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Desperation

I feel frustrated trying to look for kink content centered around desperation… at first with omo when that was my thing, and then when messing became more of my thing, and remained so. 

I guess because content creators of this genre want to mess themselves, and it comes through in the videos. I just wish they would really make it convincing I guess? It doesn’t scratch the itch for me if it doesn’t seem like they’re fighting it or struggling. Pushing doesn’t do it for me, emotionless “oh no, oh I’m gonna piss my pants” doesn’t do it for me. 

Gas desperation literally isn’t a thing at all it seems, which is sad. No one puts up the act of being really embarrassed and trying to hold it in :\ I’m horny for the STRUGGLE. I’ve seen a couple of videos that do it for me where the creator really pushes themself to fight to hold things in until they come out, and that’s sexy to me. 

Humiliation as well is difficult, because someone may have the kink, but that doesn’t mean they can convincingly portray being humiliated when acting out a scene.

I wish I wasn’t so picky about that because it’s annoying to not be into something that SHOULD be doing it for me but it does nothing 😭

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[ CW — Constipation, Pooping (no eating, smearing, just going) ]

Imagine your FC sitting on the toilet right now, grabbing their gut and shaking as they try to push out a long, bumpy turd that seems to last forever. They take momentary breaks, gasping for air and moaning softly from effort. Perhaps they even remove all their clothes from the effort. They go back to pushing, their stomach muscles sore from doing so. FC leans forward, their thighs stuck against the sweaty toilet seat, spreading their cheeks painfully wide as the log breaks off and plops embarrassingly loud into the toilet below. It’s still not done, crackling almost tauntingly as FC whines and pushes hard, their poor hole stretched to the max. If only someone could just pull it out of them, but alas, they’re now stuck leaning forward with their cheeks spread and a hard log sticking right out of them and refusing to come out easy.

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An Experimental Medicine

Characters:  Blood elf OCs – Tarelos and Larellia

Warning:  Detailed descriptions of character taking a shit.  If that’s not your thing, stay away. 

It was well past the time of the morning when Tarelos and Larellia would normally have been dressed and heading downstairs to work in their alchemy lab.  She was ready, but her husband remained in his bathrobe, slumped on the sofa, frowning at a newspaper she knew he had finished reading long ago.

“Um…honey?  Are you all right?” she asked.

He shifted his weight uncomfortably but did not look up from the paper.  "Yeah, I just…I need to go to the bathroom.“

"Oh.  Well, do you mind if I go downstairs and get started without you?”

“Yeah, go ahead,” he mumbled.

She kissed the top of his head from behind.  "Hope you feel better soon.“

"Thanks.”

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Warnings- Eprocto, Scat/messing under the cut.

Stumbling into their apartment, A's lips are hot on B's. It's been a while since work has allowed them to have some time for themselves, and naturally, they've used the evening off to go on a nice date; a movie B has been longing to see, dinner at a nice restaurant in the city and then a walk in the park with their fingers interlocked and B's head on A's shoulder.

B, the smaller of the two, is easily pushed up against the wall, not too long after the door is slammed shut behind them, and A presses themselves to their partner's smaller frame. Things had gotten hot and heavy when they'd lingered on a bridge at the park, sharing long passionate kisses, but on the drive home, A had felt something drop in their stomach. On the twenty minute route, things had only seemed to get worse, and A had let out a few silent farts, thanking the stars that the windows were down and B was too polite to comment. But one thing is becoming exceedingly clear, the combination of theatre snacks and a rich dinner was not agreeing with them.

It didn't help that all the stress from work, tracing back to at least a week, had clogged them tight, ensuing that A's bathroom trips were unproductive, with the exception of taking a piss. Too embarrassed, they hadn't even mentioned to B.

And now they're here; with their hands gripping B's hips, keeping them pinned to the wall, and a storm brewing in the pit of their belly. Briefly, the contemplate letting their partner know; they're understanding and won't mind if A takes a few minutes to handle business, but it's been so long and despite having to actively keep their sphincter shut, A is enjoying the moment.

"I need you," B whimpers, pawing between them to find the button of A's pants, desperate for more contact.

Ironically, A is so wrapped in focusing on only B, and not the pressure in their colon, that they can barely muster up a response. Though, the unthinkable soon happens; when B's hand unconsciously pushes against their bloated tummy, in an attempt to undo A's pants, a loud, bubbling fart slips out. Stunned, B stops, looking up at A through their lashes. Humiliated by their body's betrayal, heat rushes to A's face and they stop too, going even redder when the apparent flood gates are opened, resulting in hot, wet gas forcing its way past their sweating cheeks, creating a heavy, foul humidity around them.

"Are you okay?" B probes, looming their arms around A's neck, tenderly caressing the nape of their neck.

A knows that they can tell B anything, and their body has already decided to give them away, but still, they can't bring themselves to admittance, so instead, they lie shakily, "Yeah," they muster up a shy smile, "Yeah, I'm fine it's just gas. Sorry," they add, noting the eggy smell that lingers.

"It's okay," B coos, considerate as ever, "We don't have to keep going if-"

Foolishly, A protests B's offer to put a pin in things, insisting that their fine, following up their fumbled reassurances by pressing their mouth to B's, capturing them in a lengthily, suggestive kiss. Still, they can't seem to escape the wrath of their bowels and just as they began fiddling with the buttons of B's shirt, they feel the weight of their load press warningly against their anus.

When a string of dangerously wet toots rockets out from around their impending load, muffled into their underwear and jeans, B doesn't comment that time. With weakening vigor and more of their efforts now redirected into not shitting themselves, A suppresses a moan against the inviting warmth of B's mouth when something low in their protesting tummy churns painfully......and audibly. There's no denying that they really have to go.

Before long, a hard, warm mass is crowning, pushing pass their puffy lips and they absolutely can't stop it. The week old loaf spreads them wide, and even with B's lips no on their neck, A pushes instinctively, eliciting a soft grunt. The shit soon hits the seat of their underwear, but doesn't break off, and A, now overwhelmed by the erotica of having B all over them and the urgency of their load, is at the mercy of nature.

By the time B notices that something is off, the smell of shit clings to the air and they pull back, only to observe the peculiar look on A's face, "Are you okay?" They ask again, the mood has completely shifted and B's hand on A's arm soothingly.

The stretch of silence is short, but it allows them both to hear the crackle as A fills their pants. Shame paints A's features and they grip their taunt belly with one large palm, "I'm shitting myself," they admit sheepishly with a wince as the stubborn mass pinches off, not giving them a minute to recover before another, nearly equally large turd, is pushed out, with more ease that time.

"Oh, baby," B coos, brushing their cheek with soft fingers, wincing sympathetically when A groans through another stubborn length, pressing into their tummy. For a minute, B seems unsure on whether or not they should help, but when a sloppy blast punctuates A's load, sounding, and smelling, like whatever was behind was going to be much worse that firm turds, B hesitantly puts their hand on A's belly.

A's crotch tingles excitedly when B slips their hand into their pants, pressing into the achy bloat above their public bone. The steady kneading coaxes out pockets of fetid gas, and if it weren't for the now crippling cramps gripping their tummy, A would have long tried to get to the toilet. Instead, A grunts in as a softer wave spread around their mucky cheeks, joining the bricked loaves already sagging heavily in their jeans. "God," they groan, squeezing their eyes shut, half in mortification and half from the pain of their massive movement, "I'm so sorry B."

"It's okay," B coddles, their efforts to help A unwavering, "Accidents happen sweetie," pressing a kiss to A's cheek, their nose stays pressed to A's face, and A can't help but think its because of the disgusting odor they've created.

An explosion ends with another onslaught of A's bowels rushing to rid itself of a brutal mix of buttery popcorn, sugary soda, wine and a garlicy dinner. Their overworked hole begins to burn and their soft mess spreads around messily, clinging to their ass, weighing down the back of their jeans.

Thankfully, the last wave of muddy poop tappers off with a few more gassy emissions just as it had started to seep through the leg holes of their underwear. It doesn't completely go away, but the pain in their tummy soon subsides into a dull ache and A is finally able to straighten up again, hand still protectively laid on their stomach. The silence in deafening as B finally retracts their hand and A desperately wishes that a spontaneous spilt in the earth will swallow them.

Sensing A's embarrassment, in a bid to lighten the mood, poke light fun at A or both, B's hand, travels down their back, settling on the obvious mass in their pants, "I guess someone needs help cleaning up, huh?"

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short story ;) and happy christmas

CW: below cut, scat, touching scat moderately, farts

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A & J stories: needy (pt 2, final)

the thrilling, disgusting conclusion is here! thank you for the encouragement and the feedback <3 

to recap: subby pup JJ just started to unload, but A has greatly underestimated the amount of waste inside his precious pup’s bowels…

(contains pretty much the same warnings as last time: desperation, messing, petplay, piss, eprocto, gay boys and cuddles, nearly simultaneous orgasms, and a TON of shit - so much shit that this might almost count as hyperscat…)

enjoy! <3

(this is part two! the first part can be found here.)

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Now what would be the scat equivalent to it cuz I think I'd fit in it 🤔🤔🤔

NS.FW/talk of fe.tishes/k.inks/fixations:

So in multiple fe.tish comms now I've seen people describe what we call "whumperflies"??? Which is wild to me but interesting, because in all comms that I've observed, the people who experience the butterfly feeling are adamant that it's different from se.xual aro.usal. (I'm of the same mind)

In fact, the Tumblr omorashi community even has a word for people who gets butterflies from omo but aren't outright ma.sturbating to it: omocute

In conclusion

WHAT DOES IT MEAN WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN

#scat #eprocto

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longtime listener first time caller; love the show. how do you use ai dungeon for kink stuff?

thanks!! glad you're liking the content 🥰 this got surprisingly detailed lmao so if you want some tips, here you go!

first, make sure the n/sfw filter is off in the settings, otherwise no sexy stuff will appear at all. then, start a game with a custom prompt of whatever scenario you like - a fave of mine for example is something along the lines of "you are X, you live with your roommate Y who's a huge slob with terrible gas". the more in depth your prompt, the better - write it like you would write a summary for a story. even with the prompt, the ai will take a bit to kind of get going where you want it to (in my experience, bc I go for more of a slice of life thing than jumping right into a kinky scenario) so keep on mind to edit and/or be particularly obvious in what you write so that the ai really gets where you want the story to go.

when playing, I use the refresh option liberally until I get something that I want, and I'm editing things that the ai generates so it's tailored to where I want things to go. the more detailed your input, the better the output. if you're constantly providing basic, direct actions like "you walk toward Y" "you give Y your food" it's likely that the ai will give back simple sentences to flow with your input. so don't just use the "do" option! or when you do, you can write multiple sentences that flow with the story.

my other advice is to get creative with what you write, and experiment with how that causes the ai to behave. think about not just what "you" want to do, but also what you see, hear, smell etc. you can get descriptions for gassy eruptions by writing something like "listen to Y as they fart on the couch" or "watch Y stuff themselves with food" - this sort of thing will help the story not be based so much on action but on description, which I personally like 😏 also, you can get some really interesting (read: hot) dialogue if you just ask your gassy character some questions! you can get them to tell stories of whatever you like if you just ask 👀

anyway there's some advice lmao, idk how helpful it was but this is the stuff that's helped me the most! ☺️

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Softcore Scat story: Rumbles and Regret

It’s FINALLY done, the crappy sequel to “Daniel Gets His Fill”. This story is a continuation of what happens to Daniel after he gorges himself, and as such contains tummy trouble, farts, and scat. I’d classify it as softcore scat, because really it’s just a bowel movement and nothing more, but Daniel has a rough time and it’s described in detail 😅😅

It’s delightfully gross, hope y’all enjoy!

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“Daniel!”

“Mm-mmf?”

“Danny boy, wake up. We slept too late, we’re going to be late for class!”

Nick nudged his friend awake. They’d fallen asleep together the night before, neglecting to set any sort of alarm for the next school day. Now it was past 8 o’clock, and their first classes would start in less than an hour. Nick had been curled up on the couch with Daniel, his head on his friend’s lap. They extricated themselves from the couch and warily examined each other - Nick had deep imprints of corduroy lines on the entire half of his face, and Daniel stood there disheveled, his gut still bloated from last night’s stuffing. His belly had shrunk slightly over the course of the night, but was still visibly present, and the bulk of it appeared to have moved downwards.

“Ugh, alright, let’s get ready then.” Daniel said, shuffling to the bathroom.

“Yeah, hurry!” Nick said, progressively becoming more awake and aware.

Daniel began to brush his teeth. With his free hand, he pulled his shirt down to hide his still-bloated tummy, and to give it a couple of pokes, wondering what had transpired the night before to leave it still so huge. He also noticed a mild but persistent pressure down at the bottom of his abdomen - a bulky, heavy feeling accompanied by occasional little movements and growls. This was a familiar feeling to him - something was causing pressure in his colon, and at some point it would surely need to come out. Ugh, what did I even eat last night? He finished brushing and began undoing his belt, starting towards the toilet. I’m not feeling it yet, but I know I’m gonna have to go… maybe I’ll just try to push.

Just then, Nick appeared at the door. “Come on bro! We’ll be late if we don’t leave now. You go warm up the car, I still gotta brush.”

“Tsk, pushy.” Daniel replied, grabbing his keys.

The two friends climbed into Daniel’s car and took off for the university. They both had the same first class, a chemistry lecture. As he drove, Daniel felt more movement deep in his belly - first some kind of mass dropping downward, followed by what felt like a volume of gas shifting into another part of his intestines, pressure building near the bottom of his abdominal cavity. He swallowed and drove on - trying to ignore the ominous rumbles from below and focus on the upcoming class. By the time he pulled into the parking lot, he was becoming aware that he’d have to get it out somehow. He’d stuffed himself far too full the night before - this kind of pressure wasn’t just going to go away on its own.

Once the pair arrived at the university, they quickly dashed down the hallway to the main lecture hall of the chemistry wing. As he ran, Daniel felt more gas shifting downward, and tried his hardest not to release any of the gas, as Nick was following closely behind him. He clenched his buttocks, a motion easier said than done while running full tilt, the morning after an intense leg routine.

They reached the lecture hall door just in time, and made their way to the remaining seats in the crowded room. The professor appeared, and began a lesson on Pascal’s law. As the lesson went on, Daniel’s tummy became more active, the stirring and gurgling becoming more frequent. A deep growl rumbled down through him, and he pulled his legs together and put a hand over his belly button.

Nick heard his friend’s evident digestive distress and leaned over to whisper, “You okay bro?”

Daniel nodded, trying to subtly loosen his belt. “Having some tummy trouble again, aren’t you?” Nick said. “I’d rub it for you, but people might stare.” he joked.

“Buddy, a tummy rub is the last thing I need right now.” Daniel sneered. “Why’d you let me eat so much last night? I’m fixing to shit a brick.”

Nick stifled a laugh and went back to taking notes. Daniel tried to concentrate on the professor’s lecture - something about pressure buildup and forces - and subtly shifted about, trying to ease the pressure building up below him. Jeez, jokes aside, this lecture can’t end soon enough. What the hell is wrong down there? I feel like I’m going to explode!

After what seemed like an eternity, the lecture ended, and class was dismissed. Daniel patiently and diligently filed out of the room with the other students and started quickly down the hall. Nick caught up to him to tease him further. “Man, did that buffet do you dirty? You’re walking funny!”

“Fuck off, my stomach is dying.” Daniel shot back, rolling his eyes. He turned away from the group of other students walking and started down a set of stairs.

“Men’s room’s that way, bro.” Nick said.

“I’m not using that one.”

“Why not?”

“Same reason I don’t like using the bathroom in public to begin with.” Daniel replied. “Too many people in that one. I feel like I’m going to blow it up pretty bad this time.” he confessed, openly clutching his stomach now that they were alone in one of the basement hallways.

Nick laughed. “Jeez, dude. Good luck.” Nick turned back up the stairway to catch his next class.

Now alone, Daniel caught a small amount of relief by crop-dusting as he continued along the basement hallway to the old men’s room in the corner of the building. It wasn’t often used, so he figured he’d have some privacy. As he caught sight of the old lavatory, he felt the pressure in his lower tummy really begin to build. Man, it feels like there’s a bowling ball in my ass. I hope I’m still the only one who knows about this secret restroom. He thought to himself as he pushed the heavy old wooden door. He dropped his bag, yanked open his belt and staggered into the decrepit stall all in one unsteady motion. He lifted one leg to the side in order to pass gas and relieve some pressure more easily, as he hurriedly undid his button and zipper.

Ignoring the stall door and lock, Daniel spun on his heel and plunked down on the toilet seat. He gingerly relaxed his butt, unclenching to begin his release, resulting in a very loud, deep growl as his bowels further loosened. He felt a sharp cramp as an alarmingly large mass moved downward deep inside him, creating a feeling of intense pressure in his ass. Fuck, this is going to be a big one. He leaned forward for a moment to pull one cheek to the side, in preparation for a wider load to move through. He knew from experience that he was in for some serious discomfort, but it had to happen now, he couldn’t stand the pressure any longer. His face and hands took on a clammy feeling as he pressed one hand into his upper pubic area. Pursing his lips, he spread his legs, leaned forward, and began to push.

His belly growled deeper yet, and Daniel could feel the mass pressing harder and harder in his ass. He felt it begin to poke through, but it was moving painfully slow, and Daniel could still feel a sharp, cramping pain deep in his abdomen. He wasn’t sure if the ache was emanating from his colon or his ass, probably both. Daniel leaned forward further, and finally the log began to advance. He could feel its girth in his pelvic area, and could almost swear he felt his spine pop. He groaned and continued to push.

As the bulk of the log continued out, Daniel could feel it stretching him. Jeez, it’s really wide. This is rough. Why does this shit happen to me? “Ugh!!” Daniel suddenly groaned. He hoped there wasn’t anyone nearby to hear his outburst. The log was now protruding by several inches, suspended somewhere in the space of the toilet bowl. In the cold air of the bathroom, Daniel could feel the warmth from below on his ass, and stopped pushing to catch his breath. Feels like it’s halfway out… I hope. Another growl emanated from elsewhere in his belly, as if more product was lining up to fill the space being created in his lower colon. “Fuck!” he muttered. There’s still so much pressure. I need to get this out NOW. He dropped his head, and his legs involuntarily took a wider stance.

In response, the hefty log began advancing further down again, driven by Daniel’s upset gut, desperately trying to be rid of the waste. Daniel put his hand on the side of the stall, his other hand still pressed against his lower belly, and leaned forward further still. The log continued to advance - Daniel wondered why he hadn’t heard it splash into the bowl below, and realized that it had extended down into the water, while the top end was still inside of him! He shifted around on the seat in an attempt to separate it from what was still in his ass, and he was rewarded with an audible plunk! as the huge, partial mass of bowel fell against the bowl.

Daniel’s gut growled yet again, and he could still feel movement. Maybe the worst is over. That thing was huge, it must’ve been the bulk of it. As he focused on pushing out more, he became aware of the smell emanating from below him, as the first log was mostly up out of the water line. The next section began to advance downward out of him. It felt nearly as wide as the first, as if it was only a section of one enormous movement. He felt the pressure ease slightly, as this second log, nearly as long as the first, made its way out. He closed his eyes in pleasure, it felt amazing to finally relieve a decent amount of pressure. He didn’t hear a splash this time, this one must’ve settled itself on top of its predecessor.

Daniel shifted into a more relaxed stance on the toilet seat, and breathed a sigh of relief as one final chunk proceeded out, landing on the existing pile with a faint plop. The odor was now ever-present and quite repulsive, but Daniel simply sat and hoped no one would enter the restroom. Fuck, I really did blow this place up. He felt volumes of gas shift inside him, filling the new space in his lower abdomen. He leaned to the side and let rip with a long, bellowing fart. He figured that all that gas must’ve been trapped by the huge bowel mass he’d just released. Daniel began to urinate, then he smiled involuntarily, and lifted a leg as several “aftershocks” rumbled their way out as well, practically feeling his belly jiggle from the vibrations, and shrink from the pressure release.

He took a generous amount of toilet paper and cleaned himself. He then stood up, and turned to look down behind him, bracing to observe what his body had unloaded. The sight he then beheld filled him with a mix of disgust, awe, and a peculiar blend of shame and pride. The first log, partially buried by subsequent expulsions, extended down into the hole of the toilet, its upper end touching the rim. It was nearly as wide as Daniel’s fist at its widest section, and he could see where it broke in two, turning into the second log. Jeez, this must be some kind of sin. Daniel pondered, his tummy still growling periodically, as his guts shifted back into place after the colossal movement. Couldn’t help it though. My stomach was killing me.

God, it takes up more than half the bowl space. How the fuck was all of that inside my body?! He gingerly pressed the flushing handle, as he’d always been taught, but he knew it would not help the situation. The repulsive pile stayed in place, the water level rising and turning a cloudy brown. Daniel took a quick step back as the toilet nearly overflowed, thankfully stopping just before reaching the rim. He quickly closed the stall door, washed his hands, and fled the scene.

As he stepped into the hallway, the fresh air made him realize the extent of the damage he’d done. He rolled his eyes, thinking about how his body had just done a number on that undeserving bathroom, and hoping the custodian wouldn’t have too much trouble with it. Jeez, I really did blow it up. Maybe I should change my diet. Daniel ascended the stairwell with a spring in his step, feeling 10 pounds lighter, the feeling of relief overwhelming.

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Thanks for reading, y’all. Goodnight!

First Daniel stuffing story here: https://gutsygay.tumblr.com/post/643020567514087424/stuffing-story-daniel-gets-his-fill

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imagine your fave so constipated their belly balloons in a hard ball from their abdomen. they haven't dumped in days (they've lost count how many) and they're so painfully uncomfortable that their hands are almost permanently glued to their gut, rubbing and pressing in pointless attempts to dislodge the shit that's filling up their intestines. one night they stand in the shower, massaging soap into their pregnant-looking tummy when there's a thick gurgle and a raunchy fart sputters out of them, echoing off the bathroom tiles. they moan at the sudden release of trapped wind, the movement of anything in their tummy feeling near orgasmic, and they spend the next twenty minutes rubbing their stomach and shifting their weight as wet farts burble out of them at last. they're leaning against the tile when they lift a leg and push out a sudden billowing fart followed by an immediate hard log that tumbles heavily from their ass onto the shower floor. the relief is so pure and immense that they don't hesitate to bend their knees and keep pushing, grunting out a thick load that empties their guts so thoroughly they can feel their tummy shrinking. by the end of it they're out of breath and smiling, basking in the heavenly feeling of relief for as long as they can before they have to think about cleaning up.

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hhhhhnnnnnn,,,,standing dumps..... long logs dragged out by gravity, loud heavy plops....... the little back arch, spreading their stance wider to let it out... getting into a deeper squat the harder they push...... 😰

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My brain is really fixated on huge and heavy dumps right now. Like several pounds heavy, especially with dls. Maybe they ate too much, maybe they held it for too long. Whatever the scenario, it's just sitting in their belly, making them super bloated. They cant even fart anymore, it's all just intense pressure from how backed up they are. They're walking slowly, trying to keep it inside. But then a cramp hits, the pressure sets in and it's all over. It's coming out, and it's coming out now. They strain to keep it in, but there's nothing they can do against this hefty load, now forcing it's way out. Against their best efforts, a hard log begins it's journey down and out. It stretches them wider and wider, seemingly endless as it pushes their pants further and further down, exposing their undergarments. They cant even break it off, their whole body trembling as they try in vain to squeeze around it. Realizing that their entire dump is gonna happen right now they have to grip onto something, and they make the most guttural sounds as they struggle to push out this 2-ton monster. They practically yell like a stuck pig when the thickest part finally passes and the enormous log slides out of them and drops into their pants like a weight. The relief is instant and euphoric, and the bulge in their bottom is about the size of a cantalope. Even their belly is looking a little smaller after ridding itself of so much weight. They even take a moment to marvel at just how much was in them before they realize they just messed themselves and the embarrassment sets in.

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brooo plz post some of ur thoughts/fav scenarios w constipation 😳

hoo boy you asked 🤤 alright here we go

visibly round bellies from how much shit is packed inside, heavy and taut and they feel like they constantly need to have a hand against their gut to help carry the weight 👀

constipation farts 😩 maybe they're small and completely not relieving, making the person growl with frustration; maybe they're sudden and massive and they feel so good bc something is moving at least; maybe the person gets so confident that nothing will move in their guts that they push out fart after fart bc no matter how "dangerous" it might feel they're so clogged up they know nothing will move 😳 (and then it does 😳😳)

if they're the kind of person to get aroused from how packed full they are 💀 and stuffs themselves even more 💀💀💀

when things finally start moving and it's coming out of them in slow, thick, heavy logs and it feels so good finally getting some relief and being stretched out around something so wide and warm they just start getting off right there on the toilet 😰😩

just hhhhhdjflfldldlf massive amounts of shit coming out of them in such solid loads it piles up and clogs the toilet 🥵🥵

finally feeling their guts moving but it's at an inconvenient time/place, but they need to get it out now so they drop pants and go (my fave for this rn has to be the Zoom meeting scenario 🥴🥴🥴)

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scat things I can't get enough of 👀

distended tummies from how much shit is inside

dumps so urgent they barely sit down before they're pushing

lazy pants-shitting on the couch

sharts 👀

that noise when someone bears down

any type of grunt/sigh/moan

clogging the toilet with the sheer amount of shit inside

shitting in the sink 😳

shitting in the shower 😰

shitting in the bath 😰😰😰

that little moan of relief when that first log finally leaves their asshole

skidmarks 🥴

taking a dump while standing up

dumps that happen right after a big meal, like their guts need to make space

loud plops

multiple loud plops 🤤

sitting with their legs spread open on the toilet

leaning back against the tank like they're lounging on the couch

belly rubbing on the toilet 👀

massive, solid shits after constipation

unbelievably, absurdly long logs that must feel so relieving to get out

when it feels so good to get out they get turned on 🥵

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Topic ❤ but after a week, since the sub endured the punishment well, the dom decides to help them, sitting on the toilet and letting the sub sit on their lap. The dom starts helping the sub go, spreading their butcheeks and watching the huge hard poop come out very slowly and painfully, the sub moaning in pain and farting loudly because on top of all, holding the poop for so much time ended up giving them lots of gas cramps.

Someone write something like that pls .

Belly punishments

💙 Giving laxatives and plugging the asshole for a few hours.

💜 Enema, plugging and going for a walk.

❤️ Feeding with strong anti-diarrheal drugs for a week. When poop becomes very big and hard, giving laxatives and watching sub's suffering.

💚Air inflation to the max and anal sex.

💛Strong laxatives and anal sex.

🖤Giving upset belly and going to theater/cinema/romantic walk.

#scat #poop #constipation #bellyache #farting #eproctophilia #eprocto

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Hey can I send you a request?

Yes!!

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SEND ME MARK REQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEESTS