I'm a 24 year old woman who has a thing for messing and farts.
I write adult fetish fiction. You can find all of my quick writes on this blog and my full stories can be found on Archive Of Our Own under the same username.
I'm a lesbian so most of my works are about sapphic relationships or just one woman.
I started writing these stories because I was disappointed in the selection of messing/scat/fart fiction that I've found on other sites.
What to expect on this blog: My short stories about EFRO, wetting, pants pooping, and farting. Reblogs following those same themes.
To each their own, but the following content will NOT APPEAR on this blog: Underage, non-con, feederism, weight gain, A.I. generated
So, Thisvid has permently removed any form of sc@t content for public viewing and, to my knowledge, limited access to members of the site. Which they haven't accepted new accounts to in a long time and personally I would not feel comfortable signing up anyway. The site is host to some extremely questionable videos. I'm not here to debate the morality of using the site, trust me i've fought myself on it for a long time.
I had a few thoughts on this and thought I could get them out here. This community on tumblr, many of us shy, myself included, is important to me. I'm speaking from my own experience here but i'm sure a lot of you can relate that I don't have any other outlets for this part of me. And it has been so isolating over the years.
These videos getting removed feels awful. It's hard to push past the feeling of "the world thinks you're a freak." Yes, what I'm into is gross. I'll be the first to say it. It's obscene, it's nasty, it's repulsive, it is downright unholy. But that can also be said about a laundry list of kinks and fetishes on the website that will be unaffected by this change.
I guess what makes me the most irritated when it comes to this subject is the fact that this niche kink is one of the taboos that doesn't cause any sort of harm to another person and yet it is treated as one of the worst among society. I'm not asking everyone to start being chill with all the weird shit but I mean, fuck, if we're not even accepted on one the most abhorrent kink sites online then where the hell else are supposed to go? It would be nice to know our corner of the internet is safe instead of constantly having to uproot.
So thats it. That's the rant. All that being said, I know it's not Thisvid that is making this choice, I can't go into detail because I'm not certain as to why they are being forced into this decision.
One last thing, I extend my condolences to the emeto community, I've seen that their videos are also being affected.
Y'know what I need more of, lap poops. I need more people pooping on someone's lap, so desprate that your the only toilet they have to use. I never see content of this but i need it!
A fictional story of a messing accident in first person.
CW: desperation, loss of control, public embarrassment, messing, scat, bodily functions
I was standing there, leaning against Linnéa's car. It had broken down, and we were waiting for her cousin, a guy I had never met, to come pick us up.
The view of the farmlands around us would have been pretty great if I was able to pay attention. I really wasn't.
My gut was screaming at me. I needed to shit so damn badly. I was genuinely considering just stepping out to the side of the road, pulling down my pants and squatting there... But no. Cars were passing all the time, and I still hoped we could get home in time. It would be less than a 10-minute drive from where we were until I was home.
And I'd be lying if I said the idea wasn't turning me on, in some abstract way. Just as it was incredibly embarrassing and disturbing, I couldn't help but notice how my panties, at this point, were quite slick, and stuck to me in a way that was more than a little bit distracting.
As I said, I was leaning against her car, a black Audi of some kind from the early 00s. I don't know about cars, but it was a comfy one. The way I was leaning wasn't a cool, suave kind, looking like a cowboy—or more likely a prostitute. No, I had my face buried in my arms out of shame, as they were resting on the roof. My legs were pressed tight enough together that I thought I would grind up the cloth, or set it on fire or something.
Most of the time it was okay. I mean, I still needed to poop badly, but most of the time it was just a distraction. The cramps, however... They were a different matter. Every now and then, every minute maybe—or perhaps every ten seconds, I was too desperate to keep good time—a new cramp would twist my stomach, and the pressure against the inside of my asshole would magnify. All I could do during the cramps was to stand up straight, press my ass cheeks together and pray that I was strong enough. I had been so far.
Linnéa could tell how desperate I was, and I think it made her uncomfortable. She said her cousin would be here any moment. I wasn't listening. A new cramp had struck, and to my horror, I felt my sphincter begin to give way. I felt the shit force its way out.
I squeezed for all I was worth with my butt cheeks and through that heroic effort, I managed to force the turtle head back in, and I held on for the rest of the cramp. I stood there, panting, as the realization hit that my sphincter was exhausted. I didn't think I would be able to handle the—
Oh god, the next cramp was coming already. I felt the pressure build against my asshole again, and just like a few moments ago, I felt the hole begin to dilate. I whimpered—whined really—as I felt the log force its way past my pressed butt cheeks. Hot, sticky, and inevitable.
I can't believe that even at that point, I was deluding myself that I wasn't shitting my pants, but when I felt the strange sensations of my panties tugging at me, as they were being stretched out from within, then I knew, then I had to admit to myself; I was pooping my pants in front of my best friend.
Just as I had thought that, the log cut off, and placed itself snugly in my panties, just between my butt cheeks, but my body wasn't done. A second log followed immediately on the first, going smoother now that the first one had cleared the way.
I gave up at that point and just let it happen. And god damn it, the relief was nice. The shit filled the seat of my pants like some kind of mudslide, but I was beyond caring; all I could think about now was how I no longer needed to hold it.
Eventually, probably less than a minute later, it stopped, not because I was done pooping, but because my trousers were so full that there was no more space for waste in them. That's when I gave out the first sob, because I just heard Linnéa cheerfully say, "Oh, there's his car!"
someone who farts openly and without shame/only mild embarrassment but they’re like polite about it. i can’t be the only one who’s into that. they let one out and say “excuse me” but it’s not even in a cocky way, it’s like it’s just nothing. or, again, maybe just mild embarrassment, but not enough to keep them from doing it. they rip one and they get just a tiny red in the face and they’re like “god, sorry, i had a big lunch and my stomach kinda hurts, it’s gonna be like this for a while”. not cocky, not humiliated, just like.. somewhat apologetic.
i feel like as a community theres always only talk about obnoxious, cocky farters or super embarrassed subby ones but there’s a whole world of fart related mannerisms guys…. open your hearts and minds and souls and legs……..
i feel like i rarely see this so i gotta make it exist:
fart fetish humiliation but the humilation comes from someone else (usually someone with higher status than you, popular mean girl, a teacher/boss, a royal etc…) keeps farting and doesn’t want to embarrass themselves so instead they keep blaming you and humiliating you. So now you’re taking the fall for their gross bodily functions but they just can’t hold it in and they have to keep up their status so you’re just gonna have to take the fall for them
I liked this so much I just HAD to write something, it's just a quick little fic but I hope you like it!
Words: 1,150
(Written from the perspective of a gender neutral character)
I don't know what inspired me to join the Cheer Squad this year. I never did anything related to sports throughout highschool, I always focused way more on my grades, but now that I've made it to college and all the hardwork paid off I realized I have a lot of freetime. Freshman year was so boring, I hardly met anyone who I could relate to, let alone develop any sort of connection with.
It's a long shot but I was hoping by branching out of my comfort zone I might have better luck finding friends. By sheer dumb luck I aced the tryouts over the summer and was welcome with open arms.
One person that stuck out was Cody, he was super friendly during the trainings and is probably the reason I secured a spot on the team, I'm not the most athletic and it definitely showed, I think he just liked my energy.
I was so excited when I got a text this morning inviting me to their 'special lunch'. It's nothing crazy, just normal cliquey shit. The closest members of the squad all hang out together and I guess I was deemed cool enough to secure a spot at the courtyard table today.
I shielded my eyes from the sun, squinting as I strolled up to the table where everyone had already gathered. My vision cleared as I took a seat under the umbrella and got a good look at everyone around. I couldn't remember a lot of names but I could for sure pin point the two girls sitting next to me. Melissa and Amy.
I'm not one for drama, but those girls were some the most disrespectful and catty people I had ever met. I heard them gossiping every chance they got at every training. I despised having to dance for them, but surprisingly they liked my routine enough because here I am, sat next to her with a lovely view of her ass right next to my face, propped up on the grated table.
I don't notice I'm staring when I hear Cody call my name.
"Cameron! So glad you came." His bright smile greets me as he shakes his hair out of his face and pulls it up into a bun.
"Of course," I smile back, "Thanks for inviting me..." I trail off towards the last half of my sentence when I notice the thin girl next to him has roped him into a conversation, touching his arm and squeezing at the most intense parts of her story.
Everyone already started eating so I open up my deli sandwich and take the first bite.
It's a bit rough at first but I eventually get the hang of how their table-talks go. Everyone seems to have their own private conversations and then occasionally they play a game of telephone if someone gets a particularly juicy piece of gossip. I noticed that Melissa, the girl sat on top of the table, keeps leaning over me to tell her piece instead of sending it through me, like I'm not trustworthy enough.
I decide not to take it personally, and I don't really mind. The view I got when she leaned in to the guys' ear next to me was more than fine. Her low cut top hung even lower as she brought her hand up to meet her mouth, as if that would stop me from hearing her news. Lucky for her, I'm not very interested anyhow.
This time she leaned over though, there was a noise that accompanied the lift of her buttcheeks leaving the table.
Oh my god did she just fart?
Her eyes widen but only slightly, it was subtle enough to where I'm sure I'm the only one that knows. The sound and her cute little expression.
She gives me a quick glance before spilling her 'hot goss' into the guy next to me. When she returns back to her position she makes sure to shoot me another glance, this one a little meaner. Without any words I think I understand what she's putting down.
Tell my friends that I just farted and you're done.
It would have been easy to move on from that if she didn't let another one loose right in my face.
I couldn't help but admire how subtly she pulled it off, she was mid-conversation with Amy while she did it, her body language didn't give her away in the slightest. It seemed to just fall out of her and slip through the grates of the table. I'd be lying if I said I'm not impressed.
Once again, it's on the quieter side but there's no mistaking what it is this time as the sharp smell attacks my nose.
As if she knows i'm about to gag, she slowly turns her face toward me and gives me another look, this one a little more desperate looking.
Her hair covers her face from the others as she mouths 'I'm so sorry.' Just as she's apologizing, I hear another one blast in my direction. Her face scruches a little, looking as though she's trying to stop it but failing. That same pungent smell hits my face and envelops my lunch on the table.
Everyone's too busy to notice, but there was no hiding that last one from her friend, inches away.
Amy leans in to Melissa and whispers, "Girl stop it stinks..."
She whisper shouts back, "Oh my god what? I heard that too, It's Cameron."
"Oh..." Amy shoots me a quick disgusted look and I pretend not to notice.
I sigh internally, is it worth it to fight back on this? Can I earn some golden stars with Melissa if I take the fall for her? Could I deal with the embarrassment?
I allow myself to gaze at her shorts perfectly squeezing around her bubble butt and decide in that moment I'd let her do anything to me.
Then from her shorts escapes a sound similar to a sheet of paper being ripped. And it goes on for far too long to go unnoticed.
The whole table looks in our direction, all conversations have been thrown to the wall in lew of this shocking noise.
"Girl." Amy croaks out.
Without hesitation she clearly announces to the table, "That was Cameron!"
Everyone's eyes turn to me but I meet Melissa's first. I can't even be mad at the horrendous odor passing through my lungs as she stares down at me. Her gorgeous brown eyes are expressing such desperation I'd feel like a villain to deny her wants.
I awkardly shrug it off, "I think I was heavy handed on the protein powder this morning."
Some of the guys chuckle amongst themselves as the girls confusedly return to their chats.
Melissa bites her lip and mouths a 'thank you.'
I give her a wink as she whips back around, leaving me with that oh so lovely view.
what's a scenario you've always wanted to try pooping yourself in?
I’ve always wanted to poop myself while getting fucked… like riding a cock (real or rubber 😇) with my panties just pulled to the side and suddenly I feel the urge to take a dump. I’d tell the person I’m fucking that I needed to poop and they’d say “this feels too good, just use your panties” and I’d start to push but they’d take control so I can focus on just making a mess in my underwear… I’d push and push and push, making my pussy squeeze at the same time, when suddenly I feel my load start to poke out and make a tent in the back of my panties. I’d reach behind me and feel my dookie as it slides out of me, filling my panties and stinking up the room 🥵 it would feel so good to let out my dump while my pussy is full of cock that I would cum as the last bit of shit tumbles out of me and makes the back of my panties sag to the point of almost touching the person underneath me. Then I’d piss on top of them without warning and say “oops” like a sweet little girl who didn’t know any better. 😇💖
She's eating me out, her head is fully in between my thighs, giving me immense pleasure, her ass is up in the air, naked and bare. She pauses her tongue for a moment and I see her brows furrow. A loud gust of wind escapes her asshole as she excitedly continues her work, knowing how much I love her sounds ~
there is quite literally nothing better than laying in bed at 2am after a long day, and just ripping the loudest, most gut-clearing ass imaginable, the feeling (and smell) is fucking immaculate 😩
