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 ;)

wanna sit backwards in someone’s lap while they rub and jiggle my overfed tummy

squirming as much as my fat body and stuffed belly will allow until the pressure gets to be too much and i release several loud, rumbling, sloppy farts in rapid succession right onto their crotch and feeling them grow more and more turned on with each one, their grip on my belly tightening as they try to work more pressure out 💕🐽

You’re lounging on the couch one day with your fave, who is your partner. You have told them about your fetish(es), and they’re okay with it - they’re even willing to indulge you.

When you ask if you can feed them a large bowl of poutine, coated in melted cheese and soaked in gravy, they agree. You give them forkful after forkful, and they’re moaning with every bite. Soon, their belly is showing signs of bloating and your fave is struggling to keep up with the bites, slowing down considerably. You say, “be a good boy/girl/whatever, and have one more bite for me, okay?” With a groan, they oblige.

You’re watching TV - except you’re not, really. You’re more intent on how your fave is reacting to the poutine, how their stomach is bubbling and gurgling, how they’re groaning. They speak up, then.

“I can’t hold it.” Voice timid, they cannot meet your gaze before they are leaning to the side to allow an incredible rumbler to make its way from their rear. For the rest of the day/night, you’re coaxing fart after fart from their bloated belly, all while putting your face right against their ass in order to huff the putrid smells.

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I can't remember what I ate yesterday, but whatever it was gave me the worst/best case of gas. My farts would come out as low rumbles between my cheeks and would go on for like 15 seconds at a time. I didn't feel bloated at all, I just kept churning a bunch of gurgly farts.

oh my goodness I wish I could have heard them 😳😳 that sounds perfect, endlessly ripping longgg farts omg jealous

Imagine a couple goes out to eat. It’s a greasy spoon type place, but they’re both craving breakfast for dinner, and what better place for fluffy pancakes.

This establishment is known in the community for being a bit gross. Those with sensitive systems know to steer clear, but they manage to stay open due to the brave souls and loyal pancake fans.

These two aren’t worried. They come here every now and then, and nothing has ever come of it except a healthy food coma. So they order two pancake breakfast complete with scrambled eggs, sausage, toast, and of course, a hearty stack of buttermilk pancakes.

They both eat their whole meal and leave the place with stiff, bloated stomachs and a case of the belches.

In the car, A let’s out a silent yet foul gas bubble, much to B’s dismay.

“Honey, eww,” they crack the window and squeeze their shoulder, “Did you eat too much?”

A laughs as they’re driving and grunt, letting out a loud, greasy fart “I think I— hurrrp— must have.”

B groans. The car smells terrible, but they must admit, they’re kinda feeling gassy themself. They stifle a burp into their fist, but they can feel their intestines churning too. Their bowels shift and they sigh before letting out a big brassy toot, to A’s delight.

“Aww honey!” A giggles, “Look at us! Gassy together!”

B groans, “I know, it’s awful.”

They gas their car out completely by the time they’re back in the apartment. A feels much better after letting out all that wind, but B is feeling a bit lousy, so they get to bed.

A stays up watching tv for a while, but their stomach is still super stuffed, so their energy doesn’t last and they join B in bed.

B is snoring and huffing in their sleep. Their stomach seems upset. A rubs their back and frowns, “Poor baby...” they sigh and kiss B’s forehead.

They fall asleep to the sounds of digestion, hoping to sleep off this massive meal. But this hope is dashed a few hours later. They wake up in a cold sweat and with their stomach screaming at them.

They feel that all too familiar feeling of swollen bowels and the urge to find a toilet, Now.

They dash to the bathroom but they find B already bombing the bowl.

B wails in protest, but A needs to purge immediately. They throw back the shower curtain and squat, immediately sending a torrent of thick, mushy shit onto the tile. B sighs softly, “You too, huh baby?” They ask.

A groans as they grunt out another thick wave of diarrhea, “God it burns—“ they groan, “Fuck— must have been the eggs.”

B moans as they shoot liquid shit into the toilet, “I don’t care what it was— ohh—“ they groan as it explodes from their ass, “it hurts so badly.”

They are stuck in the bathroom for a good hour. Between many toilet flushes and A using the shower hose to wash their mess away, the two of them manage to clean up eventually. Their stomachs are terribly uneasy as they get back to bed.

They cuddle for a while, rubbing each others stomachs tenderly as they share moans and belches. They’re both bloated with gas, B is too afraid of having an accident to let it go, but A pushes out sloppy gas bubbles, staining their boxers in the process. B takes up their position as little spoon and A falls asleep nestled into their neck.

They’re both awoken by an odd feeling.

Sudden.... moisture.

B yelps- “Oh my god—“ They wince, their excitement only urging more shit from them. They’re having an accident— much to their surprise. Liquid shit soaks their panties and they begin to cry- the fluid still flowing from them.

A sighs and holds them close, waiting for it to stop. They nuzzle their cheek and sigh “That’s okay baby, just get it out...”

A grunts out a soggy shart and laughs, “See, were both feeling pretty shitty.”

B doesn’t find that funny, but they’re glad they’re not the only one who’ll need a change of clothes this morning.

damn what if u sat on my lap and let me feed u a lot of gross greasy gassy food and then u burped and farted on me all night and i kept feeding u until u shart on my lap would that be crazy hahahahaha could you imagine hahahahahah