Ignore anything grammatical, this was written rushed
Sum: Alice finds herself in a gym with no bathroom, the changing rooms might be her only hope to salvage some dignity as the inevitable happens.
Like a 3min read
"No no no please not again" Alice whispered harshly, swallowing the urgency she felt brewing below. 'it's a public gym for fucks sake-how can both bathrooms be out of order-', she thought, becoming frantic at this point, and damming the gym owners for the constant renovations, the closet bathroom to Alice was across the street but from the way her bowels were sounding, she wouldn't make it to the sidewalk.
"Ok it's ok, just hold it in" she repeated thorough thinning breaths, the only other place.... Was a mere few meters away only it's possibly the last place she was prepared for. 'not the changing rooms again' she thought already knowing she had no other option.
There were 2 other women in the changing rooms, one tall older woman fishing through her locker, the other was about Alice's age, rubbing deep heat on her leg against one of the benches, they both looked up as she walked in 'make it more awkward why don't you' she muttered to herself. The only hope was one of the shower cubicles, only covered by a shower curtain, a thin one at that.
Anna waddled over trying her best to keep a normal stance all while clenching her cheeks with all her might. She stepped into the cubicle knowing fullywell the other ladies noticed she had no towel, and entered fully clothed. But she couldn't focus on that right now- the moment the had the cool fabric curtain pulled behind her both hands grasped her cheeks, holding them together. Could she be discreet? Was there time to pull everything down and go on the ground?, a wave of pressure hit her suddenly and she gasped. At this rate there isn't time to turn the shower to cover any sounds either. Alice could feel her cheeks burning, this would be the last time she leaves home without using the bathroom.
She began to lose grip on her cheeks, they were spreading instinctually for what was suddenly emerging from her hole, 'maybe I can at least pull my pants down' she thought, making the fatal mistake of taking her hands off her cheeks, even for a moment that was all it took.
A long, thick brown poo parted her cheeks, instantly meeting her thin white panties. A loud bubbly fart accompanied the mess, it piled out, turning from a firm well shaped load into a soft snakelike mess, and the sound it made was enough for Alice to wish she never left home, the bubbly wet mess filled the expanse of her panties and was quickly expanding for more room, reaching the seams of the formally white fabric, sudden spurts of soft poop made their way out, plummeting to the bottoms of her track pants and down her thighs.
It came to a sloppy finish and Alice could barely acknowledge the obvious bulge in her behind before a trickle of piss began to flow down between her legs, in her desperation to poop, she didn't realize how badly she needed to pee. Her once pale grey track pants were now decorated with a translucent brown emerging rather suddenly with the odor that seemed to spill out in waves, the previously pale soft pants were now streaked with dark grey along her front and down her legs. There was no way out of this. Dump it and run? Beg someone for a jumper or towel to cover up? There just wasn't time. Once her steady stream had stopped, managing to drench the front of her pants, Alice made a rash, embarrassment fuled decision. She had to get out of here.
Flicking the curtain open, she stepped out, feeling the bulk of her poop jiggle and slosh in her panties. Ignoring it all she walked out, the older lady was closing her locker, but stopped completely to stare at Alice in disbelief. The younger girl was gone. Thank God. And Alice could begin to see her exit. She would make a dash for her car, drive away and never return.
Imagine, I walk up to you, expose my white cotton panties and let out a huge 💨 . You then start to see a bulge forming at the seat of my panties and pee trickle down my thighs. I let out a soft grunt and a huge load starts push through the lining causing the panty to stretch. What do you do?
Can we talk about poop holding and casually letting it come out, Cuz uhh it's so hot
Like when you really need to go and it's getting to the point where you are clenching and every step you can almost feel your hole opening, so you slowly let go but you act like nothings happening...
sitting on a couch and feeling it instantly shoot out and expand over your tight pants or standing up while it falls out parting your ass cheeks cuz it's so urgent and surely it makes a mess while it piles up in your panties, or even bending over, like wearing some loose panties and bending down to tie your shoes as it blasts out and absolutely fills the fabric n squishes at you stand back up 🤤
Woo! Finally got SOMETHING edited! It’s a short one and I don’t have my new mic so again. having to deal with fucked up lines is a pain but here we go!
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Premise: You arrive at a beautiful mansion for a full time job taking care of the owner’s daughter. You hadn’t been given that many details, other than a map of the establishment, and that you should go see the daughter for further instructions. You unlock the door and, adhering to the instructions, make your way to the young lady’s room.
What you didn’t expect was who you would have to look after….
A girl with a belly of a beast, sat on a very large chair to accommodate her stomach. The chair itself seemed to have a very large compartment area underneath, which you will find out quickly what it’s for - that is, if the pungent smell of sewage didn’t give you a hint… She looked at you with boredom, probably because you were not the first who has grabbed at the chance of such a high paying job. The ones before you did the same, only to run at the sight of what that job entails.
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BASICALLY: You gotta look after an entitled, bloated young woman who can’t even be bothered to move to take a dump.
Last night I was on my way home from work (around 2am) and I thought I could make it home in time, I knew I was gonna have diarrhea. I got about 10 minutes from home and I was shaking and sweating, I knew I couldn’t make it, so I grabbed a grocery bag and put it under me and filled my panties full, I was so embarrassed I started crying as I felt it smoosh all over my ass and pussy, the whole feeling got me so turned on I started rubbing my clit go calm me down and I came right there in the middle of the road
Oh my! Did you by any chance post this? I've read it before; still incredibly sexy reguardless! God what a dream that'd be
One morning, a generous class representative bakes a batch of homemade cookies for her class, even sharing them with a large majority of the student body. The catch: The treats are laced with laxatives, and made with a different kind of love. As it turns out, our model student is secretly a sadistic pervert with a love for scat, who would go to such extreme lengths to satisfy her voyeuristic tendencies. As the school day unfolds, we see her plan come more and more into fruition, until all hell ultimately breaks loose.
Now this sure is one hell of a senior prank, especially one to pull on her all-girls school. Boy, and you thought cleaning diarrhea off a basketball court was bad. No number of Taco Tuesdays or flu outbreaks could have prepared the janitors for this. You reckon they’d need hazmat suits?
Download link - I also cut it up into three acts if you’d like. Enjoy!
https://mega.nz/#F!z1UxmIbI!wzXIWMmB1_w44Gguv-dLng
Press ‘f’ to pay respects to the class’ teacher for putting up with their ‘mess’. And let’s be real, there’s no way Miss Class Prez is not getting found out about this.
One of my lengthiest yet, and maybe the most fun to make.
I’ve been fantasizing a lot lately about a wrestler shitting himself while in a spladle.
He’s an accomplished college athlete and very smug about it. Maybe he thinks he’s so good he doesn’t have to worry about his diet and can indulge the week before a match. Pizza, wings, and beer with the boys. McDonalds and the Chipotle near campus. Each day he eats one massive questionable meal after another. No sweat he thinks. It’s still no big deal when he starts failing to take his typical afternoon shits. He fruitlessly sits on the toilet and absentmindedly kneads his bloated gut while he checks the latest sports highlights on his phone. He’s just a little backed up, so what?
He enters the gym with his poor, bloated stomach stretching out his singlet. There’s no way to hide the fact that he looks pregnant. When his match begins he quickly realizes the kind of trouble he’s in. Finagle’s law (anything that can go wrong, will—at the worst possible moment) is a bitch. Days’ worth of shit wants out, and it wants out now.
I'm in,, such a mood lately for huuuge dumps 😳 like 'how did that even come out of them' dumps, 'that's gonna clog the toilet' dumps, 'just dropped ten pounds' dumps, 'stomach visibly flatter' dumps 😰 y'all should ummm,,, send your thoughts about it 😵💫
Hey love, I know it’s been a while since I sent in an ask, but I have to share what happened to me yesterday afternoon. On our lunch break yesterday, my friend offered me a fiber bar that I had never had before, she said she didn’t want it because it made her feel sick. I took it thinking nothing to bad could happen. ( a mistake because my stomach is so sensitive) I felt fine through the rest of the work day and thought I was out of the woods
When I got home last night, my stomach started feeling really bloated and rumbely. My normally toned stomach looked nearly pregnant. I thought I just needed a few farts so I let them out. It was more than a few ;) they kept getting longer and wetter, without much relief , but I felt confident that it wouldn’t leave more than a small stain behind. Suddenly I felt a release of pressure and I let a MASSIVE solid load out into my pants >.<
I rushed to the toilet and dumped the mess out of my undies into the toilet, (in the process, I couldn’t hold in what was still coming out and ended up squirting diarrhea onto my bathroom tiles TwT) I planted myself on the toilet, letting out shit in every form of matter possible ( from rock hard logs, to barely there mist) for the next half hour. By the time I could shakily pull myself off the seat and move to my bed, I was feeling so much better and about 10 pounds lighter.
Next time I think I’ll trust my friends when they warn me about food TwT
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Hello, love! I'm sorry this has been sitting in my inbox for so long, but that sounds like quite the experience! I'm glad you made it through the work day, imagine if that'd happened while you were still at work... I've always loved the idea of someone just dumping shit out of their undies and it's never used enough. I've had to do it once or twice too ;)
Hyperfarts need to get touched on more. The raw potential is there I mean imagine:Someone (Maybe an unusual gassy office worker or An office administrator that has an unusual stomach bug) dropping a huge pent up fart clearing out a whole office building.
Nobody knows what’s going on, but all they hear a deep rumbling sound that sounds like a thousand lower pitched tubas playing at once which makes everyone in the building confused and probably chalking it up to construction until the smell starts to invade and suddenly everyone is reeling back and trying to escape.
OR someone has to pitch a company idea and since they’re nervous, their stomach starts to bubble. they try to hold it in as much as they can until they can’t anymore and release the most nastiest fart ever heard by anyone in the meeting room with the fart bubbling out of them and completely filling the room. As much as they want to stop, they just can’t and at this point the employee doesn’t want to because it feels too good to them, so much to the point that they even start to push harder to get it all out, much to the other employees and the boss’s dismay as they choke on the methane being released.
(Bonus)
After the fart ends (and everyone in that conference room is passed out) the employee is hit with another cramp as another long bubbly fart comes out of them as they start to take a nasty shit in their tight office pants.
I’m imagining someone who’s just… feeling sick. I’ve been a little obsessed with the idea of cult leaders recently, so maybe someone who has a whole harem of lovers to look after them.
Their belly is bloated and sore and tender, but they can’t seem to figure out why. After lunch, they find that they just can’t work because their pants are too tight and it hurts their belly, so they go sit down on the sofa and unbutton their pants. The moment they do that, a handful of lovers come over to service them, but then they realise that their leader isn’t feeling so good. Their belly is spilling out over the waistband of their underwear, taut and lined where their pants dug in.
“Where’s it hurting?” the lovers coo as two of them sit next to the leader, and one of them positions themself on the floor in between their knees. The moment they put a hand on their tummy and grimace, there’s three different hands descending on their abdomen too, rubbing and massaging to try and soothe the ache. The leader doesn’t have to say a thing - all their pain is written on their face and expressed in the way they arch their back to push their aching tummy into their waiting hands.
“My belly isn’t feeling so good,” the leader admits, moaning as a hand jostles their stomach, making them burp. The lovers work together to make their leader feel better, and they coax up a number of burps before turning to their guts. That part of their belly is definitely bloated, and the rubbing causes their upset belly to rumble and churn.
“I’m… I’m going to fart. You’d better move,” the leader warns, and the lover on the floor only giggles before getting up to sit behind them, stroking their hair and shoulders gently as the other two continue to rub their belly. A loud fart rips out of the leader, and they blush. They’re uncharacteristically shy about passing gas, and they try to clench up, but their lovers don’t let them. All three of them encourage them to fart and push, because they can’t stand to see their beloved leader feeling so miserable thanks to a bellyache.
The leader still isn’t feeling too well, because their tummy is cramping up now, feeling tight and agitated. Although they’re trying to relax and enjoy the ministrations offered by all three, their tummy just has other plans. The leader is finding it hard to sit still as their belly squeezes painfully and grumbles loudly enough to be heard. “Oh god, my stomach,” the leader moans, their hands over their lovers’ hands on their upset belly. “It hurts so badly. It’s killing me.”
“Just let go,” one of the lovers advises, and that’s exactly what the leader does next. They have no choice - all three hands descend on their sick tummy and push right below their navel, causing their system to be overwhelmed. With a whimper, the great and mighty leader begins to mess their pants uncontrollably, their upset belly pushing out what’s making them hurt so badly inside.
