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To clarify I’m just wondering if you’re okay with me starting a blog in the same vein. I loved your content no matter how much of a joke it was and you ended up getting me into it. Thank you for the farts 💖

Oh my gosh I did? That makes me very happy, it’s fantastic that I brought you enough pleasure that you found something new to enjoy. And yes yes, when you make the blog, feel free to let me know what it is. It makes me very happy that you are as fond of it as you are. You are very welcome!

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1. Are you going to deactivate?

2. Is it okay if someone else who unironically likes Strade scat and eprocto content takes up your mantle?

I am not going to deactivate, I’ll keep it up for those who enjoy it. I may even post here from time to time as a writing exercise.

And it is perfectly fine! I would be very happy to see someone create another blog or more posts related to Strade scat and eprocto. It would be an honor, really! If anyone wants to submit anonymous submissions here, I may post them, there’s just a chance I’ll be late.

This community is honestly quite wonderful, and as I said, I’m happy to have pleased you all. If you feel the world would benefit from more Strade scat and eprocto, (and by bringing you joy it would by default!) I think you totally should.

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But as an apology for pretty much lying to you all.. uhh……. Something to enjoy? Considering this content makes my dick invert I can’t properly gauge it, but I hope it’s enjoyable to you.

It had been three whole days since you were last allowed to relieve yourself. This wouldn’t be too much of an issue, except for the other aspects of your predicament. Tied upside down by your ankles, spread apart to keep you open and available, Strade had been forcing you to eat. He had a long tube inserted into your mouth, all the way into your stomach. To keep it from coming out again, he’d pushed the nutritious mix into you with a perfect tool for said tube.

The vacuum sensation of him pulling out the tube’s plunger was utterly hellish. But what you hadn’t expected was for him to push it all the way back in again, without any food to go along with it. A long, horrible pump of air, directly into your bloated tummy. He pulled back. He did it again.

The pain shooting through you was unbearable. You reach, you grasp at Strade’s shirt, only to hear him give a low, excited chuckle. “This will make it feel- So, so much more satisfying you you once I flip you over,” he said, even as such a thing truly felt like a threat at that point. “When you first met me, I asked you what the most embarrassing thing you’d done on a first date was.. You said, it was when you farted so loud, they could hear you outside the bathroom,”

He pulls back the tube again, which briefly helps suck air out of you, only to put even more in. “Our first date hasn’t ended. I suspect this will change your answer,”

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HOWEVER. I do have another nsfw’ blog, if you enjoy my writing, even if it is not about Strade or pooping or farting or shidding, it is about vampires, werewolves, cnc, sadism, masochism, all that, with a specific focus towards ftm protagonists, as I myself am a transman. It’s @torturedbyfangs . Feel free to contact me there if you wish.

What is real about this here blog stradelovesshit, is I love Strade. Dearly.

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I admit with shame, dear followers. This blog is not real. I created it with someone as a joke and made use of my writing to make big time scat and farts and stuff. Not out of hatred, but it is simply not something I’m into, nor have I ever been. However, I am very happy that it has brought joy and pleasure to the few that did enjoy. Goodnight, my dear Stradeshitters. You can imagine he dutch-ovened you one last time.

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Imagine: the stink after strade leaves the bathroom

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I’ve seen memes about No Poop November and like the degenerate I am, they got me horny. It’s kinda unrealistic but imagine someone actually trying to complete that challenge. Everyone knows about it and they watch the ambitious person’s belly bloat as the month goes on. There are moments when they have to stop in their tracks and tense up. Stop their body from forcing it all out.

So many close calls. Such a round, noisy belly. It’s grown so much that skin peeks through gaps between the buttons on their shirt, showing off their navel and attracting curious pokes.

Maybe their peers want them to fail. Sly elbows bump their gut when they walk down the halls. They receive a lot more hugs and each time they damn near fill their pants when their belly is smushed against someone else’s. Everyone suddenly becomes very generous with their food and holds it up to their lips so they can have a taste. Then another bite. And another.

Poking, prodding. Pats and passing rubs. Crowding round and making immature fart noises whenever the person has to freeze and clench up. Goading them into release.

Maybe they make it to December 1st but by then they’re so used to holding it that they can’t grunt anything out. Imagine them sheepishly asking their peers to massage their belly and help them squeeze. All those hands on their gut. Stroking and pressing. Watching closely as their lips pout and their eyes unfocus. Cheering them on as they fart and finally pump out the biggest shit any of them have ever seen.

Or maybe during the night, when their body is relaxed, it all starts to slide out. They awaken to the uncomfortable, yet pleasurable, sensation of being stretched. Of being emptied with no way to stop the flow. All they can do is clutch the sheets and moan as they fail the challenge.

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Sounds like a dream I’d have, hehe

I had a dream I got in an argument with someone who didn’t like my BTD fanfiction and tried to get me fired from a job I didn’t have.

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Imagine MC is constipated. As they lay on the ground, holding their full stomach, they shudder in agony. They’re so full they feel like they’re going to vomit, from all the awful things built up within their poor, poor guts.

Strade’s idea of helping is getting the water hose. He ties MC down, lubes it’s tip, and pushes it in as deep as he can. He gives no mercy, filling up his victim with freezing cold water as to enjoy their excretion.

It’s not quite working, but Strade doesn’t mind. Seeing MC writhe and cry as they’re filled up even more is bliss in it’s own. He turns off the hose and tops it all off with cum from his shit-covered cock.

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Oh my god you’re back 🥺 I missed you so much. You’re the heroes this fandom needs but doesn’t deserve.

Aw thank you!!! The other mod doesn’t like strade anymore, so only I remain. Stank you so much for your encouragement!

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Meeting strade at the bar except he sharts when he asks you about your life

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Strade begins by stuffing you with food. Pasta, pizza, bread, He feeds you so much your stomach begins to bulge, especially while you’re digesting. Your stomach grumbles. A day passes.

You feel pain. Agony splitting through you.

Poop

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Strade has the smelliest farts, that’s just a fact. It’s his perfume.

-mod mac

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What if the police found out who Strade was cause he was one of those redditors that posts pictures of their shit on the floor, and it corresponded with locations in the livestream, and he met up with someone through reddit. That would be pretty goofy. Also sorry for being dead lmao,

- Mod Mac

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I just came here to say that you are doing God's work and also it would be so good to be Strade's personal toilet

Oh thank you so much! I agree 100% 🤤 shit in my mouth, good sir!

- Mod Mac

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Feeling really horny rn.. I know we just started, but if anyone sees this, feel free to send asks, about Strade or otherwise. Me or the other mod will try to be prompt to answer

- Mod Mac

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This but when Strade is driving you home from the bar, his stink gets through the barrier. You’re even woken up by a SBD. That’s the first of his torture… <3

- Mod Mac

Okay but someone being gassy and having to take a taxi and having to ease out their rumbling farts with the only thing barely separating the smell and the sound is the plastic barrier between the two.

Bonus: They fart so much that the smell starts to slowly leak through the plastic.

Double bonus: The taxi driver can hear everything and they either enjoy it or have second hand embarrassment.