Ooo Thats Exactly How I Feel Rn I Fell Back Asleep Only To Wake Up To An Even Bigger Mess, But I Dont.

ooo that’s exactly how i feel rn 😩 i fell back asleep only to wake up to an even bigger mess, but i dont. feel like getting up. My tummy is so gurgly and full still, i dont wanna move, just wanna fill my panties up even more. I did accidentally wake myself up a few times with how loud and wet my farts were. 🥺 m’sorry to have made such a huge mess for you to clean up.

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Oh your poor thing its quite alright! Anything for my little messy girl~ you just focus on getting all that mess out and let me worry about cleaning up, both you and the sheets ;)

Imagine your slobby jockish gamer bf sitting on his stained and incredibly smelly gamer chair, in his yellowed ripped underwear with massive skid marks on. Sitting wide legged as he lets out massive wet farts, snorting in every single one and saying stuff like “fuck bruh! Smells like shit..nice” “god damn that felt good” “Unnf.. you smell that babe?~” he then pauses his game and smirks at you and then you hear his largest wettest fart that has ever come out of that hot smelly man as he follows it up with a loud and also wet burp he then hikes up a leg and starts bloating his underwear with a massive thick snake of shit, pounds apon pounds of his nasty gamer waste🤎🤎🤎 - ⚡️

goddddd yes 🤤😩 everything about this...... the stains on his chair showing exactly where his ass has been, the tattered and stained jocks, cocking a leg to drop his load hhhhhhdjdkkffll 😰💀

The pandemic has brought about one of my favorite activities, letting my wet gas leak out while participating in meetings full of people. Of course, it's fun to let the gas steadily gurgle out of me while my mic is muted — no one having any idea that it smells like sewage and a hot porta potty around me. But occasionally a mistake is made, a mic left unmuted, and that's when I push out the juicy, wet, poo filled farts that signal the start of an accident.

And I find myself apologizing quietly as people try to refocus on the subject at hand.

Umm, holy shit 😳😳😳

stuck between the urge to have someone sit on my lap and rip nasty, burbly ass on me for hours or for me to sit in someone else’s laps and rip nasty, burbly ass on them for hours

I imagine very few things are better than having someone who’s gassy and constipated lying over your thighs. Whenever they need help going, they approach you naked while you’re sitting on the couch reading or whatever and sheepishly ask if they can use you to get relief. You scoot to the edge of the seat and allow them to drape themselves over your thighs. It puts them in the perfect position for a bit of spanking or fingering.

With all that pressure, the farts are loud and forceful. You vary the sounds of their gas by playing with their cheeks. Hold them open for airy, gushing bursts while they grind their gut into your legs. Clamp their cheeks together and make them squeak out.

And when the first log starts to stretch their hole, you rub their back and coo lovingly to them as they whimper. Maybe run your fingers gently through their hair or along their scalp. The thick turd thumps onto the floor and you can feel their belly tensing and pushing against you as they squeeze out the next one. It crackles as it slides out with little pops of gas. They sigh as it drops.

Rocking against your legs, they try to coax the rest out and are rewarded with a warbling fart that comes to a sudden end when it launches another log part way out of their hole, plugging any room for gas to escape. They groan as they strain and gravity draws out a long shit that only breaks off once the tip touches the floor. Just when you think there couldn’t possibly be anything left inside, gas loudly shifts around their belly and thunders out.

There’s a sheen of sweat on their trembling body and they lay there, catching their breath and basking in relief. It’s an exhausting ordeal, and you’re not going to let them clean up alone. You tear off some tissue and lovingly wipe between their cheeks for them.

They gingerly raise themselves off you, looking a lot less pregnant, and when you’re done disposing of the mess, you cuddle on the couch and praise them for how well they did.

Or maybe it’s less lovey-dovey, and the person who needs relief is a slob that basically burps in your face then says, “Alright, bud, time to help me shit. Hold still now.” They grind their gut into your legs, grunt out a mound of shit, tell you to start wiping and then leave you in a stench filled room with a mess to clean up.