#tw: scat

[fat-hedonistic-hogs]

Toga getting incredibly worried about ochako gets hurt during patrol really bad.. Pampering making sure she's okay.. Giving her her favourite foods!.. Bringing more of those foods.. Cleaning her as she messes herself.. Realising she might have just made ochako a blobby barely breathing blob that needs constant care from nurse toga.. But hey she's safe!~ and she'll never let her get hurt ever again!~

"BWOOOOOOOOORP really I gotta go back out... the agency needs me... huff... All out of vacation days... FLRRRPOOORT, wait is that pizza stuffed chicken? Okay maybe a few more days... then I gotta go to the gym! BRRRAAAAAAP~ Work off all dis water weight..." Ochako wheezed and groaned as she alternated between room shaking farts or colossal belches sending spittle and bits of food flying past her drool covered lips. A sweat stained hospital gown was all she was wearing besides panties though now it was more like a bra that barely contained her sagging tits which rode down each side of her multi folded belly.

She wasn't a hero anymore just an obese immobile pig for Toga to feed and baby. She'd never feel hungry again or fear that she'd have to ration cash or food. The only pain she'd feel was indigestion or the occasional chest pain after straining too hard while soiling herself. Eventually denial would fail and her world would fall apart as she realizes just how big she's become but that was along ways away...

[elsweetheart]

pretty sure scat is when u like poop

oh!! gosh i thought it was that thing jazz singers do when they’re like shababdoodbabdoedbdae

[rememberwren]

Christ Wren... Well OK then. I guess you get to know me now. You and your bloody questions. Shhhhhh... I'm still shy.

There's very little kink that I have a problem with if it's written extremely well. I've been reading fanfiction for almost 25 years now. I've seen almost all of it. Scat/piss/vomit are all a bit tough to read, and extremely rare do I read it and go "oh that wasn't bad. Well done". (I'd like to explain I do not really seek out that content though lmao. My friends years ago all used to send each other wacked out crap.)

I think my biggest nope is blood or injury aka cutting. A tiny bit of minor blood play, like sprinkled on top of something else is pretty good. But major blood play/cutting/scarification. It's usually way too much for me.

But I think I agree with what you said. Zero aftercare is the hardest thing to read. I can read the kinkiest nastiest shit but if there's zero aftercare it just guts me.

If other people like that stuff. That's totally fine for them. Just not for me 😚

Sorry not sorry haha. Reading fic for this long comes with an open mind I think! Totally makes sense.

(I think shy people are absolutely precious and I don’t mean that condescendingly; I think it’s a very endearing trait, so be shy all you’d like 🩶)

[devouringfate]

(1) (2)

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Scat Warning!

“I’ll go check in Mashu’s room!” Castoria declared, running off. She was running out of options even faster than she wanted to be bolting through the halls. At this point, she didn’t even care if she incriminates herself by doing this! She had magic! She could probably find a way to avoid detection if anyone even tries to look into things!

If not for the fact another sudden movement might cause her to burst, she would have rushed, but as it was, she walked with false calmness until reaching Mashu’s room, opening the door and walking over to the bathroom to the side. She didn’t even bother with her clothes and just let them vanish through magic before sitting down and letting loose.

The first bit was so pressurized she felt as if it might break through the bottom of the toilet, her legs twitching and body shuddering as she suppressed moans of relief. It quickly turned into a fight for her life though as a sufficient amount of Mashu’s weight had been turned into pure waste, sheer shit, all of which was pushed down the length of her bowels, shifting her centers of weight and balance around.

She knew it wasn’t actually doing so, but as she felt the continued feeling of shit leaving her ass, she felt as if her entire body weight and internal organs might vanish alongside everything else. Worse yet were the small bits that hadn’t properly been broken down, leading to slightly harder parts of the whole process, forcing her to squirm around a bit before the temporary blockage was removed and she could keep going, feeling herself getting emptier and emptier.

Log after log, the sound of water eventually disappeared, replaced with a slightly squishy sound as shit collapsed under and into itself, unable to stay as one continuous exit, yet still refusing to let Castoria’s ass closed as the pile of shit outgrew the level of water, and then caved in under its own weight to provide more, building a mound of scat that slowly tried to reach up to Castoria’s ass.

It was the most relieving torture session that Castoria had ever been put through, one that took her breath away—and then made her wish she didn’t need to breathe as the smell kept building up, forcing her to use a bit of magic to deal with it and not suffocate in any way.

Strength gradually drained out of her body, almost keeping pace with the excrement, until her lower body went numb and only vague feelings informed her that it was still going on. The whole process could not have lasted more than five minutes, yet it felt exponentially longer.

It was then made even longer as she stayed seated on Mashu’s porcelain coffin, unable to move properly for a while longer, nor willing to trust that it was over until she couldn’t feel anything for a sufficiently long time.

With a hand on her stomach, feeling empty as if she truly had shat out an organ or two, Castoria gave a final bit of focus to simply clean her ass, inside and out, with magic. There was no way to reach back without staining her hand. –A slight error in judgement and depth further led her to give herself a borderline enema, clearing up even more things that otherwise might have waited a few hours at the very least.

Leaning forward and getting back on shaky feet, Castoria gave one final glance back at the pile of shit she left behind, almost entirely filling the bowl and threatening to spill out. It would just take one action to flush it all and hide as much evidence as possible, maybe even negate the possibility of Mashu’s return… But she wasn’t that cruel.

[switchhummel]

DISCONNECT || Self- Para

TIMING: Saturday 18th, sometime before lunch.

MENTIONS: @domdiegotorres , @shayevansthistle & @domloganlodge

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Scat, SA, humilliation, vomit, violence.

Kurt was on his cot, his back against the wall, knees bent tightly on his chest, with his arms holding his legs tight. It was as much as he could do to cover himself, which was ridiculous in many ways, since whenever he had to eventually sit up, or stand up to leave the cell, everyone would see him naked. As the hours went by, so much of his self-consciousness seapt over him like a tidal wave. He felt so exposed, so broken, and with nothing but the realisation that he would be seeing Diego at some point at the auction later that day, giving him the strength to ge through the next couple of hours.

He could hear Logan and Shay making small talk, also no doubt to occupy their minds. Every so often they addressed him, and he would acknowledge it with a nod of his head, even if he didn't catch much of what they were saying, but still it was nice to have company in there at least.

"Dude, look at that" he suddenly heard right beside him, on the other side of the bars, but still close enough to make him cringe. "What does the sign say? Big lips to suck cock? I can see that. Hey you!" the man practically barked, hitting the bars hard with the cane. "Get over here. Let's see just how good your lips are."

Had that been any, any other circumstance, those words would have had him drop on his knees and take whatever it was that he was been offered, but at that moment they were making his stomach turn. He must have considered that once second too long, because all the sudden he felt the slam of the cane against his arm, because he was unfortunately sitting too close to the bars. "I said get over here, or you're getting worse than that." The man was practically growling, while his partner was already pulling his pants down and his dick out.

The next however minutes passed in a daze, with Kurt trying his best to disconnect from the moment as much as he possibly could. It wasn't the first time he had to do that, since it wasn't the first time he was in a situation like that, so he knew how to do that. Only the physical part of the act echoed within him. The stretch of his lips. The scratch down his throat. His face and lips drenched with their spit and slick.

He was grabbed by the neck and hair and made to press his ass against the bars, and he was now facing both Shay and Logan, but he couldn't bare to look at them so he lowered his head and closed his eyes again, floating away as he was thrown back and forth on the bars. He tried to think of Diego, his sweetness, the way he cared about him. How his heart skipped a beat when he told him that he loved him, but in pure Kurt Hummel fashion he'd changed the subject, terrified as he was to say it back.

He was now kind of wishing he had.

Thankfully, the two men were way too horny to last too long, and not many minutes went by before he was being bathed in both cum and piss, all over his back. His whole body shuddered when he felt it, when he smelled their stench, and as soon as he was let go and pushed away, he vomited on the spot. When he recovered, he laid back on the cot and turned to the wall, and pulled himself in a fetal position, trying to stay calm.

He could hear Shay and Diego's voices, asking him how he was. He even faintly remembered one of them stroking his hair, trying to soothe him. But the cell was still spinning around him, and he closed his eyes and sighed, some tears falling down his face when the image of Diego's beautiful smile appeared before him in his mind

"Just hang on a little longer" he told himself. "It will all be over soon."

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[danafeelingsick]

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[troubled-tums]

I’m definitely sick. Poisoned myself with something, possibly slightly undercooked rice or slightly older chicken. My guts are rumbling and gurgling so aggressively that I just know I’m going to have diarrhea again. This morning I had diarrhea twice. Woke up and had to go sit down and use the toilet right away - I held my tummy and moaned as it just poured out of me. The second time round I got up to clean up, then I had to sit back down again as it was pure liquid. My tummy is so uncomfortable and upset and I don’t feel much better… it’s still rumbling in a way that it only does when it’s sick. Oh, what a bellyache 😖

[velociheroviridi]

He came back, but at what cost...

Really happy with how this one came out!

[blnova180]

The Bad Sandwiches

This story contains: multiple sick characters, with descriptive belly rumbles, scat and diarrhea!!!

Sci-fi setting: In a world where humans and robots are at war with each other, during a rare moment of armistice, two unfortunate guys end up with a bout of food poisoning. Fortunately, their commander is there to take care of them.

(FYI I'm terrible at names so...)

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On a normal, sunny afternoon, lieutenants Fleck and Hade were having lunch at the canteen, partaking in their favorite activity: talking crap about their unit's new commander, Spree.

It was ridiculous that the higher ups thought she'd make a better commander than either one of them. Spree was more book smart than street smart, and she was always coming up with new strategies and training regiments.

"She's not right in the head," Hade said, getting up from the table. "There's an efficient way to hold your blaster, and there's a hundred ways to do so inefficiently," he mimicked her in a high pitched voice.

"The old commander never cared how we shot, as long as we hit out targets," complained Fleck. "Whatever, let's got train on our own for a while, yeah?"

"Sure, man."

Throwing out their trash and leaving thier trays behind, the two made their way to holo-room 4 to start on some light training.

They'd been fighting holo-bots for about an hour, sweating and already growing a bit tired, when Fleck started noticing an uncomfortable pressure building in his stomach. Glancing at Hade, who was still going, he shrugged it off and decided to push through it. Unbeknownst to Fleck, Hade was beginning to feel something too; his insides were rather tender and were twinging in pain with the slightest movements.

They finished the round and Hade paused the session.

"I need some water," he said.

Fleck nodded, needing the break just as much. He wiped his sweaty hair out of his face, and winced as a cramp raced down his abdomen. Hade was getting a drink at the water fountain, so Fleck allowed a soft pfff to escape him, trying to ease the pressure.

Hade bent over the water fountain, really hoping the cool water would sooth his stomach. Unfortunately, bending put more pressure on his gut than he intended.

Phwaaarghhhhh. It moaned like a whale and Hade flinched. He wiped his mouth and straightened back up.

Just then, the door to holo-room 4 opened.

Fleck and Hade looked up, and Commander Spree stared back at them.

"There you are," Spree said coolly, crossing her arms. "Have you been down to the canteen yet?"

"What's it to you?" Fleck snapped. "Gonna regulate what we eat now too?"

Spree raised an eyebrow. "Control's reported a situation. Did you stop at the canteen or not?"

Fleck glared at her, his aching stomach emboldening him. "What's it matter if we did or didn't? What's the situation? Is there an attack, was there a breach?"

"More of a human error," Spree said. "Answer the question, lieutenant."

"What? So it's a matter of rank?" Fleck sneered. "We're not high enough to know what's-" he took a breath, a cramp rolling through him "-what's going on?"

Spree narrowed her eyes. She crossed the room towards him, opening her mouth to no doubt berate him, when all of a sudden, she was interrupted by a noisy fart.

As it turned out, while Fleck had been arguing with Spree, Hade was having a bit of a predicament. He'd placed his hands on his stomach, surprised to find it protruding in a tight bloat. He could feel his belly bubbling against his hands.

Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

Hade's stomach quaked warningly. He gasped and clenched his butt. But it was so no avail, his cheeks were split open with a booming, dry fart.

BRRRRRRRAAPPPPPP~

Spree and Fleck looked at him. Hade's ears turned pink from embarrassment, but he didn't have time to dwell, because he wasn't done. His next string of farts spluttered out painful and wet.

Phllllbrrrrrrrtttttttttt. Krpppppppluttttttttt. Phbraaaap-braapppp. Grrrrll. Poooot.

Hade held his stomach, his legs weak and shaky. His breath came quick and hard, his stomach aching and burning.

Spree sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "As I was saying, Control reported a situation. The tuna sandwiches served at the canteen today were expired. A few people have turned up sick at the med-bay. Did both of you eat the sandwich, or just Hade?"

Gwwwwlp. The wet, upset gurgle from Fleck's own stomach answered her question for him.

"Do you need to use the bathroom before I escort you to the med-bay?" Spree asked them.

"Yes," Hade whimpered, clutching onto the side of the water fountain for support.

"I'm fine," Fleck snarled, crossing his arms.

"Suit yourself, then."

Spree walked over to Hade, supporting him the few steps to the bathroom behind him. Hade stumbled into the first stall, desperately pulling his belt loose and dropping his pants.

The moment his butt touched the porcelain bowl, a wet fart exploded from him, carrying a stream of liquid diarrhea out with it. Hade whimpered, tears pricking in his eyes. His gut was so tight and tender he couldn't do more than let spurts of mushy poo shot out from his sore butthole. Except something was getting stuck, and he needed to push, but he was in too much pain.

Gasping, and choking on a sob, he tried rubbing his belly to move things along; but he couldn't even fart anymore.

He heard a sigh, and Spree was in front of him, roughly feeling his forehead. Hade gasped for air. His breathing suddenly eased out when a new hand gently ran up and down his stomach.

Grrwwwwullllll. His tummy yawned thankfully, and his lower belly unclenched what it'd been holding back. A log pocked out of his hole, slowly working its way out with a mix of dry and wet prrts.

Outside the bathroom, Fleck stood massaging his abdomen. Alone, he let his face turn red, twisting in discomfort as he forced out little chirping farts. His churning stomach wasn't feeling any better. He thought releasing some gas would make the building pressure ease up some, though so far, it did not good.

Fleck felt bad for Hade, who'd thoroughly embarrassed himself in front of their straight-laced commander, and was sorry he was so sick. Fleck didn't think he needed to take a dump that desperately, yet, but the noises from the bathroom were starting to make his own stomach burble sympathetically.

A cramp stabbed his bellybutton, and he opened his cheeks to let out another fart.

KSHHHprrrrrrrrrtt-toot~

Only, what he'd expected to be another dry peep, came out instead as a sickly shart.

Fleck broke into a cold sweat. He made a b-line for the bathroom, holding onto his bottom like his life depended on it.

Inside, Hade, who's own pain was easing up as his log inched it's way out, saw a flash of Fleck as he raced to the next stall. Bubbly farts followed him, along with a string of breathless curses.

Fart after fart rocketed out of him, his belly crying for sweet relief. Making it into the stall, his fingers trembled on his belt buckled as he fumbled to unclasp it.

Braap. Braap. BRRRAAAP.

He kept farting consecutively until finally, finally Fleck managed to drop his pants and collapse onto the waiting toilet. He farted. And farted. But nothing but a few little mushy sharts came out.

Fleck tried pushing on his taught, bloated stomach. His guts boiled with fury at his harsh treatment.

PSHHHHHHPRRTTTTBRRRRRRR.

His booming fart echoed in the toilet bowl.

In the next stall, Hade winced sympathetically, listening to his friend's persistent farting. His log tapered off and he let out a sigh of relief. His poor gut was still hurting, but he was done pooping for the moment.

Spree handed him a wad of toilet paper.

"Thanks," Hade mumbled weakly. "I think I'll be all right to go to the med-bay after, y'know..."

He nodded towards Fleck's stall, where he'd started panting and grunting in an attempt to move things along.

"He's gonna be here all day at this rate," Spree said, shaking her head before walking out of Hade's stall and into the next.

Fleck glared at her when she took a step towards him, and she raised her hands in surrender, leaning against the stall's frame. Fleck's pants pooled around his ankles, the skid mark on the inside of his underwear visible.

A cramp rolled like thunder through him, and he bent over to fart again.

PshhhBRRRRRRTTTTT~

It started as a hiss, quickly becoming another boom. Fleck's face turned red as he strained, bending forwards, hugging his knees. His belly couldn't take being squished so hard.

The head of log snaked out of him. Fleck pushed. And a short log slid out into the bowl. He panted with relief, leaning back. He almost wanted to laugh at how over dramatic his body had been acting. After all that effort, the only thing he'd expelled was-

Another sharp cramp pierced his bellybutton; like an extra long, hot needle.

And in an instant, his cheeks were parting. Fleck held his breath. It felt like lava running out of his bottom. Clumpy and slushy, burning his butthole on the way out.

Over the sound of his diarrhea, he could hear Spree saying something to Hade. He heard her leave, foot steps fading. For a few minutes, Fleck held back tears, resigning himself to his twisting guts.

Kshhhrrrt~ Bllllrrrrrp ~ Phhhwwwwggggg. The chunky streams continued.

Then, all of a sudden, Fleck registered a hand combing through his hair. Exhausted, he fell forward, and an arm was holding him, the hand moving down to rub circles along his back. His stomach burbled and he whimpered.

Spree readjusted him and knelt down. Softly, she rubbed his sore, fussy tummy, until the last of his bout trickled to a stop.

She stood back up, offering him something. Fleck looked up to find Spree was handing him a pack of wet wipes. Embarrassed, he took them from her, thankful she left the stall while he cleaned himself.

A bit gingerly, Fleck put his pants back on. He joined the others in front of the sink and washed his hands.

Spree walked them down to the med-bay, keeping watch while the nurse asked about their symptoms and pain. Hade's stomach was achy and Fleck's still a bit bubbly, but it seemed the worst of it was over.

Their unit commander rejoined them when the nurse let them lay down. Spree cleared her throat.

"You've got the next two days off, but I expect to see you both bright and early Friday morning. Is that clear?"

"Aye..." Fleck and Hade saluted her weakly.

"Good. As you were, lieutenants."

Spree left the med-bay and Hade turned to Fleck.

"Never met such hard-ass Commander in my life."

"Don't think you will again, in this life or the next."

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Yeah, okay, so I got supper excited to write my first post and might've put all my favorite tropes together. Anyway, my first post!

[fat-hedonistic-hogs]

Future Android 18 being confused when her own body gets hit with the contingencies.

Bulma found some of Geros work but may have picked the wrong signal. Instead of activating the bomb she evacuated the bowels.

[Warning like really gross]

"We'll see who's laughing now... I've spent months reverse engineering this kill switch! I'll see you in hell you damn blubbery tyrant!" Bulma cursed struggling to keep her mind and hand steady as she held a detonator in her hands. Without a second thought she'd push the button and carefully watch from her concealed hiding place amongst the ruined rubble of the trashed city waiting for the Android menace to expire. "Any second now..." Bulma though her mind filled with visions of all those they had lost up till now.

"BWOOOOOOOOORP! Fuck me these burgers are even better. I don't know what 17 was worried about, keeping humans alive to make food was the best idea I ever had." The futuristic and sadistic version of 18 belched as she sat atop a creaking and bending bench gorging herself on food she had collected from the various surviving settlements the androids hadn't torched in their path of destruction.

"I bet the pizza is ever better!" 18 snorted and huffed wiping away a smear of ketchup from her lips with a flabby arm before shoving her greasy pudgy sausage fingers down towards a pizza rolling the entire thing up like a burrito and swallowing it in one gulp.

"It... it didn't work?" Bulma though fearful she had made a mistake but a sudden change in the androids expression almost made her give up her position.

"Hhrk... Hnnng! Wha- whatsh happenin'?" 18 groaned and grunted as she clenched her chest and belly doubling over in her seat as sweat began to drip down from her forehead in thick greasy beads. Bulma knew it had to be the bomb! She'd get to watch the murderer suffer for everything she had done! Or so she thought... 18 didn't explode instead an ominously gurgling began to grow louder as she panted and wheezed. The blonde menace looked to be in pain as her face scrunched up and she leaned to the side hefting her elephant sized ass cheek off the bench and letting out an explosive

"BRAAAAAAAAPPPPP BLOOOOOOORT!!!!!"

Like a cannon going off the androids stomach unleashed an explosive burst of flatulence with her sweat stained jeans rumbling as her gas soiled the already ruined fabric and flooded the surrounding area with a rancid, rotten and brown tinted smog that almost made Bulma faint from the sheer horridness of the smell.

"Shit... whew... that was FOUL! I feel like I've been holding that in all day. Ah who am I kidding I've been full of it since I ate those deep fried dino tails." The crass and vulgar android joked unaware of the distraught scientist In hiding just aways away from her.

"But... I had to work... I-I did everything I could..." Bulma said muttering to herself almost crying as she looked down at the remote in disappointment in herself and her work. "I failed..." she said tears now freely running down her cheeks.

"Once I finish up this pile I bet those bakers down in south town have had long enough to make me another wedding cake, if not I might just blow them up... or their toilet whichever one comes first." Future 18 grunted letting out one last burst of gas before getting up and digging her fingers into the back of her jeans to pull the stained fabric up and over her exposed sweaty ass. Standing up however wad definitely a mistake as her stomach dropped and the androids face paled. Something inside her was jostled loose by her sudden movement and she didn't like where it was going.

"Oh shit..." is all the Android got out before the flood gates opened and the fail safe Bulma had unintentionally triggered kicked in.

"BLOOOOOOOOORT!"

18's bowels gave way and her jeans already ruined by her humid body began to bulge and sag as she emptied the contents of her gut Into her pants stretching the material out and sagging to the ground in a rancid beanbag sized boulder of filth. Her pudgy cheeks turned scarlet as she voided her bowels emptying everything she had consumed and digested in her cauldron of a gut in a matter of moments. This was the straw that broke the camels back and bulma couldn't keep it together anymore. It was a mixture of anger, sadness, disgust all at once and despite a breath sadistic grin at ruining the Android and humiliating the world's torment she quickly passed out when another explosive fart left 18's rear overwhelming her senses and singing her nose with the burning overwhelming smell.

With the last of mess sputtering out into her pants the Android stood in shock at what she had done. 18 sat in silence for what felt like an eternity before lifting a pudgy finger into the air and blasting the mound of half eaten food with a ki blast before flying off leaving a thick scent trail behind her and carrying her swaying sagging britches along with her. She left without a word...

[xumerg]

Yeah yeah yeah, you've all heard the spiel before. I'm on a medication that can make my tummy very sick, especially if I accident forget to take it, and then take my usual dosage a day late :( my insides don't feel gooddddd

I went to bed at 4am because I was out raving :P and I realised I'd forgotten my meds so I took em and went to bed. I woke up 7am with the desperate urge to go. I could feel all the waste that my meds had stirred up straining against the exit 😵‍💫

Ran to the bathroom immediately, barely made it to the toilet so I just decided to take advantage of the situation and get comfortable, so I sat on my shower floor 🙃

I couldn't stop groaning and holding my poor sick tummy as it twisted and churned, bubbling up hot waste that was begging to be released. After a few loud gurgles I felt my body expel a landslide of waste. The sensation was so overwhelming that I couldnt help but moan as it all escaped my aching hole. Hot, thick, liquid continued to spill out of me and into the drain but the ick in my sickly tummy did not subside. I groaned in desperation, my abdomen cramped in pain and as my bowels continued to empty, my stomach easing and deflating a little each time. Even though I was getting some progress, I still knew it was gonna be a long night in the shower ahead of me, until I could get all of this out. 🥴

[rememberwren]

Scat. Just…just no. Y’all do what you want in your own homes but leave me out of that

Fair, I believe this is a common hard limit.

[pmak2002]

There was something peaceful about laying on the bathroom floor with your sickly husband asleep on top of you.

He had a terrible stomach bug that had been keeping him up all night. You enjoyed the quiet that had finally settled in your small bathroom.

You laid awake as you played with Timothee’s sweaty curls.

You were grateful that he was finally able to get some rest. He had been miserable all day and now he was up during the night too.

You peppered kisses on his head and hummed to yourself. You could hear the sounds of NYC outside the window of the apartment building.

Timothee’s stomach gurgled uncomfortably as he laid ontop of you. Only wearing tank top and shorts as he was sweating buckets.

You rub his back and coax out a few burps and farts from him. His normally slim body was bloated from gas and it made him miserable and uncomfortable. Despite the bed made from multiple blankets and pillows on the floor next to you.

Timothee had rolled over to lay on you instead. He only wanted to be held while he slept. So you were stuck until his body decided it needed to purge itself. Thankfully he had been asleep for a while and you hoped it stayed that way.

You don't know how long you are out for. But when you wake up Timothee has gotten up groaning in pain clutching his stomach. He looks at you eyes glassy and tired.

His stomach making horrifically loud noises that sound like they really hurt.

timothee groans and rushes over to the toilet to have bad diarrhea, his shorts around his ankles and his whole body shakes from the effort of expelling watery waste.

You frown and go to kneel next to the toilet where Timothee removes his hand from his stomach to grab yours and place it where it hurts the most. You immediately begin to rub and gently massage his bloated belly.

“Hurting!” Timothee groans with each cramp.

“I know lovey I’m sorry.” You say. You gently massage his bloated stomach until he feels empty and has nothing left to expel out his backside.

You help him clean up and flush away his mess. Then help him return to the pile of pillows and blankets on the floor.

As soon as you sit down though he's on your lap whimpering and shaking. You frown as he's clearly becoming delirious from the high fever.

“Shh it’s alright you’re ok I’ve got you.” You say gently as you hold him in your arms. He buries his face in your neck.

Work had been a lot and he was so exhausted and in a way it was good that his body was forcing him to rest.

Of course he was absolutely miserable and in pain. That sucked but he needed all the rest he could get and now that he was sick. He could rest.

Timothee whines and nuzzles you.

You hold him tight and kiss his head. his stomach gurgling and bubbling as he sits on your lap. You use your other hand to gently massage his stomach.

You sit like this for a while holding him and trying to help him relax despite the pain in his belly. soon hes nauseous and leaning over the toiket burping up whatever is left in his stomach which isn't much of anything.

He whimpers and coughs as he spits into the toilet. You rub his back and stomach trying to help him find any relief from the aches in his gut.

"Why does it still hurt when I have nothing left?" He cries.

“I wish I knew.” You reply. You grab toilet paper to wipe his mouth. After tossing out the tissue you go and lay down on the floor with the blankets and pillows that were supposed to be for Timothee. He lays down on you like earlier and you wrap your arms around him and kiss his head.

“Time to sleep mon armor.” You say.

He yawns and you grab a blanket to pull over the both of you.

He sighs heavily and his entire body seems to finally relax and he falls asleep on you once again. You play with his hair until you fall asleep too.

[steddieomo]

I’m such a slut for lazy pants pooping 😵‍💫

Imagine Eddie laying on his couch, Watching tv and drinking a beer. He’s had to shit all day, just doesn’t wanna get up and go. His farts have been getting shorter and grosser, and once he feels himself start to turtlehead, he just spreads his legs a bit and pushes it out. He hears it crackling out and cups his hand on his ass to feel the growing bulge. When he’s finished he just sits in his mess and keeps watching tv.

[troubled-tums]

Oh, what a bellyache. This is part two of the previous video. Definitely need to eat more healthily - whatever I had bloated me up so badly I felt pregnant. My tummy was upset and I had a couple rounds of diarrhea in the end 😔 do message me if you want to comment on my poorly tummy.

[asteddiemess]

cw: intentional wetting/ messing

Steve getting used to being incredibly lazy as a result of his parents being away so often when he was growing up.

Including being lazy over going to the bathroom at home, as long as he could clean up so there wasn't any evidence, he never cared about having 'little accidents' around the house after he waited too long. Once he was leaking or turtleheading he would finally make his way to the bathroom just so he wouldn't have too much mess to clean up. He often wouldn't bother changing after a little accident, knowing that it was likely to happen again. He would much prefer staying in pants that had a wet patch near the crotch or skid marks or a small amount of poop in the seat than having to do the extra laundry of changing each time.

And it also happened at night, he kept a waterproof cover on his bed so he wouldn't have to worry about the mattress, if he woke up in the night needing the bathroom, he would just relax and go where he laid. Then he would just turn over to fall back asleep.

He always avoided it happening when he had other people around, knowing they would find it weird. The level of laziness was a private thing, just for him.

It was getting high with Eddie that changed it. They'd been smoking for a while, and Steve was more than a little high. Steve invited Eddie to stay the night, offering to let him share his bed.

His sleepy high mind made him forget that. Steve woke up after a few hours, and needed to go. Forgetting that Eddie was there, he just went. He relaxed his bladder and pee flooded his pants and the sheets, then turned onto his side so he could push out the poop that was making his stomach cramp.

Once he was done, he turned over, causing the mess sitting in the seat of his pants to squish and spread over his ass, and went back to sleep.

Eddie was the first to wake up, and noticed the state of the sheets and Steve's pants. He tried to be discrete as he woke Steve, assuring him that it was okay, that he knew it was just an accident.

Steve was mortified that he'd done it with someone else sharing his bed, and went along with it being an accident caused by him getting too high. Not wanting to admit it was something he did intentionally.