#MESSING

[redelgia]

hot, sloppy, mushy, filled, damp, sputtering, splattering, wet, desperate, embarrassed, ashamed. some pretty good words.

[reekingraccooon]

Took a nice big enema and could barely hold it for longer than five mins!

[famouspeanutfest]

Watch this

[helpmypantsarebrown]

I ate two pouches of prune baby food and had a large glass of milk to see what it’d do to my bowels and uh. I just leant over to grab my phone charger and absolutely loaded my diaper up, completely by accident

[reekingraccooon]

Mushy mess and little piddle right after. Was feeling quite comfy I gotta say!

[lovelyalita]

Making Dinner ♡

Think of this:

Your husband has been hard at work all day, and as his diligent wife, you wanted to cook him a nice meal. Considering you'd been under the weather the past few days and had been resorted to eating ample takeout, you wanted to surprise him with a nice meal. Plus, he was receiving a great recognition at work, so you wanted something to celebrate his success.

You're midway into attending to all the pots on the stove when you feel a pressure build up in your lower abdomen. You hadn't gone in three days, on account of your illness and having been stopped up from all the takeout you ate, and now you realize just how heavy your bowels felt after three days of build-up. While you previously wished to be free from the aching confines of constipation, you now regretted praying so hard for it, because you were getting what you asked for.

You groan as your stomach churns, and you grab at your abdomen, digging fingers into the flesh. You really have to go, it's getting dire now, but there's absolutely no way you can go now: you have too many things to attend to on the stove. Plus, you want your hubby's dish to be just perfect; you'd be so upset if his nice congratulatory meal was overcooked or gummy in any way on account of you needing to stop for a simple toilet break, and you couldnt afford to remake anything since he'd be home at 5:10. You were a grown woman capable of holding her bowels; you'd attend to the rest of the meal while it finished cooking in ten minutes, and then you'd escape to the toilet.

While your game plan fills you with inspiration and self-assured confidence at first, it quickly wavers on account of your cramps growing more intense. You groan harder and lean on the stove as a particularly crushing twinge travels through your colon, pushing the mass even closer to your exit. You can feel the walls of your intestines ripple around the bulking mass, your sweaty anus puckering in preparation for passing it.

Perspirstion builds up on your brow, and you have to swallow back a tad bit of nausea. It's getting worse, the urge to go, but this dinner matters more. Your meal has to be just perfect; you want to give him nothing less. You don't want to let him down.

The next wave sends you folding over, gripping the handle of the oven for dear life. Your bowels spasm, making it evidently clear that they'd like you seated on a toilet by the way the mass starts to prod at your sphincter.

You whine as your bowels involuntarily start pushing harder, trying to carry out its instinctual processes of waste disposal. You grip the bar harder and focus everything you've got on sucking the log back in, which has started to poke at the fabric of your white polyester underwear.

With some degree of success, you succeed, and manage to fend off the pushing until the wave subsides. Already your tailbone feels sweaty from the exertion, and if that was the kind of force you were left to fight, then you hoped the food would be done soon. You will your shaking core and legs to make you stand up straight, swallowing the excess saliva.

You lift lids and stir and adjust the temperature as needed, making sure nothing sticks to the bottom and burns and ruins the warm meal your loving husband deserves. You clench and whine some more as the pressure begins building again, gripping the front of your apron and twisting it.

Here it comes, the urge to push and the mounting pressure builds back up again, more forceful than before. You gasp, slamming your legs and involuntarily sticking your butt out as the cheeks start to spread again, this time erupting with a decent bit of the first hard log managing to escape, plopping into your underwear after getting pinched off. It's still connected to the rest of the piece inside your rectum on account of how dry and packed the waste is, so you use that to your advantage, clenching and willing for it to not stretch your underwear beyond just the tip that's pressing into the fabric. This was happening whether you'd like it to or not.

The wave starts back up again, and as you frantically slam the lid back onto the pot to steady yourself against the oven as the load starts slowly easing out more and more, slowly stretching your anus to a size you're sure you've never experienced before. Strong ripples travel up your spine as you gasp again, failing to fight back the rest of the exiting load. You can only stand there in horror as the large log pushes past your cheeks, finally passing the rest of your hole before collecting in the seat of your panties.

Another log starts emerging right behind it, and you decide to succumb to nature, bracing yourself as the next large log starts to pebble out atop the last one. Your anus sputters with trapped gas and softer, newer waste that was trapped behind the old build-up. You groan in relief as your body keeps expelling the waste.

With the worst of it over, you shudder and pant, finally being granted the ability to stand up somewhat straight again. You're pretty sure your panties are ruined at that point on account of all the heavy waste sagging in them, but you did what you had to do.

Dinner is ready in two more minutes. You continue stirring and attending to each pot, eventually flipping each burner off one by one as they come to a rest. Now that you no longer have to worry about dinner potentially being ruined, you can finally leave the kitchen.

As you set the wooden spoon down and head down the hall for the bathroom, you can't help but knead your stomach one more time as another tangling ache comes on. Now you could finally get cleaned up and get rid of the weight, but it looks like there was still more in there to be expelled…

[bathroombrat]

Causal messing without addressing has become more hot to me. Having a conversation and filling my panties? Not mentioning it and carrying on with the conversation — there’s something hot about that …

[ransackedpotato3]

In public transportation

Aggie had shit 6 times today, she had unfortunately gotten sick with bad case of diarrhea right before her flight. After a painful 3 hour flight of running to and from the toilet, her stomach still ached. Aggie stood impatiently at the back of the bus, gripping the bus handle as tightly as her weak sick body could, maintaining balance as it bounced on the rocky road.

The first 10 minutes of the night time bus ride went smoothly. Then her legs started aching from standing so long, her stomach ached more and more, her ass was tired from holding the volume of liquid shit behind it.

The bus hits a bump and a little gas comes out, Loud enough to turn a few heads. Aggie blushes in embarrassment as the person to her side glances at her.

As her stomachache worsens by the second, She moves her free hand to hold her stomach as she scrunches her face in pain. Arching over slightly, she pushes in an attempt to release a fart, But it refuses to come out. She gradually intensifies her effort at pushing. she feels the gas right there about to flow out, it constantly feels like if she pushes just a little harder she’ll find the relief she desires. She pushes harder and harder to the point she grunts in effort.

She doesn’t feel it come out. The numbness of her asshole from shitting and wiping multiple times over hindered her ability to detect the aggressive shower of diarrhea she pushed out into her pants. She first heard the splashing sound coming from down below, then felt the stinging hot sensation of the diarrhea spreading around up and down her butt crack, to her privates, and down her thighs. She gasped at the realization that she had just shit herself. Looking down, she saw her dark grey jeans go darker from her crotch and back, to the cuffs at the bottom as a stream of diarrhea made its way to the floor of the bus making a loud noticeable splattering.

Half the bus turned to the sound as she panicked to stop the diarrhea from gushing out. However, her weary tired asshole seemed like it forgot how to stop pushing. the sound diarrhea flooding her pants and the ground continued as a large puddle formed around her, If it wasn’t for the smell it would have seemed like she’d pissed herself. The liquid poop only ended with the unnecessarily noisy sound of a powerful fart exiting her asshole into its liquid surroundings made a deep bubbling sound from her behind.

Aggie kept her head down with her eyes closed and her teeth clenched as voices of disgust surrounded her. There was a long bus ride ahead of her.

[reekingraccooon]

Absolutely filling my soggy diaper

[montezumasexplosiverevenge]

Imagefic - Mess in the Morning

Liam had been tossing and turning in his sleep, but not due to any kind of nightmare or stress. Last night’s curry was doing somersaults in his guts, and he was about to be in for a rude awakening.

His alarm went off like normal, and he went to snooze it as normal. However, just as he was about to slam his hand down onto the button, he was stopped by a sharp pain that rippled through his guts. Liam winced in pain, but he tried to write it off as nothing and go back to sleep. This quickly proved impossible, as a persistent aching kept him from drifting off again.

Liam decided it was about time he got up and ready for his day anyway, so he sat up and started scrolling through his phone. He looked through photos posted by his friends’ and girlfriend, liking each in turn. ‘Click’, ‘click’, ‘click’, ‘THRRRRRPP!’ An unexpected fart erupted from between Liam’s asscheeks, and it reeked. ‘Not a good sign,’ he thought to himself. He was feeling lazy, though, so he decided to stay and scroll some more instead of taking himself to the bathroom.

The boy continued to browse through his phone, while he unleashed more putrid-smelling farts from his arse. A sharp pain ripped through his guts and an unmistakable feeling swiftly gathered in his rectum. “Fuck,” he muttered to himself, “I already know this is gonna be a- brpppt- nasty shit.” He got up and made his way to the bathroom.

When Liam tried opening the bathroom door, his face dropped upon the realisation that it was locked. He put his ear to the wood, where he could hear the shower running on the other side. It must've been his sister.

Liam knocked frantically on the door and shouted through the wood, "Hey, Cassie, how much-" another wet fart rippled from his arse, "Eughh! Cassie, how much longer are you gonna be?"

"I've just got in the shower, wait your turn!” she responded.

Liam didn’t think he could wait long. He stuck his hand onto the wall and bent over as a wet splatter painted his boxers a grotesque shade of brown.

"Cassie, please! I'm shitting myself!" he cried out as another explosive round of gas launched another round of liquid out of his hopelessly clenched asshole.

No response.

"No!" Liam moaned as his hole forced open and flooded his boxers with wet shit, "I can't do it! I can't hold it!" The floodgates burst and a final round of explosive gas sent diarrhoea dripping down his legs.

The door finally opened and Liam barged past his sister and collapsed onto the toilet bowl. He felt like his guts were falling from his backside as he unleashed a torrent of disgusting misery into the toilet bowl.

When it was finally over, Liam sat sweating and shaking on the porcelain throne, he looked over to his sister whose mouth was gaping open in horror, then to the trail of brown smudged across his bathroom floor.

[ransackedpotato3]

Amanda and her group had been following the ATV tour guide for hours, she knew she never should have taken this sketchy tour. The group began to panic, fearing they were lost. The tour guide could only speak extremely broken English and failed to calm any of them down. Amanda had a different issue, feeling a throbbing pain in her guts, a huge storm was brewing inside her. An hour passed before her stomach cramped violently. She felt an enormous log of excitement ran its way through her intestines, she cursed everything under her breath as beads of sweat rolled down her face. The gigantic snake of solid shit slowly travelled south towards her sphincter, showing no sign of stopping. the air ahead of it was forced out of her ass, airy farts squeezed out of Amanda despite her hardest efforts to hold them in. Amanda was thankful she fell to the back of the line, but She began to panic as the vast volume of poop inched its way into her rectum. The turd was so massive that it began opening her asshole before it even arrived to it. She squeezed her hole tight gritting her teeth as she exerted her strength against the monster inside her body, but she was no match for its might. The shit log of Tremendous proportions struck her asshole with incredible force despite its slow pace. Amanda was able to resist the behemoth for about 2 seconds until the pressure exerted was too much. Amanda’s asshole began to widen against her as she let out a painful grunt followed by a terrified whimper as the reality set in that the pain that followed would be unthinkable. The thick snake of shit slowly drove its way out of Amanda as She scrunched her face and lifted her butt from the seat of the ATV. A the mammoth of a turd stabbed into the seat of her athletic pants, her asshole opening wider and wider to an agonizing radius. 1 inch, 2 inches, 3 inches. Amanda grew a tail before the log stopped halfway through, leaving her aching anus open with a branch sticking out from it. The log tented out her tight leggings which at this point were the only resistance against it. In an effort to put an end to the pain Amanda assisted the rest of the log out with a might push. With a grotesque grunting noise, the rest of the log rocketed out of her, powerful enough to slide her the waste and of her leggings down slightly. The mass of solid shit rested in her leggings as a slither of soft diarrhea flowed freely out of her tired anus. Amanda breathed heavily just glad the pain was finally gone….

[reekingraccooon]

Big enema mess

[bathroombrat]

random but do you prefer messing and pretending it's an accident or actually waiting until it is an accident or do you mess on purpose?

Waiting until it’s a genuine accident in a pre-planned place is the best! Pretending it’s an accident and purposeful are similar so it’s the same level.