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knight-lancelot · 1 year

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first post! hope this reaches some people who are interested:)

about a week ago i drank some prune juice, and it was quite the experience lol. i know prune juice is known to rile up your stomach, so i really wanted to try it hehe

and omg it did, my stomach was a giant bloated gurgling mess for the whole night and even into the morning. i really loved it though, my stomach was really turning me on and i wished someone was there with me😩

now i did cut a lot of clips in here because i know not everyone is into the scat/diarrhea, maybe in the future though if enough people want it i can do it! i also am not showing my tummy for privacy reasons, but i may sell or even trade some! i do have all of the clips from night this with my stomach in them, so if you want these in specific or something different just message me!

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i was at work for 10 hours and didn’t eat anything at all. i was hungry, but i saw the prune juice i’d bought for a special occasion and i thought this was the perfect opportunity to get the full effect. i told myself i would drink half, but i pussied out after about 2 cups bc it was really really gross😭. (maybe it’s a good thing i did bc who knows how it could have gone if i did half lol)

and quite literally only about 30 minutes after drinking i started to feel something going on in my tummy. it just kinda felt like gas building up, not a whole lot of gurgling but definitely pressure.

then at the hour mark is when i knew it was working, my stomach started to gurgle like crazy and it felt like water was rushing through my intestines, it was kinda crazy. my belly was starting to bloat like a balloon, it was getting really big which at the time was surprising to me because the prune juice was the only thing in there lol. it wasn’t really uncomfortable yet, just super active lol

but then as time starts to pass it gets more and more uncomfortable, the bloating was a lot and making my stomach literally HUGE. it started to cramp up a lot, and about another hour later i knew that all that built up gas/diarrhea wanted out. i tried to hold it for a little while, but it was pushing really hard and i could only clench for so long 😭

the first bathroom trip was surprisingly the easiest, once the first round came out i did feel a lot of relief, but i knew it wasn’t over. i went a couple more times and then went to lay back down thinking that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. but about 10 minutes later i was proven very very wrong lol

I was just laying in my bed when literally my entire abdomen cramped up and sent a very deep gurgle that told me i had to go right then. i barely even grabbed my phone in time to record and unfortunately didn’t get any of the gurgles before i went the first time because it was just so urgent and sudden lmaoo, and after that it was more so a lot of diarrhea and not a lot of gurgles so the videos for that trip weren’t the best sorry lol

after that second trip though i thought i might’ve gotten most of the diarrhea out maybe just some gas left, but again was proven very wrong lol. i again was laying down when i got another cramp that felt very urgent, so ran back to the bathroom and my stomach definitely let me have it this time. this one was probably the worst, the cramps were so intense and my stomach just felt like it was getting squeezed until everything came out 😭 i stayed there for a while, because i didn’t wanna have to keep running back and forth. i spent about 45 minutes sitting there and i spent a lot of it just clenched at my stomach because it was quite painful, but i still really enjoyed it 😅 but you could definitely hear some of those cramps in the video, they were crazy lol

then i was finally able to relax for about 45 minutes, until i felt another deep and urgent gurgle. i was surprised i still had anything left in me😅 but this time it was a bit less painful, and i was really really enjoying the gurgles. there was one point during this one where i pushed right on my lower belly and it created a huge gurgle and a push of diarrhea, it felt soooooo good😍 but the diarrhea didn’t last long and it was about 2am at this point so i was really tired, and my stomach stopped hurting enough for me to fall asleep.

i did wake up once around 5am to go to the bathroom again, but since i was woken up by it i didn’t grab my phone sorry:( it was really kinda hot though how i immediately woke up to this giant gurgle from my stomach and i just knew i had to go lol, i wish i had it recorded😅 but then i fell back asleep and woke up in the morning to just a very gassy tummy, but no more diarrhea. i felt the effects all day though, i was super gassy and my stomach definitely still felt a little heavy and bloated. i didn’t feel completely back to normal until the day after that lol, so it definitely sent my stomach for a ride.

overall though, it was such a fun experience and i really wanna do it again. the gurgles from this were like no other and i could feel them throughout my entire abdomen, it was so hot😍 i don’t really mind the pain that much, i especially like it if someone is there to help ease the pain:) but yes, i will probably be doing this again hopefully soon, because i loved this experience and i hope you guys love it too!

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knight-lancelot · 2 years

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My Pocket Boy

i have a little secret that no one knows about.

i have a tiny boy in my pocket. he's so small he can fit in the palm of my hand. i found him whimpering and curled up in a tiny ball one evening as i was walking home. he had wrapped himself up in a leaf, trying to stay warm.

i picked up the crying tiny thing and he imidiately curled up in my warm hand. his voice was so tiny but i could make out a little moan. his face was so petit but i could make out a grimace and a tear. i liftet my hand with the tiny poor boy up to my ear. he was whining and moaning and grunting in pain.

i lowered my hand so i could look at him. he had his tiny arms wrapped around his ever so tiny but swollen belly. to think that a tummy this small could hurt this much. i slowly extended my finger towards the swollen ball of hurt and poked it gently. the poor boy cried out in pain and let out a little burp. he was obviously suffering but as he didn't really have a language i couldn't ask him what had made him so sickly.

i'm thinking he must have eaten something bad trying to survive out there in the big wide world all by himself.

i put my hand on top of the poor boy creating a sheltering dome and continued my walk home. i heard a faint but long raspy burp and felt a tiny spot of wetness in my palm. i tilted my hand sideways and saw a good amount of vomit had spilled out of the poor tiny boy. his little face looked so embarrassed but with a pained expression.

he crawled away from the pile of sick to the edge of my hand where he layed on his still swollen aching belly with his head dangling off of my pointy finger. there he vomited cascades of hurtful sick. cramping his poor little round belly. he was sobbing and moaning. i began gently to run my finger up and down his tiny body. that seemed to calm him down a bit.

i slowly rolled him over to lay on his back. his little shirt had slit upward so i could see his exposed sick bloated belly. he flung his arms around it and grimaced and winced. he let out a tiny little sniffle that broke my heart.

i gently pushed his arms aside with my fingernail and ran my finger in tiny gentle circles on his poor belly. he opened his eyes and looked at me with an expression of relief. i had wiped up the sick and he crawled back to the middle of my palm. i bent my thumb to the middle and he curled up around it like a body pillow as to use it as preassure on his sore stomach.

i continued the walk but i was careful to keep my hand steady so the motion wouldn't make him sick again.

i entered my house with the little sick boy fast asleep in my palm, still curled up around my thumb. all with one hand, i located a shoebox, stuffed it with cotton and a washcloth. i found a small hand towel he could use as a cover. i gently wiggled my thumb free and placed the tiny cutie in the box and tucked the towel around his little sleeping body.

i went to the kitchen to make some tea, decided to head back to the livingroom while the water was boiling.

i found the little sick boy crying, trying to get out of the box but he was too weak from all the sickness. he looked up at me, clutching his belly with one hand and pointing to his bottom with the other. i understood. i scooped him out of the box and stood him on the coffee table. he pulled his tiny pants down around his ancles and looked up at me with desperation. all i could find was a napkin which i placed behind him whereas he squatted over it.

he began pushing with tiny little grunts. his belly looked so bloated, almost out of proportion to the rest of him. he was pushing so hard and grunting so loudly but nothing happened.

his poor belly was hurting him so much. so constipated and cramping. his tummy was contracting so badly and with every contraction he pushed so hard until dizziness hit him and he had to rest. very dry and hard stool was stuck inside him. he was most likely dehydrated and backed up from lack of decent food. he pushed again, hard, grunting and moaning, pressing on his tiny hurting belly. a little fart found its way out of the clenched up tight hole.

he pushed so hard he fell backward exposing his now wide open doming anus. something was coming. his hole was so tiny. but wide open like that it looked like a black pinhead. he started crying and curled up. i lifted up the sobbing shaking poor boy and placed him on a pillow on my legs. he looked up at me wiping his tears with his tiny hands.

i gently spread his legs, pushed them upwards, bending his knees and then started massaging his aching hard belly while pushing his legs back and forth. all this very petitly. he started reacting to it, wincing and squirming. something was moving around in his tiny belly. i could hear a faint rumble followed by a painful fart that rippled through his open hole. his swollen belly was now rumbling uncontrolably and he squirmed and panted.

then he started pushing again only to emit yet another ripping fart. no relief though. another loud growl sounded and a wave of contractions sent the poor boy into an uncontrolable and unwilling series of pushes and grunts. his belly hurt so bad and his anus was opening and closing with every uncontrolled contraction. i was still massaging his belly and i could hear diarrhea guggling up and down his insides aching to be let out but there was a big blockage stuck in its way that had to be released first.

i really wanted to help the poor sick boy but i didn't know how. i was afraid of doing damage to his tiny body if i pressed to hard on his belly and i didn't have anything small enough to insert into his hole to try and pry his constipated stool out. i put the poor boy gently down on the table and went to the kitchen to get a bottle of oil and a cuetip, got back, sat down and put the sick whiny boy back in my lap.

i put him in the same posistion as before, exposing his little tight anus. it had closed up completely and just looked like a series of tiny wrinkles in a circle. the poor boy was so tired from all the pushing and crying and his stomach was still kicking up a storm and hurting so much. he had a pained grimace, clutching his swollen belly.

i put a little amount of oil on the cuetip and started teasing his tiny anus with the tip of my nail to try to get it to open just a little bit. the motion startled the poor boy. his hand flew to his bottom to try and cover the tiny hole but i assured him that is was ok with a nodding gesture and he accepted. he removed his hand and i continued to tease his tiny anus with my fingernail.

is seemed to work as the hole started to contract and with the next opening i stuck the oily cuetip into the hole and spun it around a few times. this hurt the poor boy as he let out a scream of agony and looked at me like i had betrayed his trust.

i picked him up and cuddled him into my neck and whispered "i'm so sorry" he let out a moan and started pushing hard. i put him back in possision on the pillow where he pushed and pushed, raising his head with every contraction and push, squeezing his bloated belly. legs spread and bent, something was protruding from the doming wide open anus. it slit slowly out further with every labored push. he was grunting so hard he would stop breathing for a period and then pant and then push and grunt again.

i would occationally wipe sweat off of his litttle forehead and dab his tiny lips with water during the hard birth.

with every push a wave of gurggling diarrhea was heard deep inside his bowels. it made him cry out in pain. finally one big push and the hard lumpy now oily stool made its full exit and slit down onto the pillow. it was the size of a small marble which is pretty big and painful for a little guy. He pushed again hard and long and a tiny stream of dark oily matter slithered slowly down between his buttcheaks soiling the pillow.

he sighed in relief but reached down to feel his sore hole. he took at quick deep breath as he touched it. the corners of his mouth were quivering.

i removed the hard stool and got ready for round two. i got a towel and wrapped it around my middle and the pillow he was laying on as i didn't know if it was going to be projectile diarrhea or how far it would spray. despite being a little guy you can never be too careful.

his belly seemed to have calmed down a bit and he was just laying there relaxing for a bit, recovering from the ordeal. i had a bottle of lotion on the table. i squized out a tiny amount on my finger and rubbed it gently on his sore hole. he seemed to appreciate that.

suddenly a loud bubbly growl ripped him out of recovery. he jolted to a sitting possision where he began rocking back and forth clutching his aching belly tightly while whimpering loudly. i cradled him in my hand and he leaned up against it still clutching his tummy tightly. i tilted my hand backwards so he was lying down ever so slightly. his legs were bent, resting his feet on the pillow.

with a loud bubbly growl from his bowels, a whine and a contracting push he sent a speedy projectile stream of warm liquidy smelly diarrhea straight into the towel. he cried so much and his poor belly hurt so bad. more bubbly growls followed by loud wet diarrhea cascades. it didn't seep through the towel at any point even though the waves of brown liquid didn't seem to have an end.

he started to relax and his belly felt soft to the touch. he would lay there for a while. he would push a little once in a while as his hole was still a bit wound up but nothing more came out. the pain had almost gone away. his belly was still a little sore from all the contractions and bowel movements and his anus was raw and red and very sensitive to the touch.

i wrapped up the towel and threw it in the trash. i removed his tiny shirt and took him to the kitchen where i filled the sink with some nice warm water and soap and sat him down in it. he winced a little when the warm water touched his sore hole but soon relaxed and washed himself off. he gestured to be carried out of the sink. i lifted him up and wrapped a little towel around him. i'd put his clothes in the washer so he had nothing to wear and was buttnaked.

i layed him down on his back onto the towel and gestured for him to spread his legs. he did and i gently rubbed some more lotion on his poor sore anus. he winced but nodded in appreciation.

i gestured for him to get some sleep in the shoebox but he shook his little head and pointed to me instead. i layed down on my bed and he cuddled up on my chest. i didn't sleep much that night from fear of hurting the little guy who was sleeping soundly, warm and protected on my chest.

he goes where i go. he's always with me on my adventures, hidden safely in my pocket.

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