#diarrhea

[holymotherofwmps-the-reblogging]

Ancient Greek:

Sinus-itis is from 'nasal cavity' and 'infection/ouchie'.

...The more things change, the more stay the same!

English: we call it sinusitis because it's Latin :)

German: we call it Nasennebenhöhlenentzündung because the Höhlen neben your Nase are entzündet.

[blushingblurbs]

“Oh, honey, was it too rich?” she asks me, not troubling to keep her voice down. Her hands make a circular rubbing motion in front of her stomach, as if to drive her point home.

“N-no,” I belch out with a shudder. “I’m *belch* just not feeling well. But it really was delicious,” I say, fighting down another belch.

Her eyebrows narrow, noticing that I’m uncharacteristically pale. Her eyes linger on my midriff, and I’m suddenly super aware of how bloated I’ve become in the past few minutes.

I manage to swallow the last belch, putting my more pressure on my stomach. It gurgles loudly in protest.

“You don’t look good, chica,” shaking her head.

I’m blushing at this point, I know she’s right. I stand to head towards the restroom, but the motion adds to the pressure in my gut.

“Are you alright?” She’s asking again, worried - when had I placed my hand on my stomach?

I couldn’t worry about that now. I stifled another sour belch, it tastes like the homemade meal I’d just finished.

And yet not even halfway through the plate, it had felt like like it was all rushing straight through my stomach to my bowels.

My knees buckle slightly, I realize I can’t stand up straight without the belly cramps tightening. I place another hand on my stomach, how did I get so bloated?

“Honey, you’re gonna be sick?!” Her voice piercing, a tone of urgency matched only by the sensation in my stomach.

Someone thrusts a paper bag in front me. A set of hands is pushing me towards the restroom just off the staff kitchen.

The aroma of fresh, fried, and grilled food hits me worse than the first stomach cramp I’d felt earlier.

Another belch escapes my lips. Someone presses the bag to my face but I’m still being propelled forward.

Being ushered so quickly stirs something in my lower stomach. A horrid, warm, aching pressure comes over my bowels - how did that meal turn to such a bubbling mess so quickly?

I open my eyes. There’s a line of women all waiting for a bathroom stall before returning to their shift. I hear my colleague pleading, commanding them, “move, she’s sick!”

But my stomach is cramping again. I can’t wait much longer.

Compassionately, I’m allowed to somehow skip the line, my hands now clutching my belly so tightly that I barely manage to slam the stall door shut.

I tear my uniform skirt and underwear down, cursing the button and zipper and latch. I’m hardly seated on the warm plastic seat before my bowels begin to spill into the bowl.

Ppphhhbbbtttt. Ppphhht. The sound echoes throughout the crowded restroom. Through the large cracks in the stall door, I see concerned and disgusted and sympathetic faces.

Another awful wave of diarrhea hits. I bend over, victim of the belly cramps, causing me to accidentally decorate the underside of the toilet rim and seat.

“Blushing blurbs, are you alright?” My colleagues voice rings through the air.

I bury my face in my hands, feeling a wave of nausea starting to creep up.

I belch again, hot, thick air from deep in my stomach. The movement upsets something in my bowels, and I lose it from my rear again, now aware of how awful it all smells.

“Oh, blushingblurbs, it’s okay. You’re gonna be okay,” she tries to reassure me through the stall.

But I can hear the muttering and comments outside. Everyone’s heard the explosive diarrhea, and it’s triggered something in everyone.

I a few deep breaths, feeling my insides gurgle with each one. The third sends more of that liquified meal rushing out and the reality that I’m sick with diarrhea and upset tummy for 12 other women to hear and smell sets in like the norovirus on a cruise.

My stomach hurts.

[tvneon]

[totallynormalfetishhaver]

spent forever looking for this video. if anyone has the full lmk! one of the hottest videos by QOF imo

[phattiepheeder]

To have an overpacked cauldron of a belly that is completely controlled by your feeder.

Master hasn’t allowed for an emptying In 3 days but has still fed his prized hog to the brim. Rancid constipated farts are a small relief when your bowels are stretched to the max to compensate. He uses your cunt, needing to push a bit harder than usual to get in, feeling how everything clogging your pipes has piled into and swollen your rectum.

He finishes inside you and then goes to get your next meal. He proceeds to stuff you with a mountain of food until you can no longer breath.

He presses your fat bloated gut and you groan in discomfort, your hole inadvertently puckering.

“No, no,” he says. “No shitting yet. Just gas.”

“But if I try to fart again, it’ll be impossible to hold the rest in. “

“That’s your fault for being such a greedy piggy. Your stomach is this way because of YOUR gluttony. And You have another day to go piggy.”

The next day comes and your guts are done processing the food. Your feeder instructs you that it’s emptying day. He instructs you to take a stance on all fours , and goes to feel how hard and bloated your abdomen is.

“Ah, looks like you’ve done a great job of getting filled and having your bowels stretched to capacity,” he says grabbing a box and what looks like tin foil. He puts on a rubber glove.

“Alright you know the drill. Face down and spread em,” he instructs. You follow his instructions and place your head on the floor, ass still up and use both hands behind you to spread your deep cheeks. You sigh , knowing that finally you’ll get some relief from the unbearably fullness in your guts.

Suddenly, you feel a cold glycerine suppository press against your hole. It’s forced in along with the finger behind it. He retracts his finger to have it covered In your chocolate. He repeats this with three more slippery inserts.

“Now you have to hold it until the glycerine melts. I’m doing you a favour so your hole doesn’t rip this time. Let me know when you’re busting to empty and I’ll bring the bucket”

Last time the constipated plug of shit practically tore your ass in two while being birthed.

You hold it, clenching against everything In your body telling you to push. You’re still on your hands and knees half an hour later as you feel the pressure behind your hole is mountain and you feel the weight of days worth of sweet creamy shit pressing against your hole. Despite your best efforts, a fart sputters out along with a bit of shit and melted glycerine.

“I’m ready to empty,” you groan loudly in defeat. Your feeder walks in on a pathetic scene. Fat pig on their hands and knees, swollen gut gurgling and hanging on the floor, drenched in sweat, hole quivering with the anticipation of finally getting some reprieve. He lays an industrial bucket behind your cellulite-ridden ass.

“All right pig, let’s see the aftermath of that gluttony,” the words are barely out his mouth before the gates part and shit starts pummelling onto the bottom of the bucket. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, as log after log of constipated shit leaves its incubator. Rumbling farts and stomach gurgles are all that can be heard as the shit gets sloppier and bursts out of your poor tender hole. You moan half in pain half in pleasure.

Your feeder smirks, knowing you’ll be laying cable trying to empty all that waste for at least the next couple of hours.

#constipated #slob

[sarajohnson0]

Hello everyone 👋 I'm here to share some of my experiences with upset stomach.

This is a video of what happens when you eat too much and drink too much prune juice. I love drinking prune juice to make my tummy gurgle and rumble. I know it's a bit strange, but I love the feeling of gurgling and bubbling. 💖🫧

I hope to be able to upload these videos that I like so much freely. Enjoy

[bluesest]

A guy telling his boyfriend who is sitting on the toilet to hold in his diarrhea and beg for release

A Holding Boyfriend

My boyfriend and I had a great amazing date where we went to a critically acclaimed restaurant called: "The evening", it was an amazing night and the dishes were a total delight:

As an entrance they gave us a glass with 10 shrimp, they looked incredible and my boyfriend devoured most of them, I wanted to stop him because he was aware of what happens to his stomach when he consumes any type of seafood, but when I told him he replied:

Boyfriend: "It's not for so much love, I prefer the taste and suffer the consequences, because I tell you that this is totally delicious"

Me: "It won't be nice when... forget it"

I stopped at that precise moment, my neurons agreed that this could lead to a situation that was quite ... interesting.

10 minutes of anecdotes and laughter passed, the waiter gave us the main course: "Filet Mignon" with potatoes and asparagus, we had several sauces to choose from but my boyfriend's favorites were: "Brown Sauce" made from celery, onion, meat broth, garlic, among other ingredients, and also the classic barbecue sauce, all these made in an artisanal way, It was an amazing dinner at an amazing restaurant, we paid the bill and with a great feeling in our stomachs we left the establishment.

When I got into the car my boyfriend said some words that would leave me cold:

Boyfriend: "I think it's better to leave the windows open"

Me: "But it's very cold out there"

Boyfriend: "My stomach is baking something heavy, I think it wasn't a good idea after all"

Me: "I warned you"

Boyfriend: "But I don't regret it"

He started leaning quickly, held the steering wheel tightly and let out a giant gas, I never thought he would be able to match something like that.

*PPFPFPFPFPFPTTTTTTTTTTTT*

Boyfriend: "Ufffff that was a good one"

I blushed at the time, me and he have been together for at least 3 years where we have acquired a small apartment and I had never heard or smelled a fart like that in the time I live with him.

Neither he nor I bothered at that moment, as a couple we have witnessed many things from each other including our embarrassments, he is usually quite open to these issues and has no shame at all about farting at least in front of me, it is something I admire about him, his trust towards me to show something that you would never show someone, even if it is something as "disgusting" but natural as farts.

He began to laugh sheepishly while I enjoyed the natural smell of his intestines invading my nostrils touching them softly like a light, pleasant scent of a small flower between his large, tight buttocks.

He began to feel his stomach with his left hand as he paid attention to the road and said:

Boyfriend: "I feel gassy"

My eyes shone with those words, I didn't want to be an obstacle to him so I said:

Me: "Fart freely, don't worry about me"

Boyfriend: "Are you sure? I mean... doesn't it bother you?"

I put my hand on his stomach and said, "I like every part of you" and then I started to lower my hand to his crotch releasing some of the sexual pressure I felt and couldn't hold, just the smell that was locked in the car served as an aphrodisiac for me.

Boyfriend: "You should take that hand out of there"

Me: "Why?"

*PPFPTPPTPTPTPTPTPTPTPTPTF* *PRRRRRR*

I was immediately surprised and automatically began to grab his crotch more tightly:

Boyfriend: "Calm down there babe, I don't want your hand to stink of shrimp and meat"

Me: "You know me, I like your meat"

Boyfriend: "hahahaha... I can't believe we're doing this while I'm driving and farting."

Me: "I can't believe this is heating me up"

Boyfriend: "Don't worry, very soon we will arrive at the apartment *PFFTFTTFTFTFTFTFTFT* and the bathroom"

It was 10 minutes on the road where I tried to ignore my farting boyfriend, in total he farted about 3 before arriving, but it was impossible for me to think of anything other than his tight buttocks vibrating from the air that comes out.

Entering the apartment I try to kiss him and continue releasing the tension, but he stops me and says:

Boyfriend: "Not now, I must visit the bathroom for a moment"

Me: "From 1 to 10, how much do you need to go to the bathroom?"

Boyfriend: "like a 6, but the more time passes the more I will want to"

Me: "That means you'll be able to hold on for a while longer."

Boyfriend: "I don't know..."

Me: "It will be quick, let's go"

Boyfriend: "Okay, I guess I'll hold on a little longer before... *PPPFFTFTTFTF* uuppss now went up to a 7"

We both started to hug each other, I took the first step and started to lower my hand and grabbed his left buttock with passion while he began to kiss me and guided me to our bed where we let ourselves fall without separating our bodies and lips, he began to moan very low shyly while my hand went up his entire back.

*PPPFFFFTFTFTTF*

He stopped kissing me and his face moved away from mine, with a look full of passion and shame he told me: "Babe, I really need to go to the bathroom", I pretending not to have heard him I started to lower my hand again and this time I put it under his underwear touching his bare buttock feeling a little sweat and chills from his big butt.

However, while I was caressing his buttocks he touched my arm and said: 

Boyfriend: "Hey, you just realized you put your hand under my underpants seconds after I fart, didn't you?" 

Me: "I know, but I don't care, you're irresistible."

Boyfriend: "Even if it smells like rotten eggs?"

Me: "Even if you're shit on yourself, I'll love you"

Boyfriend: "Then I'll check if that's true."

He started staring me in the eye as he applied some pressure to my arm and...*PFPPTPTPTPPFPFFTFTFTF* *PRRRR*

I was too surprised, not only by the fact that my biggest wet dreams came true, but also by the fact that I felt a few small drops on my hand, it could be sweat, but I would rather imagine that it was that thick mixture that is cooking in his stomach wanting to come out, and his comment gave me a clue.

Boyfriend: "That was a wet one... I must go to the bathroom"

Me: "But I just showed you that I don't care what your body does while we love each other."

Boyfriend: "I know, but now my desire has gone up to an 8, this is already serious"

Me: "And what would be the problem?"

Boyfriend: "That at any moment I could... make a mess"

For a moment I thought I was taking this too far, maybe he doesn't like this as much as I do, I started to feel guilty about forcing me to do something that my boyfriend doesn't like and dislikes, my lust left my body for a moment and I was about to give my boyfriend "Permission" to go to the bathroom once and for all and maybe continue with this without the factor Farting and diarrhea wouldn't be as interesting, but those thoughts left my head when I heard him say, "But I could take it longer, babe."

He said it with a mischievous smile and eyes full of passion and desire, he put both his hands behind my head and pushed it gently and slowly towards his head, where our lips collided again with even more passion than the first time, now he was the one who began to hug me and caress my back and I innocently wanted to do the same as him and I started to take my hand out of his ass to carry it behind him but he stopped me: "You said you didn't care if I suck right? Then you will NOT take that hand off my ass" and without warning he farted violently and wetly: *PPFPPFPPTPPPTTTTFFFFTFTFT* *PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

I groaned suddenly, even I was surprised and my boyfriend started laughing:

Boyfriend: "hahaha, I can't believe you did that when I farted"

Me: "Don't say stupid things, that was just a mixture of surprise and passion, that fart only surprised me and that's it"

Boyfriend: "Sure?" *PPPFTFTFTFTFTFF* *PPRPRPRPRPRPR* *PFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTTTTT*

I moaned again and was embarrassed to one more, but I felt my boyfriend's hand gently touching my cheek which managed to calm me down.

Boyfriend: "But at least I know you're serious when you say you love me."

Me: "Hahahaha enough of being ashamed"

Boyfriend: "I... *PFTFTFTFT* uffff... I'm serious, I was ashamed"

Me: "Shame?"

Boyfriend: "Embarrassment when I had to play the two while you were in the apartment, I was sorry that you heard or smelled, I always read on the internet that the main reasons for couple separations were because of this type of taboo subject?"

Me: "But why? If everyone does it"

Boyfriend: "It's just that... *PPPFTFTFTFTFTFTTF* aghhh, I think it's up to a 9 now, it's already dangerous at this point"

Me: "You don't have to be ashamed, at least not with me because you already know that I love you no matter if..."

Boyfriend: "I shit on myself... *GRRRRRRRRR* ohhhh stop for a moment... here comes a big one..."

Me: "Don't worry, you know I don't care"

Boyfriend: "I know... aghhh *PPPFTPTPTPTPTFFT* *PPRPRPRRRRRRRRRRR* *PFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFFTF* *PRRRRRRRRRRR* *GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*"

We both stopped at that moment, he had a face of fear and shame which I didn't understand the reason until I felt a strange thick hot liquid that was where I understood everything.

I immediately pulled my hand out of his butt making it even more muddy, but I didn't do it because I was disgusted but because I wanted to see the mess my hand became when he expelled that rancid diarrhea mixture.

My boyfriend finally reacted to what had happened, he stood up and got out of bed, turned to look at me again, directed his gaze towards my hand with diarrhea and then to my face something shocked, and with shame in his eyes and in his voice he said: "Sorry, I think I measured wrong... It wasn't a 9, it was an 11"

After saying that, he walked making small jumps to take off his underwear with a big brown stain with lumps and once naked he went to the bathroom of our room without closing the door and before sitting on the toilet I took his arm which surprised him and turned quickly.

Let me tell you that it's not the first time I've seen him naked or vice versa, we were a couple after all, but it's the first time that his completely naked body almost gave me a heart attack, his ass stained with brown diarrhea, his big penis and his face of shame but that denotes a little passion made lust take control of my body and caused me to stop him before he released his stomach.

Boyfriend: "Babe, I know we were on to something, but I really have to go *GRRRRRRR* went up to 12"

Me: "I think you could hold on a little longer..."

Boyfriend: "Definitely not!"

Me: "You're a strong man, of course you can"

Boyfriend: "Babe didn't you see my underpants? I literally ruined them!"

Me: "Come on, they're not so bad, I can buy a whole box if you want"

Boyfriend: "I'm shitting, I need the toilet NOW!!"

Me: "And I need you NOW!!!"

The atmosphere became tense, we both screamed in desperation, but I definitely shouldn't have done that for a sexual game, I still wasn't sure if he liked that idea or was even enjoying everything that happened.

We both remained silent, he, even naked, stared at me with a bit of confusion while I couldn't look him in the eye because of how embarrassed he was.

Boyfriend: "Wow that's definitely not you, what's wrong with you, is there anything I can help you with?"

Me: "It's nothing, just that I really wanted to continue..."

He started to approach me slowly and gave me a hug, I felt his crotch harden, although to tell the truth I don't know if it was HIS crotch or mine, and with a soft voice he told me:

Boyfriend: "That has nothing to do with what we were doing, tell me the truth, I don't want to do something that bothers you..."

With shame and a trembling voice he had no choice but to confess.

Me: "This will sound weird or even disgusting to you, and I don't want you to think that about me..."

Boyfriend: "You are a beautiful man, sexy from head to toe and someone intelligent who always makes me laugh in my best moments or accompanies me in my worst moments, nothing you say is going to change my opinion of you or the love I feel for you"

His face slowly approached me and began to kiss me softly.

Me: "You see... I... I like what it's all about... well..."

Boyfriend: "Be confident"

Me: "I... I like it..."

Boyfriend: "Go ahead"

Me: "I LIKE TO SEE PEOPLE HAVE DIARRHEA, IT MAKES ME REALLY HOT TO SEE THEM IN A SITUATION LIKE THAT!!"

Boyfriend: "..."

Me: "It's... a fetish..."

I finally confessed, but... silence says more than a thousand words, doesn't it? He didn't say anything, at that moment I thought his face was one of contempt, disgust and horror, if he were honest and was in his reactionary position the same. I froze, I didn't know what to do, but...

Boyfriend: "hahahahaha..."

Me: "Why are you laughing?"

Boyfriend: "Let's say I have the perfect partner"

He kissed me again, then he moved away and with a funny but gallant look he says to me: 

Boyfriend: "I'm proud that you put your trust in me and that's why I love you, besides, that fetish is called Scat, just so that you are more informed"

Me: "Wait... Are you?"

Boyfriend: "I've never tried it before, but let's just say I'd really like to try it with you love"

This time I started kissing him, I couldn't believe it, he was definitely the perfect man for me... *GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* He turned his face away from mine and said: 

Boyfriend: "All these emotions made me forget that I had to shit"

Me: "Hey... sorry for going too far, if you want I will leave you alone"

Boyfriend: "Don't you remember what I told you? I would like to try this... and I want you to be my guide"

Me: "Are you sure?"

Boyfriend: "Of course, but you better hurry, if I don't sit on that toilet right now... I think we will have to clean the floor"

I laughed shyly and we both moved towards the bathroom where I wonder: "what should I do now?"

I stopped for a moment, I didn't know what to do either because I had never been in a situation like this and I decided to start with something classic and simple:

Me: "How about something to hold on?"

Boyfriend: "Wasn't that what I've been doing all this time?"

Me: "Yes, but this time you'll push it to the limit, now sit on the toilet."

Boyfriend: "Like orders"

He went straight to the toilet, when he turned his back to me I could notice his big sweaty butt and a slight tightening of buttocks, you could tell from afar that he could barely move and prevent his entire interior from coming out in a violently explosive way.

A cold and short sound indicated that his butt kissed the porcelain, he raised his sexy gaze and looked me straight in the eyes waiting for my next order:

Me: "Just hold on until you can't take it anymore..."

Boyfriend: "Really? No kind of game or something?"

Me: "I'm new to this just like you!"

*GRRRRRRRRR*

Boyfriend: "I think my stomach is new to this too"

Me: "Let me hear your opinion"

Boyfriend: "Okay"

He subtly leaned into the seat, raising his butt as high as he could where he expelled a vibrating and loud fart: 

*PPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFTTTTTT* *PRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

I could see small brown drops shoot out of his butt which at this point was so tight that it could easily break a nut.

Me: "Hey! You're cheating when you're farting"

Boyfriend: "I'm sorry babe, but at this point my body controls itself" 

He made the same motion to let loose an even bigger fart

*PPFPPTPTTPTPTPFFFTFTFTFTF* *PRRRRRR*

I couldn't tell if his little moan was one of pain or enjoyment, but I had no doubt that both parties enjoyed this little experience. I began to approach me:

*GRRRRRRRR* *PFFFFTTTT*

Boyfriend: "Oh! My intestines are burning"

Me: "Maybe I can help you with that..."

I slowly brought my hands closer to his stomach and began to caress him delicately making small circles one at a time.

*PFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFT*

Boyfriend: "Ufffff, I thought that the objective was to make it impossible for me to explode, not to make it easier for me"

Me: "I want it to be a bigger challenge, plus being so close to you I can smell you better"

Boyfriend: "hmmmm~ you really know what you do right?" *PFFFTTT*

Me: "Of course... The smell is amazing, how did you get your stomach to smell like a landfill?"

Boyfriend: "hmm~ I will confess something to you hmm~ in the morning I had a big cup of coffee..."

Me: "Knowing you and your stomach must have been a headache to endure that smell at work"

Boyfriend: *PFFTFTFTFTFTFTFT* "ugh, not at all, I thought I was going to shit about half an hour later, but hmmm~ it just didn't happen"

Me: "Really?"

Boyfriend: "No, it's hard to believe, but since the morning not a single fart came out, and I ate hot wings at lunch"

Me: "That would explain the dark brown color of those drops I saw..."

Boyfriend: "I thought that would make hmmmmm~ *PFTFTFTFT* go straight to the bathroom, but it didn't give a solution *PRRRRRRRRRR* I even heard several colleagues and even the boss destroy the office bathroom"

Me: "I can imagine the desperation of those poor men, but I am aware that out of all of them you would make the greatest disaster."

Boyfriend: "I'm happy I didn't at least touch those bathrooms with hot, sweaty toilet lids"

Me: "And it looks like someone else is happy too, doesn't it?"

His penis was completely erect, apparently the massages relaxed him enough so that the stress goes away and he can enjoy this in a more free and sexual way.

Boyfriend: "Like I told you, I can't control my body" *GRRRRRRRRRR*

Me: "Would you mind if...?"

Boyfriend: "Don't ask and do it!"

I lowered my head directly to his crotch, down there it smelled worse and I could see how the clear water of the toilet had small brown dots indicating that all the farts were wet.

I asked his to get up a little from the toilet, then I put my left hand behind me and started to touch his sweaty butt feeling how my hand gets hotter and hotter thanks to the oven generated inside the toilet.

*PFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTF* *PRRRRR* *PFFTFTFFF* *PPPPFTFTFTFFFFFTTTTTT*

Boyfriend: "oops, I hope it doesn't bother you..."

Me: "~Not at all~"

*GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

Boyfriend: "Fuck, I don't think I will resist for long"

Me: "Please, we've had sex longer than this."

Boyfriend: "I don't mean that! I mean my stomach, it's starting to burn."

Me: "Be a man and endure like one"

Boyfriend: "I'll expel everything and we'll continue with this later"

Me: "That wasn't the love deal, and you know it~"

I could smell it, the smell of despair, he began to sweat more and I could feel drops of sweat falling on my hair and arms as he slowly lost control.

*PFTFTFTFTFTFTF* *PFTFTFFFFTFTPPPPPPFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTTTTT* *PRRRRTRRRRRR*

Boyfriend: "hmmmmm~ my stomach hurts a lot, please release me my love"

Me: "No, I want you to break a world record"

Boyfriend: "And I'll break it, but it'll be the size of the largest human excrement."

Me: "In your case they will have to weigh it in liters, by your farts you can tell that it will be liquid"

Boyfriend: "ohhh.... Please *PFTFTFTFTFTFT* I can't anymore... *PRRRRRRRR* More! *TRRRRRRRRRRR*"

Notice how his farts became more and more violent, in a few seconds his stomach will not resist and the great wall of his sphincter will break giving way to the brown army.

Me: "You're sweating a lot..."

Boyfriend: "I know hahaha... but please, I can't resist much longer..." *PFFFTTTT* *GRRRRRRRRRR*

I raised my head and went to his lips and began to kiss him passionately, the atmosphere was heavy, it was very hot and even the smell had flooded the small room. When our lips parted, he said to me: 

Boyfriend: "I'm sorry Babe"

I passed so fast that I could hardly react, the first explosion echoed off the walls and I instinctively lowered my head to see the fireworks on the front page:

*PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *PFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFFTTTT* *TRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS* *GRRRRRR* *PFFFFFTTTTTT* *PFFFFFFFFFFFTTFTTF*

He doesn't stop moaning, while from my perspective I can see a large fountain staining the white porcelain of the toilet that I always worry about seeing it clean, but still I don't care at all, I can always clean it at any time, but this doesn't happen again, or at least I've never experienced it before.

*SQHSQHQSHSQHSSSHSHSHSHHHHHHHHH* *PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTT* *PRRRRR* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PRRRRRRRRRRRR* *TRRRRRRRR* *BLRRRRRSSSHHHHHHH* *PFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT* *PFFFFTT* *PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRR*

Jet after jet fell impacting the water like a strong hurricane into the ocean, the few solid pieces looked like meteorites causing large explosions of brown water as they crashed into the large polluted ocean.

Boyfriend: "oh... wow, I've never shit like this in my life *GRRRRRRRRR* ughhhh"

*PFFFFFTTFTFTFTFTFF* *PRPRPRPRPRPRPRPR* *SHQHQSHQSHQSHSSSHHSHSHQSHQSHSQQSQQSQS* *FFFFFFFTTTTTTTPPPPPPPP* *PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS* *SQSTSQRQSRSSSRSRSRQQQRQRQRRRRRRRRRRR*

Me: "I know, it was amazing, don't you think?"

Boyfriend: "Sure"

Me: "Now, do you want me to clean you down there?"

Boyfriend: "Of course"

[rammington]

dead meme I dug up from the internet graveyard

[happy4562]

Diarrhea at Work

Charlie quickly made his way down the hallway to the office restroom. Both his bladder and bowels were ready to burst. He swung the door open and immediately saw a pair of black dress shoes in the first stall. He had hoped to get some privacy since he wasn’t a huge fan of having an audience. In all the years he had worked, he never took a shit.

He recognized the shoes as his boss Jason, and confirmed it when he walked past the stall and saw him through the crack in the stall door. Charlie took the stall next to Jason and slammed the door shut and locking it as fast as he could. His belt buckle clanged as it hit the floor, breaking the silence in the room. Charlie ripped his white Calvin Kleins down and collapsed onto the toilet. His bladder let go instantly and a strong loud stream hit the water below. For almost a minute Charlie pissed forcefully.

Unfortunately now his bowels were also ready to empty. Charlie sat in silence with Jason and rubbed his stomach. He decided he would wait for his boss to finish up before dropping his shit. Five minutes passed and Charlie was struggling to hang on. He heard a light grunt from Jason followed by a splash. Realizing Jason wasn’t anywhere near finished Charlie had no choice but to go.

He slowly unclenched his hole and a wet fart boomed out of him. He felt his face turn bright red. He tried to slowly ease out his load but that turned out to be futile. Within seconds, loose watery diarrhea sprayed out of Charlie. Wet farts erupted. His stomach grumbled loudly and a second wave of shit blew out of him. Charlie sat breathing heavily and humiliated. He began wiping up and noticed Jason doing the same. Both men exited their stalls at the same time and met at the sink. Charlie could barely look in the mirror but when he did he noticed that his boss gave him a slight smirk before leaving the restroom.

[phattiepheeder]

I just weighed myself and i crossed the 230 mark. It’s the heaviest I’ve been since breaking up with my feeder boyfriend. And I really don’t mind. I’m actually trying to get to 250 by April.

I wish I lived in America, somewhere hot like Houston or Arizona. All those buffets, all those little Debbie cakes, the fast food 😍 being able to lie on the beach In a string bikini with my ass gobbling up the bottoms and my lard poring out of the too small pieces of fabric as everyone points at the beached whale 😍

God, if I did live there I’d easily be 300lbs within 6months. I’d find a slave to fund my fast food diet. A slave that wants to get me fatter, plumper, fat jiggling and swaying when I walk. They’d drive me from restaurant to restaurant and order a dozen dishes, take me to buffets and stuff the food into my mouth as sauce and oil drips down my chin.

Even as my breathing gets heavy , they continue to feed me, until I’m so full and uncomfortable.

Imagining i had just finished polishing 5 heaping plates at Golden Corral for dinner, following a huge Taco Bell lunch with multiple burritos and tacos, and a huge fried chicken and waffles plate for breakfast. I have to waddle back into the car and unbutton my pants to stop my gut from exploding the button off when I sit. Even as I’m painfully bloating and asking to go home, my feeder tells me they have a surprise. They take me to an ice cream shop and get me an XL milkshake. We both know I’m lactose intolerant but it’s such a hot day that I guzzle it down.

As they drive, they take their sweet time, knowing that as I digest all that unhealthy food and dairy, I’ll get so gassy.

The windows are up and I begin sweating, so I try to roll them down, but the window controls are on. They look over at me and hear a long and loud groan from my overpacked belly and grin. They know what that sound means and I wince as I feel a cramp. My belly is bloating even bigger with gas. My feeder keeps the windows locked so as to keep the smell of my soon to come rancid farts in and lingering.

They drive painfully slow as I struggle to keep the gas in. But my belly is whining and pushing me to expel some of it. I can feel sweat dripping down me as the hot Arizona sun turns the car into a real life hotbox. Sweat drips off my rolls and pools into my ass crack, causing a swampy mess.

They tell me I look uncomfortable and to ‘relax a little’. The pressure in my guts is too great and the moment I try to relax, my asshole unpuckers and gas starts rumbling out. I moan and press on my belly as my overstuffed bowels deflate a little. The farts are loud and hot and leave a plume of musk in the air. But it feels too good to stop. The dairy and Taco Bell are truly doing a number to my poor digestive tract.

“That’s it, baby, let that sweaty hole sing for me” they say, pressing on my groaning gut. The farts are slapping out of me but the pressure is still somehow building too fast.

The farts sound so wet and bubbly due to all the sweat in between my huge cellulite ridden ass cheeks.

“I really don’t feel well. Take me home,” I say, as my belly emits a loud pained groan.

“Does piggy need to use the toilet after eating too much?” They ask with a smirk, knowing full well my stomach is churning and will soon be pushing out their dinner in this car if I don’t get to a restroom.

“Yes…My stomach hurts so bad. Please hurry up,” I say wincing.

. After half an hour driving around in a boiling hot car, drenched in sweat and stomach bubbling, I desperately need a toilet. I sit back , undo the zipper on my jeans all the way and roll my shirt up. I scoop up my gut and lay it atop the waist of the offending jeans, breathing heavily as I rub and try to coax out more gas. The sweat from under my rolls splashes as my doughy belly slaps onto my thighs.

The farts sound so wet and sloppy, and I could tell the wetness was not solely from the sweat filling my asscrack anymore. My farts are getting juicier, spraying my panties with little squelching doses of pre-diarrhea juice. I groan , knowing that if my lard ass doesn’t hit a toilet seat soon, my exhausted, slime-slicked hole is going to be inadvertently oozing diarrhea any minute.

By now , I can’t risk farting anymore because of how much slop has descended to rest onto my hole. The tight knot is quivering as I try my hardest to clench and hold back the deluge.

I see that my feeder is not taking me home. He’s going down some obscure path. Half of me is concerned about where I’m being driven but the other half is too busy praying my asshole can hold up until the car stops. Finally they stop onto the side of an isolated dirt road, with fields on either side. I want to look around to see if we stopped because there’s a gas station around, but I can’t move for fear of everything coming out.

“We’re here,” they say.

“What do you mean? This isn’t a joke!” I rub my heavily gurgling gut, hearing all that digested food begging to escape. “ I really need to use the toilet. Please,” I beg, “ I don’t want to ruin another pair of pants. This is the last pair I have that fits!”

“Just barely,” they grin sadistically . “ You want to stuff yourself into growing fatter and fatter? Until your clothes bust off of you and I gotta buy you a new pair? You want to eat like a pig? Then, you’ll be treated as a pig, and pigs use the field as their toilet.

“No, but—“ I am about to argue to take me to an actual bathroom, but a sick rumble deep in my gut interrupts me and my feeder looks at me, knowing he’s won.

“Sounds like you have no choose, piggie. If I were you , I’d pull down those pants quick because it sounds like your shitter is about to blow.”

He’s right. I can’t even scowl at him before another glugging sound tells me I have seconds. I toss the car door open, and stumble out of the stifling gas cloud. My body is coated in sweat, and my asshole in clenched so tight that I can barely get out of the car.I waddle only a few yards before I rip down my pants and peel my sopping panties down. Bending over, I part my cheeks to show my deep crack dripping with sweat.

I point my ass away from the car and without even pushing, the moment I unclench, the built up pressure forces a jet of pure liquid shits to shoot out of me and lands 5 feet away.

“Ohhh, fuck. My stomach,” I groan as it pushes out wave after wave of slop. My feedee has now gotten out of the car and is admiring his work as my incredibly overfilled bowels empty everything he’s stuffed me with.

But my stomach isn’t the only part of my body in pain. All that Taco Bell is searing my ass, it’s leftover just as hot coming out as it was going in. My eyes are closed and teeth gritted as I blast out more. I groan as I clutch my stomach and push down. The farts in between waves of diarrhea sputter more shit out.

I end up squatting as the slop flow slows. The pile under me is massive, and my hole is still oozing more.

Finally after 15 minutes, my asshole begins dry heaving, signalling that I’m just about empty. Farts still rumble out of my tired hole, but for now I feel done.

“Good pig,,” my feeder says. “ look at how much you ate all emptied out. “ I wasn’t sure if I had emptied everything out but my bowels deflated enough to give me unbelievable relief.

They get on their knees and begin the task of licking off the mess that is my backside. After I’m cleaned up , we get back into the car and begin in the direction of home. But not before my gut emits a low burble and my hole puffs out subconsciously. A cramp hits me and suddenly I’m clenching and praying the ride home is quick.

“Let’s get you home and milk out the rest of the slop in that big belly”.

———//

[wet-and-wedgied]

Date’s Diarrhea

Cool true story just experience. When out on a date with this guy, let’s call him Kason. Kason is a sweet guy. He is but of a twink, in the shorter side with blue eyes and messy golden hair and smattering of freckles. He wore a simple pair of jeans, a leather jacket and a Star Wars shirt. The date itself was fine, we hung out, chatted, and grabbed some milkshakes. I get a simple vanilla one while Kason got a half-vanilla half chocolate peanut better swirl thing.

Kason is real sweet and gentlemanly and drives me back to my place, but we end up sitting in his car for a while, talking away and stuck, till I got the hint that I was going to need to make the first move. I finally I grabbed him by the jacket gave him a teasing kiss and instantly his ears are going red and his hands are pulling at my sweater. Next thing you know he is climbing out of the driver seat and into my lap. We lose the seat all the way back as he straddled me, his hands teasing up along my stomach as we kiss, we get real into it, and I lift his shirt and run my hands along the waistband of his underwear. He is wear some red briefs or boxer-briefs (I couldn’t quite tail) but they were definitely Flash theme (like the superhero guy).

they were nerdy, but cute and I’m a sucker for guys in underwear. So I start lowering his pants. Then suddenly Kason stiffens and pulls away from our make session. He sort of freezes, pushing me down in the seat and gets this nervous look in his face.

“Hey, um, wait,” he says. “Um, could we go inside.”

I was about to say yes, but then he blurts out as if to clarify, “I just need your bathroom real quick.”

“oh, yeah, sure,” I say. Though I admit I was turned on by the turn of convo, but my manners sent me on autopilot as Kason hurriedly pulled his pants back up and we detangled ourselves and got out of the car. Kason was up the steps before me to the dirt and fidgeted slightly as he waited for me to get out my key. Kason picked at his nails. His knees pushed together as he both clearly needed the restroom and didn’t want to be too obvious.

We get inside and immediately he’s like, “where the bathroom?” As he fidgets, his knees together, a hand on his stomach as he tries to keep his cool.

“Right over there,” I say, and gesture to the bathroom that’s just off the living room as I switch on the lights.

“cool,” he says and rushes, I mean this man practically sprints to the bathroom in this awkwards ass clenched run. He throws open the door and closes it behind him.

While I stand outside the bathroom, I can hear through the door, and am caught off guard by the sound of Kason moaning,

“Come on, come on, come on,” as presumably he fiddles with his jeans, desperately pulling them and his dorky underwear down. A second later there is the slam of the toilet seat being lifted up, followed by the sound of Kason flinging himself ass first down onto the toilet seat. At which point all hell break loose.

By which I mean I can hear Kason absolutely begin shitting his brains out!

PBBBLTTT!

BLLORT!

SBBBPPPBLRRT!

BBBBBRRRRTTT! 

“Oh my god!” I hear Kason moan, though the straining, breathy sound is nearly drowned out by the eruption that is pouring out of his ass. It sounds like the brattiest, hottest load of diarrhea in his life. I can’t help but smirk, biting my lip as I imagine him on the other side of the dooor, hunched over with his pants and underwear around his ankles, his face red flushed with embarrassment as his eyes roll back while he rides out the most humiliating, toe curling case of diarrhea a guy could imagine. It sounds thick and sloppy, a muddy explosion that signals that Kason has lost complete control over his bowels. 

SSPPPBBLERTT! 

PPPBBBLERRTPPSSBBRRT! 

CLKRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKLLKKL-PLOP-PLOP

SKLLKRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALKKLKL-PLOP-PLOP

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAATPTPPT

PBTBTBTBBTBTTBBTTBBTB

“Hnngh!”

Clearly he has been holding in a monster.  It’s a miracle that he made to the toilet at all I realize. I hadn’t known just how close he apparently was to shitting his pants. 

After about 15 or 20 minutes of absolutely destroying my poor toilet, Kason flushed and emerged from the bathroom holding his stomach. 

“You okay man?” 

“Yeah,” he said, though he was clearly embarrassed and blushing and wouldn’t look my way. “That milkshake really messed up my stomach. I’m uh… lactose intolerant.” 

“Why did you suggest milkshakes then?” 

“I still like milkshakes. Oh,” he groaned as he held his gut. “I should really go though, I’ll give you a call later.” 

And with that he hurried out of my place before U could get the chance to stop him. Definitely not how I thought things would go down, but hey, was a definitely an interesting experience. 

[yourlocallovesickie]

A character that usually isnt really the nicest person, but today theyre being exceptionally grumpy and irritable. No one can figure out why, and no one wants to ask in fear of experiencing their shortened temper, until suddenly it dawns on someone close to them that they hadnt been to the bathroom in well over a week. Immediately after, it all makes sense; how they spent most of their time hiding out in their room, their irritability, how bloated their stomach now looked and the embarrassment that they felt anytime anyone did muster up the courage to ask them what was the matter. It seems their emotions arent the only thing thats constipated….

[bistury-blog]

Breaking Wind (2012)

[rammington]

shitpost

Warning: these horribly drawn boxes contain gay dumbasses

[chronicillnesshumor]

Come on childproof Imodium packaging. You know it's me.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Leonardo DiCaprio showed his uncensored asshole in a movie, but it was for a scene where his character was suffering from explosive diarrhea.