stomach, head on his desk. “Mmnh….” Although the cool surface felt nice on his sweaty face, he let out a soft groan of pain as his insides worked themselves into knots. Righting his posture and forcing himself upright, he tried to set his sights on typing the concluding thoughts of his speech, still able to hear his gurgling stomach over the sounds of the keypresses.
A sudden cramp came that was too intense for him to fight against; though he tried, tensing his muscles so as to not give into his weakness, his body had other plans. Unable to take it any longer, he involuntarily relaxed and let out a forceful, long, wet fart, one that made him sigh in relief.
How shameful.
It was a disgusting feeling, to be so controlled by his body in this way. He attempted to stand up to open a window to rid himself of the foul odor but found another drawn-out fart bubbling out of him, so desperate he couldn’t hold it back as it filled the room with a sulfurous smell.
Whatever. He would simply resume his duties as any responsible adult would. When needed, he would provide himself relief, if that’s what it took to get his work done.
As he got back to typing, he felt a sharp cramp as his stomach lurched. He didn’t need to apply much pressure to let out a deep, ringing burp, one that made his throat hurt a bit from the sheer force of it. Anticipating another, he placed a hand over his mouth as a belch rose up from the depths of his body, muffled by his palm. Sighing, he closed his eyes, feeling shame and humiliation burn through him. “...Absolutely disgusting,” he quietly commented to nobody in particular.
The smells his body was producing at this point were foul. Entirely unable to restrain his gut from tightening and clenching, a soft, bubbly fart practically leaked out of him, filling his pants with an eggy stench. Perhaps even more mortifying than the gas itself was the sheer amount of relief it was bringing Cyrus to release it; on most occasions, he used every once of his willpower to hold back any eructations or flatulence indefinitely. To be so utterly at the mercy of his body made him feel powerless and weak, but releasing the painful pressure building up inside him was bordering on euphoric.
Taking a momentary break from typing to lean to one side, he let out a bassy fart with a finish just slightly too wet to make him feel comfortable. Another cramp hit him and forced a huge airy fart out of his hole; he let out a contented sigh of relief when it finally finished.
Every part of this disgusted him, especially the warm, damp feeling that was starting to fill the back of his briefs from the moisture of his farts. He was worried he’d need a change of underwear before the day came to a close. Hell, he might from the smell alone. But goddamnit, he’d vowed to complete his tasks at any cost. Nothing so trivial as an upset stomach would interrupt his duties.
As he set himself back to work on writing his speech, his face was burning hot from embarrassment, even though he was alone. Cyrus had always been particularly shy about his bodily functions, especially those deemed more…impolite in nature. What, was he really so weak as to lose control over his bowels, like he was a child? Regardless, even when he tried to hold back his gas, he soon found it erupting out of him, hot searing farts hissing out of him for upwards of ten seconds at a time, rendering the office air nearly unbreathable.
He pressed a fist to his mouth to stifle another loud belch, before furrowing his brow in frustration. A quick assessment of his midsection revealed him to be no less bloated than before, perhaps even moreso despite the massive amount of gas he’d managed to expel. I despise this. This is no way for a leader to conduct himself, he thought as he tentatively unbuttoned his pants and unbuckled his belt, allowing his swollen gut some relief. As revolting as this was, it’d also be best if it was over as fast as possible, and perhaps that required some encouragement on Cyrus’s behalf.
Trying to apply firm pressure to his tender abdomen, he took his fingertips and began massaging his stomach. Forcing his gas in certainly wasn’t working, so maybe forcing it out would have more productive results. With one hand, he gripped the edge of his desk, as he pushed out a massive, roaring fart, so long that it left him out of breath. “Arceus almighty…” He mused to himself as his stomach churned. Every time his hand connected with his midsection, another bubble of gas would force its way out of him.
This strategy seemed to be decent for making progress, though Cyrus’s gut seemed to be capable of producing nearly endless air. After another flurry of smaller farts, he let out a large one that, to his displeasure, felt decidedly wet.
“...Fuck,” he said, getting to his feet and attempting to make his way to his private bathroom. With every step, he let out another rancid, swampy fart, interrupted periodically by deep burps. When he finally got to the bathroom, he felt like he was being stabbed in the abdomen; surely whatever demonic force would emerge from the depths of his bowels would not leave his pants intact, and he was so close to the toilet, but…
Cyrus was unable to restrain the disgustingly wet, sloppy fart that tore through his bowels, his mouth opening a bit in shock at how truly vile it was. It sounded and smelled like he was actively soiling himself. When he managed to shove down his pants and seat himself on the toilet, finally releasing the storm brewing in his intestines, he rested his head in his hands. This was going to be a long day.
Hope that log isn't going to be too painful coming out. Bet your farts stink so bad.
Thx for the enthusiasm from everyone in my askbox! I'll be answering and giving updates in this post :3 sorry it's a bit late, I'm busy with life and all so thank you all for your patience!
By the end of yesterday I was sooo crampy and bloated, I was rubbing and pressing into my tummy trying to hold in 3 days worth of poop, but I'm a glutton so of course I still indulged in a bunch of heavy greasy spicy food before falling asleep with a tight and bloated tummy :3
Oof and this morning... while releasing my load was easier (and a few hours early) it was definitely orgasmic 🥵I let loose some of the loudest, smelliest trumpeting farts when I woke up, and they smelled so rotten... God the pure stench of my sheets alone was almost enough to make me cum, and they were loud enough for the neighbors to quietly laugh at 😳😖 All that weight rushed against my hole with a bunch of low gurgling, and I had to rush to let it all out
It took painfully long to push out such a huge log with so much mushy diarrhea behind it 🥵 I could feel it slowly coming out of me for what felt like minutes, the weight dropping out of my guts mixed with it teasing my sensitive hole was just 🥵🥵🥵💦💦💦💦💦
I absolutely blew up the toilet with my huge logs and diarrhea, I only wish I could have done it in public instead 💦
I need to poo so badly 😖
Still gonna hold for now tho :3
Are you still up for talking about pooping and constipation after stuffing?
o ofc! DW I switch kink moods rapidly but they're still all consistent
I should probably provide an update on just how bloated I've been 😮💨 I'm so full and it feels like a huge log is right up against my hole... the urge to poop isnt too strong yet but unloading definitely sounds like heaven~
I haven't let out too many farts today either but I feel like they would definitely stink 💦
Ooooo yay! I think it's time you set a new record. Three days was delicious, but I think this time you can do four. Then you'll really be stuffed full and bloated for us. You've got to keep updating, too. It's so hard to lose motivation without someone standing over your shoulder and making sure you keep going. I want to know every meal that ends up trapped in your belly.
it's definitely hard to stay all stuffed and bloated while I'm so busy on a daily basis, but it feels so good... And so humiliating 🥵
Since that post I've eaten a hefty amount of pasta and chicken wings (including leftovers and all) with fruits and vegetables and psyllium husk. The wings have been giving me the best gas of my life good God 🤤💦 I once ate them a little too soon before sleeping and I woke up with such a tummyache and basically blew up the shower with a ton of huge farts, God it felt so good
Rn im getting those typical constipation farts, the ones that are silent and warm and so so pungent that I usually have to let them out where there aren't any people... I'm not very bloated yet, but I'm feeling a little heavy
woke up with the most bloated gurgly belly and the nastiest smelling farts 🥵🥵🥵
⚠️fart, gassy⚠️
But this is an illustration about the sound of hunger .
This morning I woke up with a really upset stomach (ate a lot before bed) that was growling and I kept letting out these big loud farts. And then I felt the need to shit and had to hurry to unload a bunch of mushy diarrhea. I felt so much better when I finished though
mmm sounds like such a big relief... It's like a climax, getting to empty a ton of rich slop from your colon 🥵💦
I'd love to feel that right about now, I had a big spicy dinner and my tummy is so bloated! Gotta keep holding tho 😊🤭😖
Have I rb'd this before? Ehh ask me anyway!
Revamped Fart Q&A
(noticed that one gassy q&a going around a lot so I thought people might appreciate some different questions!)
On a scale of 1 to 10 — 1 being rarely ever able to fart, 10 being incredibly gassy at all hours of the day — how gassy are you on average?
What triggers your farts? (foods, drinks, certain situations, etc.)
Do you push out your farts when you feel one coming, or let them come out on their own?
Do you ever get morning gas? How do you deal with it?
What aspect of farts do you enjoy the most? (sound, smell, sensation, "gross" factor, etc.)
How do you react to seeing/hearing people farting irl/in a non sexual scenario? Can you act natural and laugh it off?
Which would you prefer: farting on someone's lap, or having your lap farted on?
How do you feel about smell? Do you have a preferred type of stench?
Do you feel comfortable farting in front of others?
Have you ever accidentally farted when you didn't mean to?
Do you purposely eat trigger foods in order to make yourself gassy?
What do you do when you need to fart in public? Hold it in or let it out?
What do you think about the smell of your own farts? What do they smell like?
How do you feel about fart humour in media?
Do you like face farts? Would you ever do it if you had the chance?
Describe your favourite type of fart.
Thoughts on trapped gas/bloating?
Which would you prefer: massaging someone's gassy belly, or having your gassy belly massaged?
When did you know you had this kink? What triggered it?
Clothed or naked?
Embarrassed or shameless?
Silent or loud?
Does anyone know you have this kink? Would you ever tell anyone?
a few years ago on a school trip we were eating at a restaurant, and a few of us got the chicken. later that night, when me and my 3 classmates (all girls) were in our room, we literally could not stop farting 🥺🥺 we were up until like 2 a.m complaining about the bad chicken and rubbing our bellies. the next morning, all of us were lined up outside the bathroom with a baddd poo brewing. ill never forget that night
Ooofff... fuck, shady food has a special place in my horny heart ❤️🥵
Thx for your story anon!! I wish I could've experienced that... The intense yet shared humiliation of nonstop gas and a big bloated gut and then the desperation to let out what must have been a loud, sloppy shit... 🥵🥵🥵🥵
Hi Tumblr/anons!!
This is my formal invitation for you to hit up my askbox with descriptions and stories of your farts and shits ;3
I'm bored Tumblr!
Send me some copro/eprocto shenanigans to embark on (within reason)
I already have to poop, definitely gonna hold that in tho
Can't wait to be all bloated and full of warm heavy poop~
feel like I should tell Tumblr about some fun my partner and I had 😋
We spent the weekend in together and I bought fiber soda and sugar free candy to enjoy the aftermath. I drank two sodas and 1.5 servings of maltitol candy so I was super gassy.
It suddenly hit while we were playing a game and I wanted to hold it in until we got to bed (bc bedtime sex and bigger farts ofc) but I had to empty some liquid into the toilet between rounds 😳
Anyway holding it led to it getting stuck and so I ended up whining to them about my bloated gassy tummy 🥺 We tried a bunch of different positions and lots of belly rubs, and after like 10 minutes and a good squeeze, I let out a few loud bursts of gas right onto their crotch 🥵🥴 The farts were so warm under the covers and they said they could smell it... They degraded me (which I love when it comes to my eprocto kink), and called me a stinky disgusting little slut~ 🥵💦❤️❤️❤️
I proceeded to absolutely deflate into their lap as they grinded against my butt and spanked me and told me how foul it smelled and how loud and long they were good god I could cum just thinking about it 💦💦💦
They're my favorite I love them so so soo sooo much
Olivia was sat in the pool, surrounded by her friends and acquaintances from uni in the late hours of her 21st birthday party. It'd been an incredible night so far; people were drinking, dancing, the food was amazing, and Olivia was enjoying herself in more ways than one. She wasn't exactly sitting in the pool itself, more like straddling another person in the pool. The other girl would feed Olivia and then kiss her after every bite.
"Open wide Livie." Bea, Olivia's girlfriend, popped a strawberry into Olivia's mouth before biting the other half so their lips could meet.
Olivia felt amazing in the moment. This would be a birthday she'd remember forever.
bBBbblLlllL
The two girls froze mid-makeout. The worst part was the Bea's hand had slid down to Olivia's ass right at that moment, so she felt every air bubble that had escaped Liv's rear end. Olivia felt her face grow hot. She was mentally preparing an plausible lie that would explain why she didnt just fart on her girlfriend, but Bea's giggling was the first to break the silence.
"Damn Livie, I didnt know you were so comfortable with me." Bea continued to laugh as she tucked a wet strand of curly hard behind Olivia's ear. Olivia's face twisted into an expression that could only be described as a bashful cringe before covering her face with her hands and burying herself into her girlfriend's chest, causing Bea to go from giggling to full on laughter.
Olivia insisted they get out of the pool, and Bea agreed after a few more minutes of teasing.
"This way it'll be harder to tell if you fa-" Olivia punched Bea in the arm.
They joined their group of friends next to the music and spent the better part of the hour dancing and playing drinking games. It was getting close to midnight, which was when they were planning to bring out the cake. This was when everyone was going to sing happy birthday and Olivia would be the center of attention. She'd been excited for it since the day she planned it six months ago. She loved the spotlight, it's why she planned these big elaborate birthday parties! But right now, something was terribly wrong, and she wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole.
Olivia had hoped that that embarrassing moment in the pool would be the worst of it. She had to admit that she was a little nervous about the party, and she'd been stress eating for the past few days. She'd eat until she finally realized that her stomach was stuffed to the brim, then she'd regret everything later on when she had to squeeze a fat load into the toilet. Today had been the worst of it; she'd practically cleaned out the fridge, and would've eaten the catering too if her friends hadn't stopped her. But they'd been so busy with everything that she when she realized she hadnt gone yet the party had already started. No big deal though right? She lived here, she knew where the bathroom was. But every attempt to relieve herself had been halted. The line had been too long on the first floor, and several people had been sick in the second floor bathroom. Olivia figured that she could hold it, but that had been 4 hours ago. Her stomach feel like a painful boulder she had to carry around. It's why she'd led Bea to the pool in the first place, the water felt soothing to her tummy, she just didn't realize how much.
Now something had been breached. She tried to act normal, but her stomach felt like a war zone. The weight of so many helpings of meat and cheese and any snack she had been able to find was now punching and kicking at her insides. She felt pregnant and ready to pop, but there was no where to give birth to this thing unless she did it in a bush. And she would NOT be humiliated at her own birthday party!
Olivia was starting to feel sick, enough so that she feared her friends would notice. So she went back to her original plan of simply trying to soothe her tummy. Once the party was over and everyone was gone, she could beeline right for the nearest bathroom or sink or bucket and let loose. She just had to wait a couple more hours.
She told everyone that she was gonna go chill in the hot tub for a bit, emphasizing how she wanted to enjoy some alone time before her big moment. She was glad no one pushed to go with her and made her way over.
The hot tub was completely vacant. This was post covid, no one wanted to share a pool of hot bubbling water in close proximity to a bunch of strangers. Olivia eased herself in and immediately felt her stomach settle. She let out a long sigh and allowed herself to openly rub her aching stomach. She didnt realized how bloated she was until she felt the taut bulge protruding out her midsection. It was clear this load was gonna be big, but for now it would have to wait until later.
BBbBOorrbbLll
Olivia sat stiff as she watched and extra set of bubbles rise to the surface. For a moment her face went red, but then she remembered that she was alone. Everyone was far enough away that even if the music wasnt on no one would really notice what she was doing unless they looked closely at her. She relaxed again, sinking further under the water, and relaxed her body enough to let out another fart, this one deeper and more intense than the last. Her eyelids lowered, a relieved expression forming on her face. She felt her stomach gurgle with satisfaction as more gas bubbles burst from her swimsuit. She felt herself give a little push to ease more of it out, feeling more relieved than she had all night.
BRBBLRRT
Olivia gasp as if she'd been drowning and now was desperate for air. Something hard and wide was pressing out of her and against the back of her swimsuit, and it was eager to fully emerge. Olivia tried not to panic, but internally she wanted to scream and cry. This could not be happening, and she hated how badly her body needed it too. Her body wanted so badly to push keep pushing, tried to convince her to let it come out. But she reminded herself that she was in a HOT TUB! She was at her birthday party and she was not about to shit anywhere but on a toilet!
She fought back and started to suck it back in, her asshole gaping around the protrusion sticking out of it. She strained as hard as she could without alerting anyone, draping her arms over the side like she was relaxing when really she was gripping the edge of the tub for support. It hurt to try and pull the turd back in, but she bore down hard. But there was no room in her stomach for it, her body showed her how fruitless her effort was.
As soon as she stopped straining, the log took the chance to slide out. Not a little, not halfway, but fully and completely into her swimsuit. It happened so quickly, but she felt every bulge it made as it happening, feeling it curl up against her butt. She let out an involuntary groan when it fully came out, small bubbles rising up from her bottom when a muffled fart was pushed out against the huge load. The bulge in her swimsuit was so wide, even in the rippling water she could see it poking out between her legs. She felt grateful it was all solid, but it didnt change the fact that she had still shit herself. She could feel a sob rising up from her throat, but she barely had time for a single tear when a friend appeared by her side. She nearly jumped out of her skin and just barely avoided squishy the poopy bulge in her butt in the process.
"Oh sorry Liv! Wasnt trying to scare you. But it's almost time for cake! Come on, we gotta sing happy birthday to the birthday girl." They playfully pinched her cheek before walking off, thankfully unaware of Olivia's predicament.
Now she was panicking. She had to do something, there was now way she was going to stand in front of everyone with a bathing suit full of shit. But she couldnt go up there naked! And the worst part about the whole thing was that she still needed to go. The log sitting in her bikini bottom was the first of many, she could feel her stomach churning with another big poop. Possibly some less solid ones too.
As if to pour salt on the wound, Olivia felt her bladder let go. If the pool wasnt already hot, she would feel a warmth spreading around her waist. The only reason she knew she was peeing was because the momentary increase of warmth on her thighs paired with the feeling of emptying her bladder. She sat there in the water for a moment, frozen like a peeing deer with poop in its pants. She didnt have much time, so she did the only thing she could think of at that moment and reached down to open her bottoms. Apparently her mess wasnt as solid as she'd originally thought, and she had to wiggle her hips to get her poop to budge. She hopped out as it rose to water level and quickly wiped herself with a towel before rushing off towards the waiting crowd.
Olivia was greeted by cheers and birthday wishes as she approached, and she tried to ignore the cramping pressure in her bottom as she smiled and thanked everyone. She stood before the crowd of her girlfriend, best friends and peers as they begun to sing.
"Happy Birthday to you~"
Olivia could barely hear any of them over a different sort of chorus going on in her stomach. She tried not to grit her teeth as her insides turned to knots.
"Happy Birthday to you~"
Olivia was glad she was face towards the crowd and that their singing was loud, because she suddenly felt a fart slip out and leave something wet and muddy in her bottoms. It started and wouldnt stop no matter how much she clenched, and she tried not shake as gas rippled out of her.
"Happy Birthday dear Olivia!~"
She had to hold it! She had to! But she could feel her bottom loosening up.
"Happy Birthday to-!"
BLOOOP BLLORRTTTCH
The sound of mud and muck filling her bottoms cut through the song. A tidal wave of chunky liquid poop exploded out of her ass at it's weakest moment.
BBLLRRTCHBBLLRTT
There was so much poop, she felt it burst out and spill onto the ground, even running up her back. Her body was so overcome with the desperate need to unload that for an unfortunate moment she forgot she wasnt on a toilet. She could feel something more solid coming from her stomach and so, in front of everyone, she began to push.
"UHH UUUGGHHHNN!"
She grunted like a cave man and wrapped her arms around her stomach as large soft logs of waste began to squeeze out of her like toothpaste. It oozed out and landed with a solid wet thud onto the ground.
The crowd watched on, some stunned, some horrified, some disgusted and gagging. But one thing they all had in common was that they'd remember this forever. Especially Olivia.
@0-my-secret-blog-0 I LOVE YOU DEAR FELLOW FREAKY CITIZEN
Tumblr I need your help!
im looking for this scat fic story about a girl who has a pool party for her birthday and shits in her pants and in the pool due to stress eating and being constipated
The main character was Sabrina?? Sofia? Samantha????
I don't remember who it was by but please help me find it tumblr I'm horny 🙏🫠
Edit: ik everyone prolly knows this but there was a poll that came before it to choose between that and two other story prompts that might be around idk if that helps
Tumblr I need your help!
im looking for this scat fic story about a girl who has a pool party for her birthday and shits in her pants and in the pool due to stress eating and being constipated
The main character was Sabrina?? Sofia? Samantha????
I don't remember who it was by but please help me find it tumblr I'm horny 🙏🫠
Edit: ik everyone prolly knows this but there was a poll that came before it to choose between that and two other story prompts that might be around idk if that helps
Another edit: an anon told me the name was more than likely Olivia, I also think the main character had a GF named Becky or Becca or smth
Still havent found it btw 😩
Last night was wild- I went to sleep so soo stuffed! I had a bunch of rich heavy pasta and bread plus dessert courtesy of my partner 🤭 I kept whining and moaning about how full I was while they rubbed it for me, still having no idea how much was really inside me~
Sometime late at night I woke up with the worst cramps, my stomach was all whiny and bubbly and I rushed to the toilet bc I just couldn't hold it in anymore 🥺😖
The first few logs were so thick and hard to push out but it felt so good to finally empty myself~ I kept pushing and rubbing my poor tummy as the logs got softer until thick slop was just pouring out of me, occasionally interrupted by loud splattering farts 🥵😖😖 fuck I felt so tired and good afterwards
I cleaned up and went back to bed all weak and throbbing with arousal
My partner even asked if I was alright while cuddling me 😳 I said yes but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't humiliated 🥵
Thx everyone for watching this journey happen! There are many more kinky experiences to come ;)
It is official I am doing!! My very first official hold on record!!!
Ate psyllium husk, 3 big servings of baked pasta with an ungodly deliciously sinful amount of cheese, abd topped that thang off with more psyllium husk
The left of my colon feels a little full, but this is only the beginning. I'll update in the coming days, send me your encouragements and food ideas!
Perhaps I can be convinced to eat a little sugar free candy for extra gas who knows 👀
Good morning! Welcome to day two! What's for breakfast? Are you still gassy? How long do you think you'll be able to hold out? It's Thursday, so the end of the week certainly seems like a reasonable goal. That would get you nice and stuffed and full of gas. I'm sure you can handle that.
Oh, and I hope you're having a real breakfast, not just a little bit of yogurt or fruit or cereal. You need a proper meal to keep you going and fuel your hold... And build more gas. Some eggs, maybe pancakes or waffles if you have them... It would be really good to mix cheese into the eggs. Anyway. Just thinking out loud
Morning anon!
Oof, yes, I've been so gassy... there's people sat around me and I've been having to hold it in because it STINKS 🥵💦 It's so hot and lingers for minutes... Ugh but I'm so bloated I just wanna let it all out in my partner's lap~
Eggs and cheese is certainly a good breakfast idea! Definitely gives me gas, I might do that for another experiment.
sadly I don't often have time for breakfast, but I definitely eat more at lunch and dinner! Planning to overstuff myself at a restaurant date tonight~
It's oilv garden!! Fettuccine Alfredo time~
(That might do me in actually 👀)
Fuck I love hearing about your holding adventures! You can absolutely hold it longer. Just imagine how bad your room will smell in the morning after you’ve been ripping ass under the covers through the night. You’ll wake up with your tummy bloated, stretched out like a dome, gurgling and churning under your skin. Don’t shit. I know you don’t want to, but if you’re thinking you *have* to, hold it anyway. Hold it even if you have to use every ounce of strength to keep your asshole shut. It’ll pass; you’ll calm down eventually. Your body has to learn that you’re not going to shit just because you normally poop every day.
oh my~
I do remember drifting to sleep and stinking up the covers, of course. And I don't fart in my sleep, which is why I always wake up with morning gas 😋 it was much worse than it's been in a good while~ I woke up all crampy and bloated, then let out a ton of farts that left my sheets all warm and stinky... And of course I stayed there a moment to sniff it up and enjoy
I think at one point i nearly lost control, but managed to keep it all in- for now ;)
Ughhhh gas holding is so hot. Are you full of it? Clenching it back? Tummy groaning and creaking? I’m obsessed with your hold
aww thx for the flattery anon~
It's honestly been less than a day, so I'm not very full yet, but all that meat and cheese has been sitting inside me and my gas has been very hot and very putrid... 🥵🤤
What are usually the foods that you find most difficult to digest.
And what is the smell they give to your farts?. In my experience, without a doubt, meat and dairy products make my intestines very restless.
Well I’m lactose intolerant so any dairy creates a lot of gas and liquifies my guts. It literally comes out with so much pressure that I’ve been able to blast a stream of diarrhea 9ft (after chugging 4 gainer shakes made with 2L full fat cream). The farts are wet, rumbling and can never be trusted.
Spicy food goes right through me. I try to avoid it because it burns my hole raw and considering how often I shit now with my stuffings I don’t want to deal with a sore puffy hole aching as I pump out that much shit multiple times a day. I don’t really fart but my gut gurgles like crazy.
Any type of meat in excess constipates me. Those rotten fermented farts smell horrible and are so heavy
The second worst after dairy is fried food or anything greasy or oily. It’s so hard to tell if I need to fart or shit until it’s too late. Those farts are sloppy, leave my hole sticky. Plus the grease lives up my bowels and it’s almost impossible to clench tight enough to prevent some sludge from oozing out. The farts sputter and rumble. They feel so good coming out but omg I’ve ruined so many panties with oil -laden shit.
To have an overpacked cauldron of a belly that is completely controlled by your feeder.
Master hasn’t allowed for an emptying In 3 days but has still fed his prized hog to the brim. Rancid constipated farts are a small relief when your bowels are stretched to the max to compensate. He uses your cunt, needing to push a bit harder than usual to get in, feeling how everything clogging your pipes has piled into and swollen your rectum.
He finishes inside you and then goes to get your next meal. He proceeds to stuff you with a mountain of food until you can no longer breath.
He presses your fat bloated gut and you groan in discomfort, your hole inadvertently puckering.
“No, no,” he says. “No shitting yet. Just gas.”
“But if I try to fart again, it’ll be impossible to hold the rest in. “
“That’s your fault for being such a greedy piggy. Your stomach is this way because of YOUR gluttony. And You have another day to go piggy.”
The next day comes and your guts are done processing the food. Your feeder instructs you that it’s emptying day. He instructs you to take a stance on all fours , and goes to feel how hard and bloated your abdomen is.
“Ah, looks like you’ve done a great job of getting filled and having your bowels stretched to capacity,” he says grabbing a box and what looks like tin foil. He puts on a rubber glove.
“Alright you know the drill. Face down and spread em,” he instructs. You follow his instructions and place your head on the floor, ass still up and use both hands behind you to spread your deep cheeks. You sigh , knowing that finally you’ll get some relief from the unbearably fullness in your guts.
Suddenly, you feel a cold glycerine suppository press against your hole. It’s forced in along with the finger behind it. He retracts his finger to have it covered In your chocolate. He repeats this with three more slippery inserts.
“Now you have to hold it until the glycerine melts. I’m doing you a favour so your hole doesn’t rip this time. Let me know when you’re busting to empty and I’ll bring the bucket”
Last time the constipated plug of shit practically tore your ass in two while being birthed.
You hold it, clenching against everything In your body telling you to push. You’re still on your hands and knees half an hour later as you feel the pressure behind your hole is mountain and you feel the weight of days worth of sweet creamy shit pressing against your hole. Despite your best efforts, a fart sputters out along with a bit of shit and melted glycerine.
“I’m ready to empty,” you groan loudly in defeat. Your feeder walks in on a pathetic scene. Fat pig on their hands and knees, swollen gut gurgling and hanging on the floor, drenched in sweat, hole quivering with the anticipation of finally getting some reprieve. He lays an industrial bucket behind your cellulite-ridden ass.
“All right pig, let’s see the aftermath of that gluttony,” the words are barely out his mouth before the gates part and shit starts pummelling onto the bottom of the bucket. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, as log after log of constipated shit leaves its incubator. Rumbling farts and stomach gurgles are all that can be heard as the shit gets sloppier and bursts out of your poor tender hole. You moan half in pain half in pleasure.
Your feeder smirks, knowing you’ll be laying cable trying to empty all that waste for at least the next couple of hours.
#constipated #slob
It is official I am doing!! My very first official hold on record!!!
Ate psyllium husk, 3 big servings of baked pasta with an ungodly deliciously sinful amount of cheese, abd topped that thang off with more psyllium husk
The left of my colon feels a little full, but this is only the beginning. I'll update in the coming days, send me your encouragements and food ideas!
Perhaps I can be convinced to eat a little sugar free candy for extra gas who knows 👀
Guys what if I f
What if I fetishized my farmer avatar
Tummy... tummy hurty...
Ate ghost pebber chees
And double serving of sugar free candy
Farted like crazy for an hour then expelled sloppy shit into the toilet uhnnhghghnn
Tummy burning... hurts.. so good~
Life hack
Get gas
Get blanket
Shove small bit of blanket between cheeks
Fart
sniff blanket part
Your welcom internet
Was with my partner once and they left to use the bathroom which was right next to the room we were in. When I tell you the SHEER VOLUME AND LENGTH of the fart they let out into the toilet, I- 🥵💦💦💦💦 I'll be honest I immediately reached down to touch myself (we were in private dw)
They didn't even poop to my knowledge they just let out an enormous fart that now lives in my head rent free. I wonder if they knew i could hear it and how I would react... I did act a little flustered when they came back :3
First oc fic w/ Eve!! 🎆🔧👾
Thank you all for 40 follows!! At first I made this with AI for help which is why it's in second person (I made the rest myself, it's really only the eloquent parts that AI wrote lmao) but I tried to express the character's emotion and personality through the inner monologue. Sorry this is long and that I'm not the best writer! Also I didn't detail the character all too well bc I didn't want to specify it was them at the time
Warnings: scat, farts, messing, constipation, NSFT
Also maaaaybe I'll explore her kink journey in further installations~
You stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror. You're naked, fresh out of the shower. Since being cursed, you smell like death no matter how much you scrub yourself. You may as well give up at this point.
Even worse, your lower stomach is big enough to make you look pregnant. You're bloated as hell. You started this job a few weeks ago, and you've been way too tired and busy to shit– not that you could in a timely manner if you tried. Your guts had always been like this, constantly backed up with a ton of solid shit that refused to come out for at least a few days at a time. This damn curse has only made everything worse for you.
You let out an irritated sigh and palm the hard mass in your belly. You feel so full of shit, it's all so hard inside of you. You feel some pressure build up, and you force out a hot fart. It's tiny and silent, but the steam in the bathroom amplifies the rotten smell. You wrinkle your nose at the stink. That was awful even for you.
You put on a cropped shirt, a jacket, boyshorts, and some loose, ripped sweats. You still look bloated in these. Hell, your belly stuck out past your boobs- not like your boobs were ever even big enough to warrant a bra most days. You left the bathroom with another tiny, putrid puff of gas.
…
You and the crew are on break, preparing for your next mission. While tinkering with a new weapon, the pain in your packed guts reemerges. You break a sweat with how much it's cramping. You press deeply into the side where it hurts most. When you least expect it, it gurgles. Your stuck, backed up guts _gurgled. Things were finally moving down there, thank fuck. You would use the restroom soon, just implement a couple more parts…_
Your stomach gurgled again, a high-pitched whine of pressurized gas that descended into a deep groan. You reflexively put your hand to your bloated mess of a belly, feeling the taut surface under your skin. You gave it a small slap, and shook it. You could feel the gas bubbles crowding towards your asshole, and you eagerly pushed.
You expected a silent hiss as usual, but this fart was like a small foghorn compared to your normal track record. You quickly muffled it with your jacket pulled off and shoved under you, letting the rest of the fart rumble out of you for what felt like a whole minute as you rubbed and pushed into your bloated belly. The tainted jacket is still warm with your gas, and in your solitude and curiosity, you bring it up to your face to smell it.
The stench is overpowering. It's the awful odor of rotten meat and mold, yet it's earthy and sweet. You huff it deeply, reaching down to graze your fingers over your clothed clit. _The fuck? How is this turning you on? You've hated being bloated with a shit-ton of gas and shit all the time, even if eventually releasing it all was… borderline orgasmic. …Fuck, did you have any more in you?_
You did, in fact, have another fart coming. Still huffing your own fumes off the jacket, you rubbed your belly eagerly. You felt gas traveling throughout your lower left colon and further down. You quickly pulled down your pants, then shoved the jacket between your flat asscheeks. You pushed, burning hot gas rushing out of you with a muffled noise like that of a brass instrument. This fart was even longer, ending with a series of wet bubbles. You bit back what would have been an audible moan.
You brought the jacket to your nose, and sniffed. It was so strong, you felt almost lightheaded. You were wet with pleasure down there, and you began rubbing yourself over your panties. You moaned aloud this time, soft enough to be sufficiently muffled by the jacket. _What the hell, why not?_ You muffle a few rancid burps in the jacket between whiffs, savoring the intoxicating mix of gas from both your ends.
Just as you fart on your jacket again, a solid mass pokes out from between your cheeks. Fuck. You think to rush to the bathroom, but then again… You remember the last times you ran to the bathroom only to get it stuck again. These boxers were as old as shit, and you had spare panties. You sat back while on your knees, leaning forward and pushing into your stomach. _May as well try._
Grunting softly, you begin to push out the first log. It feels so wide, maybe as thick as your (admittedly skinny) wrists. You brace yourself against the wall, legs splayed apart for balance, and push harder. The log emerges inch by inch, dry and hard from being in your guts for ages. It breaks apart in your boxers as it exits. You grunt again, face contorted in effort, and finally, with a soft plop, the log is free.
You're not done, you can definitely feel more coming. You manage to free a second log, even larger than the first, with a grunt and a groan. It lands with a wet thud in your boxers on top of the first one. You're sweating now, your body shaking with the effort. You lean forward, both hands pressing into your lower abdomen, feeling the next one ready to emerge. You groan, a low, guttural sound, and push again.
Your body strains with the effort, every muscle taut as you bear down. The third log is the largest yet, and it takes several tries before you feel it begin to slide out. You brace yourself, panting heavily, and with one final, powerful push, it crackles out into your boxers, stretching them out from how full they are. You manage a few more small logs of shit before slumping back, panting and drenched in sweat.
You moan quietly, cupping the back of your boxers with one hand. The mass is fucking heavy, and you feel so much lighter. Your hole is sore, and your pussy is throbbing from the ecstasy of relief.
Just when you think it's over, a sudden series of loud gurgles ripples through your colon, shaking your stomach and rushing towards your hole. You clutch your stomach and _push._
A thunderous fart rushes out of your ass, rumbling on for ages. The sound is barely muffled by your mess, as it's heavy enough to have weighed your panties down away from your butt. Your stomach doesn't stop gurgling, all your gas finally unstuck and feeling almost infinitely generated inside of you.
Long, wet, bubbling farts blast out of you one after another. They go on, getting wetter and wetter, burning with heat as they come out.
_ssplrt_
_Shit- Gods, fuck, your stomach is cramping. This mess is gonna get ten fucking times worse..._ A sickeningly wet shart then blasts out of you, splattering your mess with the cherry on top that is a torrent of liquid diarrhea. You can feel your stomach deflate as the last of your shit demons are exorcized.
You slump over against the wall. _The fuck else can you do? Holy shit... literally._ You take a deep breath in. The air is polluted with the rotten smell of your shit- shit that's been fermenting in your guts for fucking weeks. Your loose hole is still spilling with a few airy farts as you catch your breath.
_Great. How the hell are you gonna clean this up?_
The struggle between choosing the farmer persona and the eprocto scientist persona is real