#feedee poop

[phattiepheeder]

The holidays are the best and worst time for a gainer/feedee. I don’t have a feeder but I’ve been letting loose and having my own proper stuffings—sometimes twice a day. In the past month I’ve put on 14lbs and I can not longer fit my jeans over my thick thighs, let alone squeeze that button closed over my big belly. But I love food and eating and feeling full.

The only thing is that my diet is so unhealthy: laden with carbs and fatty food. So many cakes and cookies and breads and meats and cheeses that I’ve been bingeing on. But I haven’t been having enough fiber, if you know what I mean…

I have not gone to the bathroom in three days. My bowels are clogged with a huge amount of hard constipated shit. The first day was fine, but the morning after I felt so swollen and lethargic. I figured maybe that heavy food needed a bit more time to move down to my exit. But then the second day came…and the third…

After every stuffing, I’d get more and more full. I had hoped maybe if I ate something greasy and fried, it’d lube up my guts and I’d be able to go, but I tried that and it just gave me a massive gurgling belly ache. After every meal, I’d sneak off to the bathroom and heave until my hole was bulging and my brow was covered in sweat, trying desperately to relieve some of this filth in my bowels.

I have Christmas dinner tonight, and I already know everyone is gonna expect me to have a big helping of everyone’s dishes. I’m dreading how full I’m gonna be, considering I’m already overpacked. I’m gonna take some psyllium husk before going and hope that I can still eat at least three plates.

I also have such bad gas from all that rotting food, and it smells horrible. Idk if I’ll be able to clench my asshole without letting any farts out at the party without giving myself a horrible belly ache since that’s the only thing relieving pressure right now. Every time I need my poor swollen belly , I leak a large amount of rumbling gas.

Maybe my New Year’s resolution should be to eat more vegetables so I can have daily bowel movements. I’m such a fat stuffed hog, and I keep paying for my gluttony. Hoping to empty some of this stuffing soon.

[bayersabbey]

so this happend today

For those of you go wear diapers, and for me who wears for medical reasons, it’s not ideal to have a messy accident. At least not when your out…

so I was feeling bloated this morning but not really for any reason, changed my night time diaper which was wet as usual, not really thinking very far ahead… had my morning coffee and some bananas and Nutella pancakes before heading out to the mall, now as I was bloated I was farting a bit which isn’t unusual. Now as I was looking for some spandex shorts at tjmaxx I had taken some considering distance from other shoppers, as a curtesy, and just felt after a split second that this wasn’t just a fart, there was no way holding back and I was relieved I had a diaper on, and stressed as I didn’t wear a bigger diaper.

I quickly pained for my stuff, the smell hadn’t really started so I went to the car and drove home, lesson learnt is putting on a bigger diaper when feeling bloated as this can happen. I had some biker shorts and panties on over at the store btw. But took them off to show you as I got home. Now I’m just taking some time enjoying the diaper before a change.

[sickklilsub]

so much pressure & this was all i could get.. and it only made the rumbling worse. :(

[lildayx3]

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[themythosofastar]

” boo “ she/her Aroace/fictosexual selfshipper (PRO/COM/NEUTRAL DNI) horny side blog for fart thoughts bc why not 19 amature artist. Too scared to do kink art tho… I suck at fics too. current romantic f/o: M.orro w.u from nin.jago I am litteraly the void. Shush. tags: Void’s rambles (normally m.orro selfship rambles) Void’s F/o’s - another horny tag bc ✨emo ghost baby boy✨ TBA…

boundries bc how tf did I forget me and my dumbass

yuhh

• Bodily functions (farts, burps, piss, scat, etc.)

•pants pooping

•collars (specifically)

•idk what to call it ‘closeness’

•nonhuman scenerios (based on f/o)

uhhhh…..no

•The scat touching my body In any way possible. I’m a watcher 😔

•feedee

•vomit

•hitting/bruising (unless hickeys)

TBA if I find more stuff

[letswellupmel]

What's sexier than a Feeder holding his Feedee's swollen gut and feeling in his own hands as her belly's chewed up food he bought & personally fed her starts churning in gastric juices and producing bubbles of gas and poop for his nose only.

[phattiepheeder]

Thinking of how it would feel as a person with lactose intolerance and who’s sensitive to spice to binge on spicy tacos, burritos, refried beans for gas production smothered in extra hot sauce. Then finishing off with an entire pint of ice cream. But before I feel my bowels liquify, I take a double dose of Imodium.

The spice and lactose are irritating my guts, hurrying them to push all that pungent slop towards its exit, but the Imodium is not allowing me to shit.

Imagining painful spicy farts that lead to a desperate ass slamming on the bowl, hole absolutely heaving, trying in vain to empty out the enemy. Clutching on my stomach, sweating, groaning, begging that something comes out.

There’s so much pressure in my bowels but all I could do is sting my poor asshole with spicy pre shit goo. In between anal dry heaves, I go and lie down , trying to get anything out. But I know it’s no use until the Imodium wears off.

At which point I know that my exit will become a garden hose and blast out enough molten lava to turn my tender puffy swollen asshole raw. The groans of pain and moans of sweet relief, the sweat dripping off me as my hole continues to heave what feels like battery acid.

The spice hurting my pucker but the lactose and refried beans pressurizing my splattering sharts to blast out the trapped gas that had me cramping so bad.

And the worse part, on top of an agonizing desperate belly ache filled with lactose fuelled gas, my hole is so raw and red that i can no longer wipe, meaning that after every wave of hot burning shit, the gooey residue would leave my poor hole full of mess and dribbling . In that scenario, what I wouldn’t give to have some brave soul come and soothe lick my pucker clean between rounds of diarrhea.

[umflowers]

Sex FAQ

Open marriage: We fuck other people. No feelings. Separate or together. Because we wanted to. Just google it. cg/l: Don’t currently have a Daddy. Want one but my pickiness peaks with daddies. Ssssuper not interested in mommies. My type: hwp or muscular handsome men. Women who don’t look dime-a-dozen. Ink not required, but is great. Also have to like your personality, eyes, smile, etc. Yes, I’m shallow. Yes. Yep. Miscellanious: NOT A FEEDEE. DON’T ASK. Only vaguely into petplay. No real experience. Rarely dom, never a caregiver. Only swap nudes if you’re that hot & so far away it’s all I’m gonna get. Sexting usually bores me, unless same reason as above. Do not interact if you post/reblog: Rape play/con non-con - Not judging, but it’s triggering af to me Poop/vomit - Still not judging, but I am fecalphobic af & vomit makes me vomit Instant block: Unsolicited dick pics. If you whipped it out at a bar like that, you’d be a felon. Calling me pet names. We’re strangers, dude. Assuming me posting nudes = Free pass to hit on me. Lastly: Take a hint or don’t bother. If you’re hitting on me and I’m holding a normal conversation but not responding to your advances, it’s because I’m friendly but not interested. If you ask and I turn you down, or if I tell you to stop, it’s not a signal to try harder or try again later. If I’m interested, I’m not shy.

[phattiepheeder]

Finally unloaded 4 days worth of thanksgiving food. Or…part of it. I stuffed myself for 4days straight, including 3 separate holiday dinners, using Imodium to help hold. But after I stopped taking the Imodium, my bowels are painfully slow to wake up. Took a gentle stool softener which had helped, but only partly.

I sat my fat ass 4 times on the pot and shit out 4 enormous bowls full, including one that required the plunger. But I still feel so full and heavy. I just want relief 😮‍💨

So i made the executive decision to take some Epsom salts with a double dose of Dulcolax and absolutely blast the rest of that thanksgiving load out. My stomach is already gurgling and starting to cramp as I feel liquid reach my hole. I already know my farts are no longer safe because the last one I pushed out, sprayed my cute pink panties with butt butter. God my stomach ache is so bad…

I think my toilet is in for a paint job…and judging by the pressure building in my guts and my mess of an oozing hole , it’s going to happen imminently .

[phattiepheeder]

I was so constipated

there's so much trapped gas that I can feel it in my shoulder. I keep trying to push it out but the pain is excruciating. I would get on my hands and knees and just push, not worried about how loud I was straining. at some point I was borderline screaming. until my boyfriend decided he couldn't stand me trying to manually push it out any longer. he gave me an enema which stretched my already packed to the brim stomach to the max. I cried out in agony but he kept filling me. he then made me sit there with the water inside for a while. I could feel my stomach sloshing and grumbling as if the water had offended it. by the time he let me release I was crying and fingering myself. the pressure pressed on my stomach made me so horny I couldn't take it. I went to go sit on the toilet but he stopped me. he told me to get in the tub to let it out. my pants were already off so I got on my knees in the tub and I pushed. at first only water was trickling out so I pushed harder. I am a very vocal strainer which got my boyfriend off. I could feel the shit coming closer to my hole. my boyfriend then pushed on my stomach and all the trapped waste finally released.

sorry I'm so high and I stuffed myself on a constipated belly. I wanted to write a story while incredibly horny

This^

“You couldn’t stand the pressure anymore. All that heavy eating had packed on a few pounds, but had also packed your guts. Today was your fourth day without going to the bathroom and your belly was massively bloated, it ballooned over the top of the jeans that you just managed to squeeze on.

Your boyfriend insisted that he stuff you again, and not wanting to disappoint, you started eating the food he gave you, but you thought he could tell something was wrong as you ate less enthusiastically than usual. He didn’t say anything but later on in the evening as you sat down to digest, the button on your jeans finally popped off, leading your newly developed rolls to spill out.

“Seems like those stuffings are really working wonders,” he said, jiggling my gut. But when he moved my fat, he noticed how taught my belly was. “Woah, your belly is so tight,” he said.

“I know ,” you groaned. “ I-er…I haven’t been able to go to the bathroom…” you said.

He furrowed his brow, thinking about how he hadn’t heard your usually thick farts in a while. “How long has it been like this?”

“Four days,” you admitted, rubbing your belly. Your boyfriend seemed concerned, thinking of just how much you’d eaten and how days worth of that food was stuck in you.

“Your belly must feel so full and heavy,” he said.

“You have no idea how bad my stomach hurts. I’m so full. I can’t even fart and the trapped gas is killing me.”

“Well, let’s see if you go tonight after you’re done digesting that last big stuffing.”

But hours passed and whereas you’d have usually emptied yourself by now, you sat on the toilet straining as hard as you could but not even a puff of air came out. You moved onto your hands and knees trying desperately to force anything out. Your boyfriend, hearing your strains, took pity on you and got out an enema bag.

He inserted the tube into your packed rectum, having to force through the compacted dense turd. Then he began pumping you with water, filling your already full bowels even more. You groaned as your belly expanded, fat hanging closer to the ground now. When he pulled the tube out, he instructed me to hold the water in as long as I could.

The pressure in my belly led my fingers to begin playing with myself. My belly aches so bad and my hole had started puckering, as the weight behind it grew. Once the pressure became too much, I moved to sit on the toilet , desperate for some relief. Just as you went to relax your sweaty hole, your boyfriend stopped you.

“No, I don’t need to deal with another clogged toilet. You empty in the tub”

Reclenching your pucker, you got up off the toilet and waddled to the bathtub, getting on your hands and knees. You began pushing as hard as you can, crying out in pain , but only a little water trickled out. Whatever had been clogging you was moving painfully slow towards your exit. Your boyfriend recognizing how much pain you were in, came over and began pressing on your belly, squeezing in a downwards motion to coax your blockage out.

You felt a huge shift and everything glugging down to your hole. With one solid strain push, you tight asshole exploded, sending the thick plug of shit flying with all that water.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your tongue lolled out as days worth of constipation flowed from you leaving a pile so big that you couldn’t even sit back with feeling it on your cheeks.

Cries and moans were heard as you finally emptied the consequences of your gluttony.

[phattiepheeder]

That heavy feeling in your guts as the greasy food it’s packed with sluggishly rolls through. The dull ache of slow contractions as your guts do their best to turn so much garbage into shit. Still, the horribly fattening diet and sheer volume of food that gets shoved in there overworks them. The sludge,laden with the grease and lard from your piggy diet causing gurgles and rumbles as pockets of gas also move to your exit. The low bassy farts that leave your hole glazed with gooey shit. The way the sharts lead to an urgent unloading, sitting on the toilet as pre-soft serve farts sputter out. And finally the feeling of your bowels beginning to empty all that raw sewage out. How the gooey, sticky cream slowly oozes out, greasing your hole on its way. The cheesy meaty smell as you remember that huge plate of fully loaded triple cheese nachos, those onion rings, the burgers, the fried chicken—the girth of all those empty calories being pumped through a too small exit. And all of them not converted to shit have been turned into lard.

The ordeal of trying to squeeze out a whole belly full of what looks to be the consistency of melted cheese. The relief afterwards. And finally the way even in commercial toilets , the dense heavy pile being flushed away, while still leaving greasy skid marks and an oily shimmer to the water.

Those are the types of shits where I know I’ve been a good piggy and eaten all the sickeningly fatty food that was fed to me. 🥰 the only thing is afterwards I need to take some psyllium to try to clean out all that leftover greasy slop residue. I would love to see the state of my bowels after emptying an intense feeding aftermath. They must be horrendously sticky and filthy🤭