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Rubber and scat very nice

(finally gathered the courage to send something here, i suppose i'll take 🪬 as an emoji)

i got absolutely WASTED last night for new year's. it's a tradition me and my roommate have had since we were in college to get drunk as hell and it always ends with us laughing hysterically when the ball drops lmao. but this morning i was hit with THE WORST gas once i woke up. i had a pretty decent beef belly and so i got comfortable on my bed and laid down on my stomach and the most sloppy, rumbly farts just kept pouring out of me. i had ice cream the night before too and i've got ulcerative colitis so my ass was a fucking danger zone. i ended up messing my boxers and i didn't even care because it just felt soooo good to deflate. it wasn't a big mess but it was wicked soft and all came out in one big, raunchy shart. it was so hot and i couldn't help myself from snaking my hand underneath me and rubbing myself as i ripped bubbly farts into my mess until i came. best way to start the new year i think

ghhhhhhhhdjfhh yeah that's a perfect way to celebrate the new year 😩🥵 getting all that gas out of a bloated tummy and not even caring about sharting bc it feels so good aaaaaaaa 🥴🥴

Lately I’ve been completely taken over by the concept of someone who is super lactose intolerant like any amount of dairy gives them horrible gas that will turn into diarrhea without warning so of course they drink a lot of milk all the time and just unashamedly pushes out every fart as hard as they can, moaning with each one. It feels good and they don’t care who knows. Each fart just gets wetter and wetter until they inevitably shart themselves. I like to fantasize about someone doing their grocery shopping like this, they load up all day before chugging a bottle of milk and going to the store, crop dusting the aisles as they go through every one to pick up what they need. Making a show out of bending a little and grunting with each fart they push out until they finally just push out the whole load and finish their shopping with messy pants just completely unashamed of the fact and even pushing more farts and shit into their already packed pants

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yesss just indulging in that instant relief 🥴 I love when people with stomach issues intentionally ingest something they know is gonna fuck up their guts just bc they like the effects, like that anticipation of what's gonna happen later after they've chugged some milk 😏

been thinking about this scenario for a while, so...

imagine two hot nasty guy roommates; they're friends with benefits so they fuck a lot (but just as bros you know). they're really nasty and are totally okay with nasty stuff, farting, pissing, shitting, etc. one night they're fucking, that position of like the top laying down and the bottom straddling him but he's getting fucked, not riding. while being pounded he starts feeling like he wants to fart so he tells his roommates "wait wait, I gotta fart, pull out real quick", so he does and starts to let out loud, long and wet farts like that, still in that position. his roommate's dick twitches to the sound. he has his hands on the other's ass and can feel his buttcheeks trembling from the farts.

"ok I'm done" so he sinks back into his roommate's cock and they continue fucking for a while. after some time his roommate starts to feel something mushy against his cock head as he's fucking him, so he asks (while pounding) "gotta poop?" very casual and nonchalant. so the bottom guy nods a little and says "fuck I think I do, yeah" before tucking his head on the other's neck, breathing heavily from the pounding. his roommate slows down the thrusts and slips out of his hole again, he notices the head of his cock is just a little brown-ish from the poop inside and tells the other "go poop over there real quick" pointing towards the corner of the room with his head. the bottom guy just breathes out a tiny "okay", already feeling the pressure of the poop in him.

he goes to the corner, squats down on the floor facing the bed so his roommate can see his face, and starts pushing. he grunts a bit and scrunches his face while at it but it's low-key a cute expression. the thick mushy but still solid/consistent log starts to come out, and it's one of those long ones, just keeps coming out in one long snake. it's a lot, it starts to pile a bit, forming a little mountain of poop. after it comes out, he pushes a bit more and another log comes out, this time more rigid and regular sized, it comes out with a loud fuming fart, shooting the log down fast on top of the mushy brown mound of poop. he lets out a few more loud farts before he's done. he sighs in relief and gets back up, going back to bed where his roommate is waiting him while stroking his cock. they go back to fucking like nothing happened, while the big pile of poop sits in the corner waiting to be cleaned up.

I just love how they're lazy and wanna fuck so bad that they rather poop right then and there so they can keep fucking immediately rather than go to the bathroom. the casualness of it all makes it all so hot to me 🙈🤤 kskskksk

daaaaamn anon this was a delight 🥴🥴🥴 gotta go when you gotta go, right? doesn't matter if you leave a mess on the floor in the meantime 🥵

Imagine your fav is really bloated and they feel like taking a hot steamy shower to help relax their muscles. They stand in the shower for a while, letting the hot water massage their bloated stomach and back, helping coax out deep burps and loud stinky farts that echo throughout the bathroom. Instantly feeling better.

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Warnings- mentions of stuffing, eprocto, scat, voyeurism (?)

Following a night of fooling around with their partner, after a surprisingly large, very rich, somewhat spicy dinner, A rouses just past seven in the morning, shifting drowsily beneath the sheets. It takes a minute, but soon enough, the memories of the previous night wash over them, leaving them with a renewed feeling of euphoria. B had come home with two large bags full of take-out in their arms, and, as they'd eaten, B had let it slip that seeing A the way they had a couple week ago, upon their arrival, had confused them at first, but eventually, confusion had morphed into excitement, and more importantly, admittance. B wanted what they did; to watch them grow steadily, and turn into what B had affectionately called a 'gassy, eating and shitting machine.'

Even with a night spent with B feeding them a variety of foods from a restaurant in the city, with intervals spent with palms wedged into the fluff of their belly, coaxing out rancid gas, A can hardly believe that that the desires they'd harbored in secret aligns with B's. Which is why they've barely questioned it; at least if it by some twisted fate, it is a dream, they'd have made the most of it.

The musings don't last long, for A is soon reminded of what has awoken them this early on a Saturday morning. B is still asleep, cuddling them from behind, with a leg hooked over A's hip and an arm draped lazily over their side, their hand just above the ever-existent swell of A's tummy. And speaking of A's tummy, the gassy gurgles from the night before have returned with vengeance, except, by now, it's journeyed lower and powerful cramps makes their toes curl. Biting their lower lip, A brings a hand to their belly, pressing into the spot right below their navel. The pressure aids in allowing them to push out a deep, rumbling fart that vibrates their fatty cheeks, right against B's crotch.

Sighing uncomfortably, A squirms slightly at the pressure against the sphincter. It isn't abnormal for them to need a trip to the toilet in the morning, it's routine actually, but their tummy is rebelling with an urgency that is usually reserved for only when they absolutely must have relief, without time for delay. A couple of sputtering farts, that sound sort of like raspberries being blown into someone's stomach, accompanied by a watery spray has A whining desperately. Any more and they fear they'll be making a mess all over B.

A strained exhale parts their lips, already, beads on sweat is gathering on their skin. Each pungent toot brings them closer to losing control, causing them to groan inwardly. An especially loud blast rockets out of them, and worried that their control is dwindling, A sits up hastily, consequently waking B.

"Where are you going?" B mumbles, trying to get them back into laying position.

"To the bathroom," A protests, knowing that time is of the essence. Silent gas is seeping from their sweating rear as they speak and the heat in the air makes their stomach churn.

"Mmmm," B sits up, shifting to snake their arms around A's bubbling mid, teasingly pressing into the bloat that serves as their tubby belly, "Why?" They feign ignorance, "Can't you pee a little later?"

"I don't have to pee," A counters, pressing their bum into the mattress, desperate to keep their eager load at bay, "I have to take a fucking shit," they explain trying to shake of B's frim embrace.

Chuckling, B coos tauntingly, "My gassy little pet has to poop," they tease with a chortle, nibbling on the back of A's neck, biting down a little harder when a fart whistles from below A. Truly, they'd always hoped to share their desires with B, and the new teasing is painfully arousing, but that doesn't change the fact that they don't want to ruin their favorite sheets with a messy load.

"I really have to go," they beg, their toes curling in anticipation and their palms griping their knobby knees tightly, knuckles going white, "Please let me go."

B hums contemplatively, "Okay," they permit, but their hold has yet to relent, "But," it feels like they're taking their sweet time to get to words out, and A thinks their doing it on purpose. The fabric beneath them is uncomfortably warm and even if the moisture between their cheeks isn't poop, but A knows that it won't be long before that changes. "I want to watch."

"Done," they agree hastily, standing from the minute B releases them, keeping their hole pinched shut, cradling their belly and padding over to the adjoining bathroom, with B close on their heels.

Neither of them are much too concerned with the door, and from the moment A spots the pristine, porcelain throne, an immense sense of relief washes over them. Though, it's severely short lived when B stops them, rummaging through a neatly packed cabinet below that double sink. Before A can even manage the words, B is explaining, "Not in there silly. Clearly you don't like the toilet," they wink, referring to all the soiled laundry they'd found in the tub upon their return, "So why don't you just go on the floor?"

Still nursing their distended stomach, an electric spark of arousal travels to their crotch as warning toots escape them. But they're also a little self conscious, "Are you sure?" They inquire unsteadily as B lays out the fluffy white towel in front of the tub.

"Very," they reach to lead A over, "Come on baby, I know you're desperate."

"Uh huh," A agrees, lowering their naked frame into a squat. The position is a good one, but they're a little too heavy to support their own weight on just their legs like that, so A leans forward a bit, sticking out their ass and gripping the cool lip of the tub.

Gas hisses out of them, and immediately, their puckered hole yawns open, widening around the first, eager length. Its a bit on the bigger side, but its soft enough to not hurt, easily snaking out of them. Ample cheeks, riddled with the light sheen of old stretch marks, make way for the emerging dark brown, glistening loaf, which coils as it reaches the towel positioned below A. Their stomach contracts gently as A pushes, birthing the beginnings of what they assume to be a sizeable movement.

"Look at that," B muses huskily, from their seat on the floor not too far behind, "How does that feel sweetheart?"

A grunts, wincing at the twist in the pit of their belly, "It burns a little," they pant, "And my tummy hurts." Exertion gathers on their brow, and as the length breaks off with a thud. A's shit-stained lips wink as they bear down a little, feeling another mass descend through their colon, "Oh, here it comes," they announce as a lump rears its head.

A's always been a loud pooper, prone to grunting, moaning and even a little cursing, but having B around encourages them to be even more vocal. "Fuck," they lean further forward, so their heels lift off the floor just about an inch, "B, can you see that?" With the first half of the log cleared, the rest descends with ease, "It feels big," it's just as long as the first too, piling on top of A's initial rope of shit, before breaking of with a gagged edge.

"It is," B agrees, impressed, having to shift slightly to quell their arousal, "Are you done?"

"Nope," A blasts a series of short, nasty toots. It's a lot, sure, but they can still feel some more settled inside them, "I think I've got a bit more."

It takes a couple minutes spent ridding their gut of the gas, but eventually, they're crowning again, that mass wider than the first two, but much softer, rocketing out of A and slopping in a semi-solid mass next to the first lengths. A moans as their tummy groans and gurgles, pushing out greasy blasts, smaller flecks of wet poop accompanying the gas and peppering the white of the towel.

"Does it hurt baby?" B probes, shifting onto their knees to get a clearer view of A's fluttering hole, sucking in a sharp breath when a watery fart vibrate A's butt.

"Yeah," A admits, "But it feels so fucking good too," they rock their hips, "Ngh, it's coming." The poop is slowly snaking through their gaping hole, gathering with the other loaves, snapping off before the last lengths, shorter and far softer than the rest, lands on top of the pile. "Done," they declare after a couple tentative pushes.

"Whew," B whistles, "You shit like a cow baby," They stand, colleting the roll of tissue and then joining A, "So much and so stinky."

A blushes, feeling another spark reach their crotch, "Do you wanna do it?" They offer, "I think I got really dirty," just the mere thought of having B's fingers touching them like that was so erotic to them, cleaning up after them, like they always do. Taking care of them, as they always do.

Without a verbal response, B unrolls a wad of tissue, guiding it to the split of A's ass, starting low and dragging it upwards, fingers lingering upon brushing A's hole. A gasp breaks the air and A jumps slightly, gnawing on their lip.

B is surprisingly gentle. using at least four separate wads, pressing their pointer to A's hole each time they wipe, only stopping when the paper comes back clean. They're still crouched in front of the tub, with A hovering over their little mountain of poop, when B begins; "Now," the pepper kisses on to A's sweat-dampened cheek, "Why don't we go get you some breakfast? It's time to start fattening you up."

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.

Imagine you’re on a date with your fave. Before going to the fancy dinner with you, they met with their friends and had a lot of greasy snacks that are now sitting heavily in their belly. Still, they don’t wanna be rude, so they order a bunch of food on top of it all. The moment they see you they realize how bloated they are. While talking to you, they hold their butthole clenched as they fantasize about sitting on your lap and farting to their heart’s content. Their desperation is growing and they’re starting to think they’re gonna loose control as the waiter brings you your main course. Adding more food makes the pressure insufferable, so they try their luck with subtly farting. They release a long silent fart that has been marinating in their stomach for a couple of hours and gained putrid smell of concentrated hot shit. While the terrible stench assults your nostrils, your fave doesn’t even notice bc they’re too used to their own bodily smells. Seeing you don’t react (either out of politeness or bc you secretly enjoy it) they decide that being subtle was successful and so they keep stuffing themselves with food, every few moments letting out out lingering silent but deadly explosions. They feel pretty confident as you get brought dessert and so start releasing rumbling farts into the fancy seat. You of course pretend not to hear anything, or see them lifting up one leg to let go another eggy hiss and keep chatting away.

They grow really fond of you and offer to go to your place and watch a movie. You agree and drive the both of you there. Your fave quickly gets desperate again during the long journey and turns up the music as they shamelessly rip ass, just a little bit too loud for you not to hear. As they try to relieve themselves of most of the bloat before they enter your home, they make your car smell more or less like an outhouse in the middle of summer next to a baked beans eating competition.

You two finally arrive home and you show them around. As you pick your movie, your fave takes one of your decorative pillows puts it down on the sofa in front of the tv. They sit on it and you sit next to them, moments later they put their arm around you. You two sit calmly, nicely cuddled up as your fave, still bloated, relieves themselves by letting farts rumble deep into your pillow. As they put a blanket over the both of you, you’re almost stuck in a dutch oven, forced to pretend that you don’t smell some of the worst stenches nature has to offer. As you cuddle, your fave’s fart start getting louder and nastier, but they’re still convinced you didn’t notice anything.

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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.

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 😰💀

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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what's your favourite scenario currently?

Oof that's a tough one because there's just so many and I'm an indecisive bitch-

Okay so to absolutely no one's surprise this has to do with lap farts. What can I say I'm a predictable bitch

Person A and B having a mutual eprocto and copro kink and A relaxing on B's lap as they release warm farts that bubble and rumble on their crotch. A ends up relaxing too much and are in such a blissful state that they don't even realize there's a log sliding out of their ass and into their pants until B points it out, but A doesn't really care and just shrugs and even pushes a bit to finish the job. They remain cuddled up on B's lap just vibing for a while instead of cleaning up immediately.

(hope this isn't too much!!)

Currently imagining you grinding on my crotch, pumping out hot bubbling farts, hiding how desperate you are to go until finally you accidentally push out a steaming load onto me, moaning the whole time

(This is absolutely wonderful Anon, thank you for sending 💖😊.)

That sounds like SUCH a hot scenario. I can imagine starting out playfully and then just moaning and uncontrollably *forcing* bubbly nasty farts against your crotch until I just can’t hold it anymore. I’d be so instantly desperate to relieve myself I would totally let loose an accidental, hot, messy load right on you~.

Imagine your fave being constipated and pathetically trying to push a fart out. imagine their poor little legs quaking and their hole making kissing noises as they grunt and strain, squeezing their eyes shut tight and begging for the sweet relief of passing their gas. eventually, they end up pushing hard enough to let out a massive airy fart, and after that, the farts don’t stop, and they just keep on coming out, while your fave’s eyes roll into the back of their head from the relief of it.

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Tbh, I’m really in the mood to sit on someone’s lap and just empty all my gas on them, heating up their lap until I have to shit, and asking them if I can just go right there.

Before they can even respond, I’m already messing myself right on their lap and telling them how good it feels to let it all out, the warmth spreading across their thighs and crotch as the stench wafts up to their poor nose.

Want to know my favorite scenario? Someone messing on purpose. Scat/Farting:

A is laying in bed relaxing watching tv when he gets a bit of a stomach ache begins rubbing it slowly. By rubbing his stomach, he’s stimulating his stomach enough to let out a particularly large fart. “Mmmmm that definitely helped my stomach” he thinks. He continues to fart and grunt as he loves the feeling of pushing… and pushing…while comfy in his bed watching tv. “Oh yeah this is gonna be a big one, it’ll feel so goooood…” he says as he feels a particularly big fart is ready to be released. He starts farting and the feeling is heavenly as he pushes. “Ughhhh yesss this helps my stomach so muchhhh..” he says until the fart turns into a really wet shart within seconds. “Oh fuck! I new I needed to shit.” He says angrily. His stomach gurgles and he looks around to get up and go to the bathroom, then he realizes he doesn’t really want to get up too much. And he comes up with a quite taboo idea. “Nobody’s here…right? Would it be so bad if I just let it out right here? I mean nobody will judge me..” he says desperately. His stomach gurgled.. and gurgled, until he couldn’t take it anymore. “Maybe if I let a little bit out, I can hold it until I feel like getting up …” he thought calmly. He let out a particularly wet shart that made his eyes roll back from the relief. “Oh my god I so badly want to keep pushing… and pushing..” he looks from left to right to see if anyone was around him, could see him, then he decided to shit right there. “Ohhhhh…. That’s so much better…” he moans as he releases all of the poop into his pants. “Ughh. I guess I better clean this up.”

imagine your fav coming home after a nice walk, but their belly has been acting up all day. they walk in and sit on your lap, and let out huge, wet farts until they accidentally shart on your lap.

It’s something I’ve seen a lot on here but it will always do it for me: a slob who’s just accepted his fate and goes anywhere anytime.

Idk it’s just so 🥵🥵🥵

Like giving zero fucks? Standing in the kitchen cooking dinner and just pushing out the biggest load at the same time? Spreading their legs a little on the couch and letting out the most rancid farts until they follow through? Waking up with a rock hard belly and just pulling their knees up and make themselves comfortable as they go?

Come on.

literally this yes 😩😩😩 I've written about it so many times but it's so good. like they just begin to feel that pressure in their guts and they immediately want relief and just start pushing, their only focus is clearing out their guts regardless of where they are.... literally just anywhere in the house besides the toilet I'm weak 🥵

Imagine character A is home alone laying in bed with incredibly painful gas cramps. Their guts won’t stop bubbling but no matter what they try, nothing comes out or soothes their stomach. Eventually person B comes home from work and sees them in this state, and A explains the problem. In response, B starts giving them the best stomach massage A has ever received. It feels great, and soon A releases a huge, long, hot fart. They sigh and pant with relief…and then the smell hits. It’s putrid, it’s rancid, it has to be the worst thing A has ever smelled. They start to apologize profusely, but when they lift their head to look at their partner to do so, B is purposefully wafting the stench to their own face, happily taking in the smell. They’ve discovered a new kink. Minutes later, B is massaging A’s gurgling stomach, lowering their face down to A’s ass to smell each rumbling, bubbly and stinky fart they coax out. Each release gets progressively wetter and wetter as time goes on.

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