#feedee poop

[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”.

———//

[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.

[lilgobblinguy]

Manifesting an overweight gassy woman in my life platonic or otherwise 🪄🪄🪄

[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

[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.

[lilgobblinguy]

Born to be buried under an overweight fat gassy ass

Forced to work a 9-5 😔

[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]

can you talk about how it feels when you’re constipated/what’s the longest you’ve gone and how that was?

The first day is fine. The second day is usually a bit more uncomfortable. The more I fill up, the more distended and heavy my belly gets. I especially like how now when my gut is full I need to wear it over the waistband of my pants.

The farts are incredible. There’s somethjng way more relieving ridding gas when even the slightest escape causes so much relief in an already packed gut. Eating when cobstipated. Challenging myself to see if I’ll be able to eat just as much as when I’m not full. And having an overstuffed stomach along with days worth of shit packed into your bowels is means my upper and lower abdomen feel simultaneously so stretched out and tight.

I don’t often let myself go more than three days without going to the bathroom because again I do binge and the amount of shit I end up storing becomes way too distracting and all I could think of is how relieving it’ll be to finally empty. Plus if I don’t take a stool softener, my asshole pays a heavy price as it gets stretched and abused.

The longest I held was with my feeder ex and it was )6days. I mentioned it in a previous post but he force fed me and made me take Imodium multiple times a day to make sure that even if I tried to push out some weight I couldn’t. I’ve never been so full in my life.

We had so much sex on those days. He’d finger me and run his finger along the lower wall of my pussy to feel just how crammed my bowels were. When he would fuck me he said he felt just how much my rectum was bulging with every thrust. And then just to test my resolve he’d push into my sore bloated gut while he was thrusting into me to see how obedient I was and determined to hold the shut he was trying to squeeze out of me.

So yeah.

[phattiepheeder]

For three days before I hadn’t evacuated my bowels. These holiday food binges are horrible on my digestive system. Heavy food laden with fat and carbs. No vegetables unless smothered in butter. Limited fiber.I can understand why the digested food in my stomach can struggle to push its way out. My intestines are just not strong enough to move such heavy garbage through my system at a normal pace. Unfortunately that has been seriously impacting my ability to focus on anything but my stomach issues.

I think I’ve emptied my bowels on less than ten days in all of December…and of course each day there were multiple huge loads when my body just couldn’t stand it anymore. Usually aided by fiber supplement or laxative to stimulate a bit of movement. But those cause a lot of gas and I need to stay close to a toilet because they end up being sharts and my panties have been stained more times than I’d like to admit…

When I don’t plan on holding, I get extremely distended and uncomfortable because I never know how long it’ll take to have everything come out, and I still eat like a pig. So I just have to either wait it out, or try to weigh that shit down by eating an even bigger surplus, which usually forces everything down and through my hole. But that didn’t happen this time and no matter how much I strained, the shit just moved a tiny bit, so yesterday in my desperation, I took way too much psyllium husk and a triple dose of Dulcolax.

I woke up in a cold sweat, belly gurgling and hole dry heaving. I was ready to give birth. I ended up filling a 1L jar and still wasn’t close to empty. My hole had to dilate tremendously to fit that massive turd plug out. Not half an hour later, I got a strong urge that more of my gluttony was ready to come out, decided to hold out before shitting again, so that I could give my horribly stretched out asshole a break.

But I had to leave my house to pick something up and the urge is overwhelming. The laxatives have liquified everything, I could feel it sloshing within me. I don’t want this to come out in public because I know after I release this I’ll be glued to the toilet for the rest of the afternoon. I’m definitely going to explode as soon as I get home.

[phattiepheeder]

Hey, love your posts, your descriptiveness is incredible! I just wanted to ask if you'd every thought about being stuffed while on the toilet. You could stay there for days, fully stuffed so that every inch of your stomach and intestines were packed full, letting all your gas and waste go without a care. How do you feel about that scenario?

Oh I have been. When I was with my ex, he loved how gainer shakes were affecting my body—the rapid weight gain, the clothes busting at the seams, the groaning, gurgling belly. I’m lactose intolerant and he’d purposely mix the gainer powder with heavy cream so that he could watch my asshole painfully and desperately explode afterwards.

After those gainer shakes, my belly would get so runny that I wasn’t able to really be far from a toilet. I had had one too many sloppy farts sputter out greasy brown filth and ruin my panties to feel safe going out. Gainer shake days became those of thick groaning belly aches and desperate runs to the porcelain. Often times I’d get to the toilet with an underwear full and an aching tummy that would the empty more and more, squirt after squirt, shart after explosive shart.

And, on those days I tried to eat less hoping I’d have less to empty. It was just no fun. So we decided I’d be fed while on the toilet. It was so convenient. I’d be more comfortable stuffing myself. And I’d be able to mindlessly eat without worrying about overflowing my panties with too much digested food.

I’d part my cheeks as wide as they could so my hole wasn’t shrouded by my fat cellulite ridden cheeks and then get fed until I was full. A few times I’d be in the middle of emptying myself when it was my next scheduled feeding time. Even though I told him I wouldn’t be able to clench long enough to get a full stuffing, that my desperate asshole couldn’t fight the pressure of such an upset stomach and I couldn’t stop shitting, he said it didn’t matter. My ex was pretty strict with that so he stuffed me regardless.

It felt so good. I love getting g filled and doing it while relieving an aching gut of my last stuffing was even better. The toilet really got overused those days lol

[phattiepheeder]

How was your Christmas dinner? You managed at least 3 helpings, right? 👀 Please tell us how your already packed guts reacted 😍

Oh boy where to begin? The 3 days prior I’d been such a gassy shit filled hog. I ate so much the first day. Charcuterie board, pizza, pasta, roast beef with potatoes. So all that dense food really digested and stayed exactly where it had ended up in my colon. My gut felt so heavy and I was sure just the sheer weight of all that digested food would force my hole open, but I also don’t think I ate a single fruit or vegetable that day. It always frustrates me when I get constipated without planning to hold it. Because I wouldn’t have overdone it so much on the first day. I tried so hard to push something out but even after my hole was heaving for half an hour and I became sweaty and out of breath, nothing came out. So as soon as I didn’t shit the first , even though I hadn’t planned it, I decided to see if I could make it to Christmas without using the bathroom.

I tried to eat that same amount every day after, just stuffing my already punished guts. I was getting so bloated. But I was loving just how full I was getting. With all that sugar and oil from the rich holiday food, I would have assumed that I would have at least pinched a small loaf, but still nothing. I didn’t even feel the urge, just a constant achy feeling. Like my bowels were overstretched and my belly was too heavy to move. I tried my best to fart out as much as I could but god they were horrendous. I guess all that meat and cheese was rotting inside me over the week.

By Christmas Day, my belly looked like a blimp. I had been plugged up for 3 days and I was ready to break my hood just to have some relief. I did have a huge family dinner planned that night so , knowing the amount of distress I’d be in afterwards trying to digest even MORE food, I took two heaping tablespoons of psyllium husk right before.

This was I think the most fiber I’d had all week and within an hour my belly began to balloon with gas. I was trying desperately to release as much as I could before going over for dinner. Like literally squatting, folding myself over the arm of the couch, in the happy baby position pulling my legs up and pressing on my belly. The sound was so loud, I guess from the gas trying to escape from around the turf blocking my hole. And the whole house smelled like rotten eggs.

I wasn’t able to fit in the pants I had planned to wear so I wore a loose fitting dress to try to hide my bulging tight stomach. Even driving there, I stayed in the car for an extra ten minutes after parking to try to fart as much out as I could. I knew I couldn’t fart at dinner and the house was gonna be cramped with too many ppl.

I did end up eating a lot. Way more than I had planned. People just kept refilling my plate, wanting me to try what they had brought. I left feeling the way I used to feel when my feeder used to sit me down and force feed me even after I was full. I had to practically waddle in the door.

It felt like I was going to explode the entire time I was there. Once I got home, I went to lie on my back in my bed, lifted my legs, shifted my thong to the side and had my bare asshole exposed under the dress. And then I close my eyes and just unclenched. So much gas came rushing out. It rumbled, it wheezed, it reverberated out of my hole. I couldn’t help but to moan as I kept pushing them out. I had such a bad belly ache. I didn’t even care if I soiled my bed at this point I just needed relief. But it didn’t come.

I finally fell asleep and I guess the psyllium started working as I slept, along with the digestion of the thousands of calories I’d just consumed. I woke up around 9am to bad cramps and loud gurgles. I could barely move. I tried to fart away some of the pain but one of them came sputtering out with enough goo to slick my entire ass crack. I knew it was time.

I waddled as best I could to the bathroom, peeled off my ruined thong and planted my fat ass on the bowl just in time for a massive turd to breach my hole.

It stretched me out so wide . I cried out in pain. Once the widest part of the head past, the log began slowly snaking out. I would usually empty a days-long hole in a bucket or container so my toilet doesn’t clog but I was so desperate to go that I completely forgot. So i had to pinch off the snake, clench and flush.

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Then as soon as the water refilled the bowl, my hole reopened, forcing out more and more shit. Stop, clench, flush.

By the third unclenching of my hole, it was all just a sloppy mess. And it was too messy to control so I ended up filling the bowl with sludge.

I ended up going another 2 times that day, but yeah. It was such a relief. I for sure shit at least a few pounds. I don’t think I’ve felt that full and overstuffed since my ex-feeder made me do a 6day hold las t year 😅

[phattiepheeder]

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

[phattiepheeder]

your descriptions of how often you’re desperately rushing your fat groaning gut over to the toilet to dump out rounds of sludge is so hot

i can imagine how much better it’d be to get to listen to you struggling with your poor piggy gut as it churns out the remnants of your greedy meals, sounds probably loud enough to echo throughout a house

of course if i was there i’d already have your next meal ready and waiting for you, but you’d have to button your pants back up before you can eat.. no matter how badly your poor belly is begging to be set free, can’t forget your table manners~

It’s so bad. I shit so much since indulging in my gluttony. It seems like I ’m always full and my sticky overworked bowels never get a break from churning all that unhealthy food into greasy sludge.

Sometimes I get such a bad belly ache while my gut tries to digest a stuffing that I lie in bed in only my underwear and a towel underneath, on my side with my poor bubbling belly sprawled out. I’ll try to knead out anything I could. The release of gas is so relieving when I’m nursing a terrible belly ache.

but the more fattening and greasy my stuffing is, the sloppier and wetter my farts get and so I’m a desperate attempt to relieve myself from all the pressure I’ll just push anything out: gas, liquid or solid.

My piggy ass usually leaves the towel underneath me a heavily sputtered brown.

Idk if I’d even be able to button up pants over a swollen belly. And even if I could, as I gorge on my next meal and my belly grows harder and bigger, it’d surely pop right off

[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]

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.

[phattiepheeder]

These shorts used to fit I swear! But now only one button can close and just barely. So let’s play a game. You have the whole day to stuff me with as much food as you can, trying to break my overflowing gut out of those shorts. But not before I eat an entire bag of sugar free gummies. Your goal of the game is to bust that button right off by overfeeding me, but you have to do it BEFORE the sugarfree gummies wreak havoc in my bowels and the back of my white shorts get filled with the aftermath of all that partially digested food.

Knowing the pressure in my gut is building fast, do you think youd be able to feed me fast enough to bust open my jeans before I ruin them?