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i’d love to hear more about you having to rush to the bathroom in public after taking those laxatives. you’re so hot

I had to sit down cuz my stomach was aching so bad. I had tried to fart out some pressure but the two previous farts had been so wet that I already knew my panties would have brown wet spots. After that last fart, I knew it was game over. Everything was pooling down and swelling against my asshole. I was clenching so hard that I was dripping sweat down my back. Thankfully I was sitting down and so there was a bench blocking anything solid from coming out, but I could also tell it wasn’t going to be solid…

I couldn’t move for fear of having an accident. I cupped my lower belly and tried to suck my hole in as much as I could, trying to get all that filth to go back up just enough to have some leeway to rush to the bathroom. The urge to go was so intense but it subsided just long enough for me to compose myself enough to seek out the bathroom. Fortunately I was in the mall cafeteria so it was fairly close.

Cheeks squeezed tight I got up, still holding my stomach and made my way over, not caring if everyone knew that I was going to wreck a toilet. I had to practically shuffle over, and in the middle of my walk there, an intense gurgle was felt as everything within me dropped back down to my exit. I can’t even begin to describe how close I was to giving up at this point. Even clenching as tight as I could, I could feel some liquid trickle out.

The minute I entered the bathroom, I rushed into a stall, ripped down my pants and soiled underwear and, before my ass could hit the seat, the liquid that had been pooling in my rectum shot out. I heard from behind me as the pressurized blast hit the wall and began dripping off of the toilet tank, but god I didn’t care. All I could think of was how desperately I needed to relieve my bowels. The liquid shit began spraying out of my ass. I couldn’t help but to scrunchie my sweaty brow and groan and wave after wave of cramps pushed out more sludge.

It took a while to finally be sure I was done but finally after almost half a roll of toilet paper I was done and that was only cleaning my crack and cheeks…i left without cleaning the mess. I felt so bad but I felt so sick that I left without cleaning the huge spray of diarrhea on the wall and seat. I just needed to get home and soothe my stomach.

So yeah after taking a triple dose of laxatives I should have stayed home

Tummy... tummy hurty...

Ate ghost pebber chees

And double serving of sugar free candy

Farted like crazy for an hour then expelled sloppy shit into the toilet uhnnhghghnn

Tummy burning... hurts.. so good~

First oc fic w/ Eve!! 🎆🔧👾

Thank you all for 40 follows!! At first I made this with AI for help which is why it's in second person (I made the rest myself, it's really only the eloquent parts that AI wrote lmao) but I tried to express the character's emotion and personality through the inner monologue. Sorry this is long and that I'm not the best writer! Also I didn't detail the character all too well bc I didn't want to specify it was them at the time

Warnings: scat, farts, messing, constipation, NSFT

Also maaaaybe I'll explore her kink journey in further installations~

You stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror. You're naked, fresh out of the shower. Since being cursed, you smell like death no matter how much you scrub yourself. You may as well give up at this point.

Even worse, your lower stomach is big enough to make you look pregnant. You're bloated as hell. You started this job a few weeks ago, and you've been way too tired and busy to shit– not that you could in a timely manner if you tried. Your guts had always been like this, constantly backed up with a ton of solid shit that refused to come out for at least a few days at a time. This damn curse has only made everything worse for you.

You let out an irritated sigh and palm the hard mass in your belly. You feel so full of shit, it's all so hard inside of you. You feel some pressure build up, and you force out a hot fart. It's tiny and silent, but the steam in the bathroom amplifies the rotten smell. You wrinkle your nose at the stink. That was awful even for you.

You put on a cropped shirt, a jacket, boyshorts, and some loose, ripped sweats. You still look bloated in these. Hell, your belly stuck out past your boobs- not like your boobs were ever even big enough to warrant a bra most days. You left the bathroom with another tiny, putrid puff of gas.

…

You and the crew are on break, preparing for your next mission. While tinkering with a new weapon, the pain in your packed guts reemerges. You break a sweat with how much it's cramping. You press deeply into the side where it hurts most. When you least expect it, it gurgles. Your stuck, backed up guts _gurgled. Things were finally moving down there, thank fuck. You would use the restroom soon, just implement a couple more parts…_

Your stomach gurgled again, a high-pitched whine of pressurized gas that descended into a deep groan. You reflexively put your hand to your bloated mess of a belly, feeling the taut surface under your skin. You gave it a small slap, and shook it. You could feel the gas bubbles crowding towards your asshole, and you eagerly pushed.

You expected a silent hiss as usual, but this fart was like a small foghorn compared to your normal track record. You quickly muffled it with your jacket pulled off and shoved under you, letting the rest of the fart rumble out of you for what felt like a whole minute as you rubbed and pushed into your bloated belly. The tainted jacket is still warm with your gas, and in your solitude and curiosity, you bring it up to your face to smell it.

The stench is overpowering. It's the awful odor of rotten meat and mold, yet it's earthy and sweet. You huff it deeply, reaching down to graze your fingers over your clothed clit. _The fuck? How is this turning you on? You've hated being bloated with a shit-ton of gas and shit all the time, even if eventually releasing it all was… borderline orgasmic. …Fuck, did you have any more in you?_

You did, in fact, have another fart coming. Still huffing your own fumes off the jacket, you rubbed your belly eagerly. You felt gas traveling throughout your lower left colon and further down. You quickly pulled down your pants, then shoved the jacket between your flat asscheeks. You pushed, burning hot gas rushing out of you with a muffled noise like that of a brass instrument. This fart was even longer, ending with a series of wet bubbles. You bit back what would have been an audible moan.

You brought the jacket to your nose, and sniffed. It was so strong, you felt almost lightheaded. You were wet with pleasure down there, and you began rubbing yourself over your panties. You moaned aloud this time, soft enough to be sufficiently muffled by the jacket. _What the hell, why not?_ You muffle a few rancid burps in the jacket between whiffs, savoring the intoxicating mix of gas from both your ends.

Just as you fart on your jacket again, a solid mass pokes out from between your cheeks. Fuck. You think to rush to the bathroom, but then again… You remember the last times you ran to the bathroom only to get it stuck again. These boxers were as old as shit, and you had spare panties. You sat back while on your knees, leaning forward and pushing into your stomach. _May as well try._

Grunting softly, you begin to push out the first log. It feels so wide, maybe as thick as your (admittedly skinny) wrists. You brace yourself against the wall, legs splayed apart for balance, and push harder. The log emerges inch by inch, dry and hard from being in your guts for ages. It breaks apart in your boxers as it exits. You grunt again, face contorted in effort, and finally, with a soft plop, the log is free.

You're not done, you can definitely feel more coming. You manage to free a second log, even larger than the first, with a grunt and a groan. It lands with a wet thud in your boxers on top of the first one. You're sweating now, your body shaking with the effort. You lean forward, both hands pressing into your lower abdomen, feeling the next one ready to emerge. You groan, a low, guttural sound, and push again.

Your body strains with the effort, every muscle taut as you bear down. The third log is the largest yet, and it takes several tries before you feel it begin to slide out. You brace yourself, panting heavily, and with one final, powerful push, it crackles out into your boxers, stretching them out from how full they are. You manage a few more small logs of shit before slumping back, panting and drenched in sweat.

You moan quietly, cupping the back of your boxers with one hand. The mass is fucking heavy, and you feel so much lighter. Your hole is sore, and your pussy is throbbing from the ecstasy of relief.

Just when you think it's over, a sudden series of loud gurgles ripples through your colon, shaking your stomach and rushing towards your hole. You clutch your stomach and _push._

A thunderous fart rushes out of your ass, rumbling on for ages. The sound is barely muffled by your mess, as it's heavy enough to have weighed your panties down away from your butt. Your stomach doesn't stop gurgling, all your gas finally unstuck and feeling almost infinitely generated inside of you.

Long, wet, bubbling farts blast out of you one after another. They go on, getting wetter and wetter, burning with heat as they come out.

_ssplrt_

_Shit- Gods, fuck, your stomach is cramping. This mess is gonna get ten fucking times worse..._ A sickeningly wet shart then blasts out of you, splattering your mess with the cherry on top that is a torrent of liquid diarrhea. You can feel your stomach deflate as the last of your shit demons are exorcized.

You slump over against the wall. _The fuck else can you do? Holy shit... literally._ You take a deep breath in. The air is polluted with the rotten smell of your shit- shit that's been fermenting in your guts for fucking weeks. Your loose hole is still spilling with a few airy farts as you catch your breath.

_Great. How the hell are you gonna clean this up?_

The struggle between choosing the farmer persona and the eprocto scientist persona is real

I'm letting out the hottest, smelliest pre-poop farts this morning. My lower belly is firm and full of warm solid shit. I just know this one is gonna stretch me out and stink up the toilet for a good while 🤤

I'm way too lazy to move yet though. I think I can hold it in for a bit longer without making a mess in my pants... right? ;)

Btw my fic of my unnamed character is nearly done~

I'm on the toilet currently and the biggest hardest log is stretching out my poor hole 🥺

It's out~ 🤤🥴🥵💦 made a huge plop noise too

send me asks! About my tummy issues or to tell me about your tummy issues, or on any other thoughts you might have or wanna hear about! I'm also willing to share about my farts and shits~

And hey, I'm feeling bold. Mutuals u can dm me casually and platonically about shared kinks so long as ur not creepy about it :)

do you have any idia copro thoughts?

Omg my first ask! I didn't actually have any, but now you've got my mind running...

Also I was almost finished answering and I accidentally deleted it all 🥲

(under the cut just in case)

Firstly, his love for junk food and his anxiety is the perfect recipe for tummy troubles! If all those sour and spicy snacks don't get to him first, any obligatory social event certainly will! Inevitably, he's running away to the least occupied bathroom to expel nervous gassy diarrhea.

Of course if he likes candy, he ought to stumble upon the sugar free stuff 😈 maybe he's loading up on the stuff for a longer gaming sesh, then suddenly feels his guts bubbling and bloating. Maybe he's panicking, or maybe he knows. Was it on purpose to challenge himself or does he perhaps... like the sensation? Either way, all that has has to come out. He'll lock himself in the privacy of his room or bathroom, and start pushing out huge bubbly farts. Eventually he's on the toilet, suffering the embarrassing brunt of the consequences~

On another hand, he probably also gets constipated from too much junk food and gaming and not enough fiber. He puts off pooping for as long as he can, letting out the smallest farts that smell like absolute death and burn on the way out. He's definitely turtleheading a shit before he even thinks about leaving for a bathroom break.

Maybe he sees that some gamers use diapers to get around this issue, and he tries some out- only for the lolz of course. Pushing out a warm, smelly, gassy load into his diaper while finishing off an online raid exhilarates him more than he'd like to admit...

Copro or not, there's no way id/ia isn't anonymously freaky online. Perhaps he's in voice chats with some kinky individuals, unmuting himself only to unleash huge sugar free farts into his mic or press the mic to his bubbling guts. Maybe he's complaining to the degenerate masses how upset his stomach is tonight, how he's fantasizing about farting inhuman amounts because it feels so good~~ (actually, he might be a lurker. I'm probs projecting juuuust a little ;3)

Sorry if these weren't very well-written, as kink writing coherently isn't exactly my strong suit despite how much I love it. Still, I hope you enjoyed my first attempt at smth like this!!

i ate a bunch!! I have to poop but I can definitely hold it in. I think I'll top off my feast with psyllium husk 😋

... I wish drinking it was fun 🫠

I deleted the title on accident but umm copro fantasy

A fantasy of mine is purposely indulging in plenty of rich foods that'll bulk up my stools, then holding for days and blowing up a public restroom 🥴

I'd binge on plenty of delicious fast food, maybe mexican, and a classic burger and fries always gives me great gas. I'd take bites of fiber bars and sugar free (maltitol) candy throughout my meal to keep the gas coming. The next few days, i'd continue munching on fiber bars and pizza and gassy veggies.

My tummy would be bloated and full and soo crampy from being all backed up and full of heavy poop. The first day of two, I imagine I'd be endlessly letting out the loudest, smelliest farts. I'd have to run into secluded corners just to double over with my hands on my tummy, then push out a booming fart that echoes throughout the space I'm in. Of course if I get any close calls, I hold it allllll in. My stomach would whine and gurgle in protest throughout my hold, and my farts would get small and silent and absolutely rotten~

Eventually, one morning I take a heaping helping of sugar free candy while feel the urge building. I rub my belly and travel leisurely as I wait for it to kick in- and hours later, it does.

I take the scenic route to whatever bathroom there might be, still running my belly and rushing juuust a little bit. I choose one that's relatively empty, but not uncommonly used. I sit down as the urge comes to a peak. The gurgles in my belly echo through the restroom, and so do my soft grunts as I begin pushing.

A huge log stretches me out, snaking out for what feels like forever before hitting the bowl with an amplified *plunk*. With the already huge movement, the gas in my stomach rushes towards the exit. Another chunk of poo is launched out, like a cork popping, by a huge fart that deflates my belly as I keep pushing it out. I hear a few murmurs and stifled laughs of amusement at my predicament, and my cheeks flush with sweet humiliation.

I keep rubbing and rubbing all along my colon. I know there's more in there, it still feels so full! Suddenly, the weight of my packed colon shifts, and I groan, bend over, and puuushhh.

Tons of soft logs launch out of me and plop into the water like chunks of wet sand. My stomach churns and howls with gas and what feels like something much more liquid. A wet shart splatters out of me and into the bowl, a teeny little bit hitting the back of the toilet and the walls 🥵🥵🥵

I finish cleaning up with flushable wipes (id definitely be dirty without them) and get up to flush, only to see my mess. I take a picture. The first log is sticking out of the water, and the rest of the water is murky with diarrhea. I try my best to clean up the splatter before flushing. I try not to look at anyone as I wash my hands 😋

Hope you liked my little imagine!!

OHOHOHO THE HOLY GRAIL!!

Special Diet for Diapers and Pants Poopers

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Having been asked many times about how to get such huge loads in my diapers I am going to “reveal” my diet secrets to my followers. I hope those tips and hints are somehow useful for you. Enjoy! :-)

[I was also animated to post this proposal after messaging with a great DL from NY whom I have admired very much here on tumblr.]

[Me in the pic with a two-days semi-firm load after a special diet.]

FOODS THAT DIRECTLY EFFECT FECAL “INCONTINENCE”

Stimulates the internal anal sphincter to relax Coffee Chocolate Tea Any caffeinated beverages

Laxative Fruits

Irritant Spicy foods

Gas producing Beer Carbonated beverages

EFFECTS OF FOOD ON THE GASTORINTESTIONAL TRACT

Foods that thicken stool Bananas Rice Bread Potatoes Creamy peanut butter Applesauce Cheese Tapioca Yogurt Pasta Pretzels Oatmeal Oat Bran Grits Boiled milk Dark Chocolate

Foods that stimulate stool production Dried or string beans Raw fruits Raw vegetables Highly spiced foods Fried foods Greasy foods Prune juice Grape juice Seasoned foods Cabbage Leafy green vegetables (lettuce, broccoli, spinach) Sweet foods and beverages Alcohol Wheat bran

Foods that cause odor Fish Eggs Asparagus Garlic Cabbage family vegetables (onions, cabbage, Brussels sprouts, broccoli, and cauliflower) Beans Turnips

Foods that color stools Beets Red Jell-O Blueberries

Foods that cause gas Dried and string beans Beer Carbonated beverages Cucumbers Cabbage family vegetables (onions, Brussels sprouts, cabbage, broccoli, and cauliflower) Dairy products Spinach Corn Radishes

When intending to get a huge semi-firm load I start a special high-fiber diet at least two days in advance: lots of leavy green salads (with Italian Dressing), bananas, lots of pasta or rice or potatoes, oatmeal or other high-fiber cereals, steamed vegetables (broccoli, potatoes, carrots …), pizza.

Feel free to reblog and add your comments or further proposals which are highly recommended.

Poop/fart experiment to-do list!

You have been warned ✨✨✨

These are fetish experiments that I have done or want to do bc you deserve to hear about this, fellow freaks! I encourage you to try these too!

Done = ✓

✓ Sugar free candies in general: Ate em, definitely recommend measuring 1.5 servings or starting small. Here's my experience:

Holding for days then pooping publicly (suggestions on what to eat during holds would be greatly appreciated!)

Messing in private

Eating sugar free candy and farting publicly

Holding then eating sugar free candy

Holding them messing privately

Eating fiber one bars!!!

Please send in asks for ideas to add to this list! I'd appreciate all your dirty suggestions!

Sometimes I fear that ppl won't like my blog bc I'm strongly into both the softer more tender and the grosser more taboo sides of digestion, and it's pretty rare to be into both

But I gotta remember that that's me and I don't need to cater to everyone! I'm here to enjoy and spread that kinky joy to whoever wants it!

Plus I hope blacklisting tags helps?? IDK I'm new to Tumblr lol

Oh I should say- about my likes

They're open to the public bc here in the same cornfield we love to share :3

Also I think I'll share another story soon!

my first sugar free experience

(warning for nsft farts and scat, this is a kink blog after all I'd say I'm sorry this was so long but I'd be lying if I acted like I didn't know a lot of us like that here 😌)

ok ok here goes my first post!!

as a knowledgeable hoe I know what sugar free candies (namely maltitol, sorbitol, and inulin) do to your digestive system so one day I went out to buy a bunch and whoooof dear lord let me tell you

I bought some sugar free chocolate gems from a drugstore and just started eating em by the handful. Even the thought of eating them felt just so... deliciously sinful. Being a slvtty kinky little dumdum idiot, I was concerned with having too little rather than having too much and took far far more than over one or two servings. If you've been on the internet long enough, you know what comes next. To make matters worse (or better, in my case) I'd had a large coffee with whole milk and heavy cream beforehand.

Within a few hours, I was still out shopping, and my system started bubbling. The thought of it working was positively arousing to me- of course I had to enjoy it. I tried on some clothes I wanted to buy in the privacy of the fitting rooms, all the while admiring the way my steadily bloating gut was straining against my jeans, the way bubbles of gas ran along my colon under my palms.... dear goodness 🥵 My belly was so full of gas already that even pressing on the huge, round mass of my soft belly made farting near irresistible.

I let out a fart or two while I was in there. They were nothing special, if a little long or loud. I could have swore I heard quiet snickering outside the stall... which did arouse me a little more.

It was at this point that I decided to hold all of my gas in until I got home. Not out of shame of course (well, maybe a little), but because I wanted to save them for when I could enjoy them alone. My stomach was loudly gurgling in quiet stores, I swear I could see a few people looking at me as I shopped for everything I needed. Good gosh the feeling of relentless gas bubbling throughout my entire colon, the bubbles building up behind my exit, and the pressure of holding it rebounding the gas back into my already bloated belly.... I was so turned on by that itself I wasn't even anxious driving back home.

Immediately upon getting back home, I started to let it out- then stopped. I could tell this was gonna be a good one. I quickly took out my phone to record it, then let go what was 100% the loudest fart I had ever made. It was loud and continuous like a damn foghorn. The recording (I might post it later if I'm feeling brave) does NOT do it justice. I shit you not, my NEIGHBOR said "wow" and laughed out loud immediately afterwards (I cut that bit out) fuck I was so embarrassed and turned on my my own humiliation uuhghggghhh 😳🫠🥵

I laid down and relaxed after cleaning up (still held it all in!) and continued letting out some of the most impressive farts of my whole life. Between bursts of gas, my stomach made the most heavenly yet absolutely hellish noises. In recordings (which I unfortunately deleted), it sounded like pressurized sewage rushing through half-clogged pipes, like thick gelatin being run through a garbage disposal. Occasionally there would be a high pitched whine or a loud gurgle of gas and shit plunging through my guts.

I thought I felt a big fart building up as I was about to climax, then pushed it out while I pleased myself faster and faster. What came out of me was a spluttering rush of gas topped off with a loud wet splatter into the back of my underwear. Mid climax, I cut off the flow, grabbed a new pair of underwear, and ran off to my bathroom.

I slammed myself on the toilet and shot out a torrent of pure thick slop interrupted with frequent loud splattering farts. The sound was so loud I was blushing red hot from humiliation despite being alone. I pushed and massaged my poor belly as I felt it deflate from how much was coming out. I looked down and yep, my underwear were completely destroyed. The back was stained a wide light brown splatter of improperly-digested poop. Hot sight, wish I had taken a picture. After wiping up and washing my hands, I dumped my ruined underwear in the trash in a double layered bag. I knew if I took it outside immediately I probably wouldn't make my next trip in the toilet.

Christ, my hole was so sore I couldn't touch it to get it clean without using my bidet. I was shitting nonstop for a good few hours afterwards, and it finally ended around midnight. I figured my colon was rid of any food or liquid and it was now just whining and howling with what seemed to be infinitely generated gas.

I only have one recording left from that VERY gas-filled wind-down period and fuck did it feel amazing. (Send an ask and I just might post it!) and yes, I did please myself a bunch to all the recordings that I deleted most of for storage afterwards.

I'm no good at conclusions but 10/10 would do again with more precautions and less servings. One of my favorite experiences ever and I honestly don't regret it all too much.