Imagine installing a toilet at your FC’s house. It’s their only bathroom and they’re very impatient to use it. They’re about to have an accident and the toilet’s still not ready to use. You watch them use the wastebasket as a toilet.
I’m so turned on by the idea of someone talking while grunting. Talking about how it feels while they push and strain, squeezing their knees to their chest. Things like “it’s a big one”, “Here it comes” etc while grunting hard. They’re breaking a sweat and their poor bottom is sore but it makes them hard to be so vulnerable and pathetic in front of their partner, who smiles softly and condescendingly while helping spread their ass cheeks.....🥵
Same, I’m super into that. The more vocal and pathetic sounding they are, the better 👌. Long, guttural groans. Short grunts that almost sound like they’re clearing their throat. “It’s coming out. Ohhh, I’m pooping.” Whining about how big it is and how much it’s stretching them. “I’m not done yet. I can feel more in there, just need to- unngh- push it out.” “Rub my tummy for me, help me squeeze it all out. Please. Mm, it’s working. Don’t stop.” Or something like, “spread my cheeks. I need all the help I can get with this one.”
Although there is something to be said about someone who’s so focused on unloading that they’re completely still and silent. They just stare at you with their face screwed up and red while their hole makes those embarrassing crackling noises. Only when they’re basking in the afterglow of relief do they start saying things like, “I really needed that. I haven’t shit in so long.” “I feel much lighter.” “I thought it was never gonna end.” “I really gotta watch what I eat. Chew my food better.” Lol idk, stuff like that. But yeah, good stuff anon 👀
Just curious- current fixation? Any specific senarios really got you going recently?
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oh maaaan I've just been thinking about huge loads constantly lately 💀 and bonus points if it's an urgent, built up dump done somewhere other than a toilet 😰🥵
like, someone hauling around such a dense weight in their gut, their cheeks held tight to keep it inside while their bowels are readying to drive it out of them, that hot, hard pressure right behind their asshole as they try to keep it from poking out, fighting the overwhelming urge to just push.... and the decision is made in a split second to let it happen, they're not on a toilet but it doesn't matter in the slightest when they yank down their pants (or don't 👀) and they're bearing down and heaving the fat, heavy log from their guts, jaw dropped and panting at the relief of it, feeling it stretch and drag and go on and on as the monstrous thing coils out of them......... yeah,,,, that 😳😩
Your FC rubs their gut in frantic circles and shuffles from foot to foot. Tears sting their eyes and they barely manage to swallow back a sob. It’s absolutely tortuous knowing relief awaits them behind the locked door.
The log is right at their backdoor, but no matter how hard they strain they can’t get it out. Now and then they manage to squeeze a fart from around the stool but instead of being satisfied they’re just frustrated that they can’t push out more.
Every night, they give themselves a belly rub with as much pressure as the hard, round mass can take. Their mornings often start with them waking up to an inch of hard shit poking out. They’re so overcome with the need to push that they roll over to put pressure on their belly and strain, clutching at the sheets and groaning into their pillow. They end up having to break it off with their fingers and proceed with their morning completely frustrated. As they spend their days lugging around what feels like a wrecking ball instead of a belly, they hope and pray for relief.
They’re walking in a public area when the urge to shit hits them out of nowhere and stops them in their tracks.
Imagine A changing B's soaked diaper, but when they toss out the old diaper, B suddenly grimaces and whines as they uncontrollably start to poop on the changing table they're laying on.
Oh gosh this!
And A rushes over to comfort them and rub their stomach, "Oh baby, you werent empty yet were you?" or "Im so sorry honey, I didnt know you had to go number 2." UGH I love it😩👌
For me a little below "A uncontrollably pooping their diaper" is "A uncontrollably pooping somewhere that isnt their diaper or their pants." But that's for another post...
I love the intimacy of casual messing while gaming. Like A and B are just playing some video games together and B starts squirming in their seat and letting out little grunts and A looks over and B is just grunting and pushing a load of poop into their diaper, and it’s bulging and squishing in the back. And A watches and teases them a little like “Good thing you were wearing a diaper, huh? Don’t even have to stop the game.”
Imagine live chat is on and A has to quickly mute themselves before everyone hears B pushing.
Dreaming of a movie theater where you can just pee and shit freely on the floor and the seats. Everything's waterproofed and you just take your bottoms off when you sit down, so you can just go whenever and let it all end up on the floor. At the end it's all washed away ready for the next showing.
god yeah 😵💫 plus popcorn is high in fiber so people scarfing down buckets of buttery popcorn would just make them feel the urge to go. the seats could all be open at the bottom like a toilet, so no more rushing to the bathroom mid movie and fearing everything you've missed, you can just let the floodgates open right where you sit. it's a popular theatre so most bookings are sold out, and you'll have to get used to the way you can hear every detail of the toilet habits of the person next to you 😳 all the grunts and sighs and any gas they pass as they work out a load, not to mention their bladder capacity as it hisses onto the floor beneath you all. better hope you don't run into a crush or else you're going to become intimately acquainted with their bodily functions 🥴
hiii 🪄 anon here again. sorry for the delay but ive been recovering from my finals at uni. part of the reason i had such a bad time was because i would constantly get unlucky and feel the urge to piss and shit in the middle of exams, which was quite distracting. but ive been thinking: what if there was a uni where i didnt have this problem?
imagine a university that is always on the bleeding edge of experimentation. so much so that, when their environmental sustainability and water usage become a problem, they are willing to do something radical: get rid of all toilets. bathrooms now have sinks in them and nothing else. the solution they decide on is to turn every seat in every lecture hall and classroom into a toilet chair. every seat now has a hole in the center and a bucket underneath it so that if a student has to piss or shit they don't need to disrupt the lecture or exam by getting up to go to the bathroom. they can just relax their body and let all that waste just fall out of them directly into the bucket
this can be a surprise to students who are not used to this, because obviously this can be embarrassing to people who aren't used to letting other people watch them use the toilet. but they quickly come around. if not because of the convenience of being able to relieve oneself anytime (including during exams), then because of the fact that pissing and shitting with an audience the size of a lecture hall turns out to be actually quite exciting. in fact most students are so comfortable with it that even though you only have to pull your pants down when relieving yourself most students just immediately pull their pants down before sitting down so their assholes and dicks/pussies are on full display the entire lesson
and everyone is totally chill about it too. nobody is ever judgmental, when a dense stream of piss begins to flood out from someone's genitals or their asshole puckers and stretches to release a lengthy rope of shit in the middle of a class, everyone treats that as normal. in fact it's not uncommon for people who piss out a large volume of urine or drop an impressively large amount of shit in the middle of a class to get positive attention from their preferred gender(s). (if you're sitting next to your friends and you are obviously in pain from struggling to shit out a really dry constipated turd or from squirting out a lot of liquidy diarrhea then they might lean over and ask if you're alright. other than that nobody will ever say anything.)
the professors don't treat the noise as a disturbance either, even the loudest sloppiest nastiest shits are treated as being about on par with a coughing fit in the middle of the class. of course it'd be hypocritical of them if they did since they also have to piss and shit in their seat in front of all of their students and if they were hard on anyone else they'd obviously get made fun of too. some professors are particularly impressive and can piss for a minute straight or drop a tremendously long and girthy log of shit while continuing to lecture, without so much as grunting or changing the tone of their voice.
you may be wondering: if people still have to wipe and wash their hands afterwards, don't they have to leave the classroom to do that anyways? isn't that still inefficient? the answer is that they don't need to, because every classroom also has student workers whose job it is to go around with rubber gloves and wet wipes and clean the cocks/pussies and assholes of anyone who pisses or shits in the middle of a class. occasionally the stimulation of having their asshole fingered with a cool wet wipe will cause someone to involuntarily fart, or even shit, directly onto their wiper's hands. this is quite rude to do on purpose, but if it's obviously an accident, the wipers are generally unoffended by it, and will laugh with you instead of at you
it's also the wipers' job to collect all of the waste from a classroom between classes and dump it into a large container, similar to a dumpster, for each building. with thousands of students this can be several tons of piss and shit per day, which is obviously too much to waste. it can be used as fuel for a bioreactor to generate electricity, or processed into fertilizer for the ag department, but either way their system is clearly much more sustainable and efficient than any other campus anywhere
peak waste collection occurs after early morning classes, when most students haven't had the opportunity to relieve themselves of a whole night's worth of highly concentrated urine and pent-up fermenting feces between waking up and getting to class. in addition, this is also when people drink the most coffee, which obviously stimulates their bladders and bowels even further. altogether, it's not unusual for almost every student in one of these classes to walk out after having dropped enough logs of shit to fill up their bucket completely and/or releasing so much deep yellow piss that their bucket is close to overflowing
there's also usually a large amount of waste collected mid-afternoon, a few hours after lunchtime. every dining hall offers food that is highly nutritious, containing lots of locally grown fruits and vegetables. this obviously means that everyone gets a lot of fiber in their diet, so everyone who eats the dining halls' food for every meal ends up being very regular, taking at least two healthy shits a day. but the high plant content also means that most people's shitholes spend the rest of the day trumpeting out vast quantities of highly noxious gas, ranging from brassy and loud to bassy and wet - an unintended consequence which doesn't benefit the university's sustainability initiative at all, but one that neither the students nor the faculty seem inclined to complain about
(also not story related but i ate a fuckton of spicy and greasy food today and i cant stop farting super bad. wish i had someone to huff it all up)
you always have such amazing things to read anon I love this idea 🤤 the lecture halls would probably have a cacophony of anxiety shits, sloppy, nervous farts or even frequent bladder leaks from the nerves, but with the new bathroom system in place it actually soothes their stomachs and helps them perform better, rather than affecting their test scores. the university can boast not only being environmentally friendly, but also improving their student's grade averages across the board! maybe other universities need to follow in their footsteps 😏
warnings: diapers, public messing, humiliation, desperation, punishment, constipation
pairing: gender neutral A x female partner B
a/n: sorry this took so long to post!!! i lost the hor-knee bug halfway through writing this and put it down for a minute but it’s back and it’s done :) it’s long asf too sorry lol
After A and B agreed that A would wear diapers full-time, they laid down some ground rules.
“I think it’s really important that you don’t take the diapers off without my permission. You should always use the diapers to go,” B said, sitting across from A at the dining table.
A didn’t disagree, but made an unsatisfied face. “I mean...what if I can make it to the toilet, though?”
“Baby, the whole reason we put you in diapers in the first place is because you can’t make it to the toilet on time! It will save you and me some grief if you just get used to the diaper. I do not want you taking it off without permission. Understood?” B said sternly.
A nodded, arms crossed. “I can only take it off to change myself when you’re not here.” They repeated the rules to themself. B nodded.
“That’s right,” she said. “And you’ll put a new one back on right afterwards. Trust me, sweetie. This is going to be good for you.” Then she stood up. “Okay, I have my appointment in a few minutes. I’m gonna go. But I won’t be too long. Be good!” She kissed A’s forehead on her way out the front door.
A huffed and sat on the couch. Their tummy had been gurgling for an hour or so. They surely would be able to poop soon...maybe even in the toilet, since B was gone. A took a deep breath and did a test push into the seat of their diaper. Nothing. No movement.
They sighed and turned on the Xbox to play till something happened.
A half-hour later, a fart was pressing hard against their anus. They bore down slightly and blasted a dry fart into the diaper. Then something began to descend. They could feel something wide and firm forcing its way towards the exit. It wasn’t there yet, but it was urgent enough for A to pause their game, and make their way to the toilet, despite B’s explicit instruction.
They didn’t bother closing the bathroom door since B was not home. They pulled the diaper off. The cool air send chills over their private parts and their exposed bottom. Their anus flexed instinctively at being near the toilet. It was ready to come out now.
A lowered their bum onto the cold toilet seat, feeling like an adult finally for the first time in weeks. A stream of piss began trickling from them as the pressure on their bottom grew stronger and stronger. As the last of the piss dribbled out, A heard their anus crackling wide open, and the head of a firm sausage emerged before A even had to push. They let it hang for a moment, and it felt so good to be stretched so wide around the turd.
As they were reveling in the feeling, they heard the front doorknob turn. The poop sucked back up into A’s bottom and they felt themself flood with fear.
“A? Baby?” B called.
“Just a s-second!” A yelled, hoping B didn’t come looking for them. Oh, how they wished they’d closed the bathroom door.
Just as A was about to get off the toilet and put their diaper back on, the poop wanted out, as if it was angry at A for forcing it back inside. Their gut contracted hard and they grunted, pushing the tough head of the poop back out.
“A?” B said again, her voice getting closer. “Did you say something?”
“N-“ A tried to call out, but their tummy threatened to force a grunt out of them once more. Finally they couldn’t hold it back. A forceful, drawn-out throaty sound came from their mouth as they strained the poop through their anus. Then B appeared in the bathroom doorway.
She raised her eyebrows at the sight of A, legs spread on the toilet, red-faced and grimacing up at them guiltily. “What are you doing?” She asked quietly.
“Pooping,” A said shamefully, panting from the exertion. “I just wanted to try going on the toilet again! Please don’t be mad at me!”
B sat on the bathtub edge across from the toilet and spread A’s knees, seeing a smooth, firm log crackling from A’s bum. As she watched, A gave a forceful push, and B saw the poop pick up speed, then it plopped down into the toilet. A’s anus closed back up.
“Please, I’m so sorry, I just really didn’t want to go in the diaper today!” A pleaded, reaching for the toilet paper. B grabbed their wrist.
“No, no wiping. Lay down and I’ll get the wipes. Let’s get that diaper back on you.” She helped A into their back. “And let’s flush this away,” she said, looking at the solid log in the toilet. She pulled the lever.
“Are you going to punish me?” A asked as B began to wipe their hole with a wet wipe. B sighed.
“It’s not going to be a punishment so much as a reminder,” B said. “But we’ll deal with that later. Let’s go to bed.”
Too afraid to ask more, A let B do up their diaper and take them to the bedroom.
The next few days were uneventful, but A remained suspicious. What would they punishment entail?
B spent the days practically spoon-feeding A all their favorite foods: pizza, pasta, fries, the works. A was wary of what these delicious foods meant for their punishment, for they were sure it meant something — but they were a sucker for all the yummy greasy treats and tried to push suspicion from their mind as they dived in. It wasn’t till the third night that they felt something was very wrong.
I haven’t pooped, they thought, feeling their stomach. That was when they filled with dread suspecting what B was going to do to them.
B slipped something into A’s drink the next morning.
“What is that?” A said, eyeing their glass of water.
“It’s your punishment. Or, your reminder,” she said. “It’s a little tablet that will get your tummy ready for what I have planned today.”
“Which is?” A asked nervously.
“I have lots of errands to do and I thought you could come with me,” B said casually. “Grocery store, pharmacy, starbucks...”
“Is this going to make me poop?” A asked, staring at the plate of breakfast food they’d just emptied.
“Just drink it darling. Don’t worry, I’ll be with you the whole time.” B soothed.
As she stared at A, they raised their water glass to their lips and downed it, punishment pill and all.
A tried to forget about the mysterious pill as they accompanied B on her day’s errands. They got coffee first. A didn’t want any, fearing the coffee would speed up their bowels, but B just smiled, kissed their cheek, and order them a big iced latte.
“Not even with almond milk?” A said as they waited for their order. “You know what dairy does to my tummy.”
B hummed. “I do. That’s why I ordered it for you. We’re going to see just exactly why it’s important for you to wear the diaper.” She patted A’s bottom loud enough for the crinkling diaper to sound.
A sipped their latte nervously in the car. Their tummy felt so full from breakfast, and from the past 3 days of food. So far it was just a deep twinging ache; not urgent yet, but A could tell their guts were getting ready to force out a barrage of pent-up turds.
“What was that pill?” A asked again, squeezing their legs together.
B chuckled. “Are you feeling icky?”
“Yes,” A said, aggravated now. “What was the pill?”
“It’s a digestion aid.”
“What kind of aid??”
“It stimulates bowel contractions, and helps add some...bulk.”
“What??? My shits are already big as is!!” A blushed at their own desperation to gain control of the situation. “I don’t need that stupid pill. It’s just going to make me uncomfortable.”
“Sweetie, I promise you don’t have to worry about a thing. It’s not going to harm you, and I’ll make sure no one gives you any trouble.”
“Why would they give me trouble?? Are you going to force me to-“ they almost couldn’t finish the sentence, the thought was too terrible. She won’t make me poop my diaper in public, will she? They thought.
B just turned into the parking lot of the pharmacy with a small smile. “Don’t worry about it,” she said.
While B talked to the pharmacist, A said in a chair and squirmed. The pressure building in their gut was coming on faster and stronger than A thought it would. It was becoming hard to take their mind off it.
At this point, A hoped B would just let them mess their diaper in the car, rather than the grocery store. I’ll try to do it on the next drive, they thought to themself, hoping the massive dump would be ready in time.
“Please hurry,” A was bobbing their knees watching B collect her medicine from the pharmacist. The pressure was begging to be released just a little bit, and A relaxed their bottom slightly. A crackling fart shot into their diaper, wetter and louder than they were expecting. The poop would definitely be ready soon.
B turned around. “Mm, getting closer, baby?” She said, patting A on the shoulder. A was mortified, sure the pharmacist had heard their fart.
“Let’s just go,” A mumbled, standing up. B held their hand as they exited the pharmacy.
A massages their tummy in the car, readying themself to push out their dump before arriving at the grocery store. As B turned on the car, A bore down, trying not to grunt as to not alert B.
Immediately a series of painful loud farts came out. A groaned softly. B looked at them.
“Your cheeks are pink,” she noted warningly. “Are you pushing?”
A shook their head quickly. “No, just...trying to relieve some pressure, that’s all.”
“You are not to poop until it’s absolutely necessary. I don’t want you wearing a messy diaper for longer than you need to.”
A made a noise of frustration. “I don’t want to poop in the store!! Please can I just do it now? It feels ready,” they said. their recent farts had their hole feeling a lot looser, and they could feel a heavy load descending into their colon.
B shook her head. “No, you’re going to wait till it comes out on its own. You can push when your body pushes for you.”
A was too aggravated to say anything else, so they just continued letting hot, silent farts seep into their diaper, trying desperately to alleviate the aches in their tummy.
By the time they pulled into the grocery store parking lot, A felt the sudden intense urge to let it all out. Their anus burned and a tiny fart escaped. The whined and groaned again, wanting so badly to bear down but too embarrassed to beg again. B turned off the car. “Okay, let’s go in. Want to push the cart for me?”
A glared at her and got out of the car gingerly, walking slowly with their thighs clenched. They grabbed a cart on their way in and B lead them to the produce section.
A’s grip on the cart handle tightened as they drew in a sharp breath. Their stomach twisted and cramped viciously, a horrid pain overtaking their entire gut and forcing them to bend over. “Oh god, oh god, no,” they whined. A fart shot into the diaper, not loud enough to alert nearby shoppers, but loud enough for B to hear and chuckle.
“Oh, poor baby. Having trouble holding it?” She put a bunch of bananas in the cart. A’s face twisted with the effort to resist the urge to relax and push, hunched over in the grocery store. So they just nodded.
“Mmhmm,” they groaned, trying to stand up straight and keep pushing the cart forward. The urge subsided gradually, but A feared its return — they could tell the next contraction would be too demanding to resist.
The two made their way around the store, A whining and squirming quietly like a child. They would feel the irresistible childish urge to bend their knees each time they stopped walking, so they would rush B frequently.
“Please please can we go?” A whined. A woman in the dairy section looked over at A pitifully. A blushed hard. “B, please. I’m desperate and my tummy hurts and I just wanna leave.”
“I’m not done shopping yet, sweetie,” B lead them to the baby section. “We need to pick up some more diapers for you, seeing as you’re about to fill this one.” She giggled and the woman heard, shooting them a confused, embarrassed look. A was horrified.
Then it was happening. A hot, painful fart forced its way out of A, and a brutal contraction seized their stomach. “Ow!! Fuck, fuck, fuck,” they moaned, tears prickling their eyes. “B, I really can’t hold it, I can’t, I can’t,” they said.
B knew they were truly desperate now. “Okay, honey, good. You can let it go. Do you want me to help you into the cart so you can focus on pooping?”
A nodded and resisted the urge as much as possible while B helped them climb into the bed of the shopping cart, which was empty enough that they could sit in a low squat with their legs spread comfortably. Once they were situated and B began pushing the cart through the busy baby food isle, A decided they had no option but to let go.
While staring up at the ceiling lights, they drew in a massive breath, and bore down, grunting shortly. A man shopping next to their cart looked around suddenly and was met with the view of A’s reddening face, and their crinkly white diaper beneath their thin leggings.
“Please...gggnnnnnngg...don’t look at me,” A whined and grunted pitifully, trying not to look the man in the eyes. The man was alarmed and quickly turned back around.
B chuckled. “Sorry, don’t mind them. They’re totally backed up, but looks like it’s finally ready to come out, huh?” She smiled down at A, who was frustratedly launching into another push.
They could feel their anus flexing out, but the hole remained shut tight, despite the enormous urge to unload. “It won’t come out,” A heaved, sweat beginning to glisten on their forehead.
B pushed the cart towards checkout, where there was a long line of customers with full carts. “Keep trying, darling. Try holding your knees.”
“I don’t want anyone to hear me,” A said quietly as they drew nearer to the shoppers in line.
“It’s a natural process sweetie, everyone understands that. Just focus on getting your poop out.” B smiled down at them. “Now let me see you push.”
A could not think of anything else to do, so they propped their feet up on the baby seat portion of the cart, and began grunting, overcome with the primal urge to force their anus open. They screwed their eyes shut.
“Good job, that’s a good push,” B said, caressing their knee. “Is it coming out?”
“It’s....hnnnng....hnnnng!!!!! It’s starting to open up my bottom,” A grunted. A prickling sensation spread through their anus as it started to dome downward, a knobbly wide stool working its way out. “I just need to...HHNNG..push!!!”
A woman in front of them in line turned around. “Oh, poor thing. Are they constipated?” She said to B. B nodded. “They have a hard time using the potty at home so sometimes we have to use diapers. Isn’t that right, baby?”
A tried to hide their face, but their stomach was forcing them to push hard, and the urge to spread their legs wider overcame them. They used their hands to pull their knees to their chest, and with a grunt that was nearly a yell, they felt the tip of their poop widen their anus. “Ggggggggrrrrggg....it’s coming!!” They grunted. Their chest heaved. A pebble fell into the seat of their diaper.
“That’s it, baby,” B said, placing her hand on the bottom of the diaper. She felt something rock hard push against it.
A felt like they were being split in half by how wide and rocky their stool was. Its tip finally touched the diaper. “I’m pooping,” they groaned uncontrollably. “Hnng, I’m pooping now, please don’t look!!”
B just hummed comfortingly and the woman in front of them in line giggled softly. A’s loud efforts were drawing a small crowd of onlookers. “Don’t watch me!” They begged through a grunt. “I’m pooping!!”
B began loading groceries onto the conveyer belt when they were next in line at the cashier. She acted casually, as if A was not there. A’s stomach was kicking into reflex mode now was the first section of their log thudded like a stump into their diaper. It grew harder to push out the poop as the diaper filled, but their stomach demanded to be emptied and simply forced them to grunt out rock after rock. They made animalistic sounds of effort, strain and humiliation as the diaper began to stretch, trying to accommodate their stool.
The cashier looked at them sympathetically as she rang up B’s purchases. “Are you okay?” She asked.
A was delirious, not even ashamed anymore. “Yes, I’m just...hnnnng...I’m pooping,” they said, pushing as they shared eye contact with the stranger.
“I can see that,” she said. Her and B shared a knowing glance.
“It’s big and hard so I’m...hmmmmg..having a hard time,” A reached down and felt the diaper expanding and growing heavy.
“Well, good luck finishing off that stinker,” the cashier said, handing B her receipt.
A smiled shakily as a softer log coiled out of them. B pushed the cart towards the exit while A was still lost in their own little world, now completely acting on instinct as the rode the waves of peristalsis ushering smooth turds from their loosened bottom.
“Wow, you are a super pooper,” B said as she pushed the cart to their car and unlocked it. “Are you done yet?”
A shook their head, getting to their hands and knees in the cart. Hot, loose pieces of poop came now, sending farts out with each contraction of A’s gut.
“Let me help you into the car. You can finish pooping on the drive home, okay?” B said.
“Okay, just let me...uggh,” a loud fart and a squelching sound came from A’s bottom. Then they stood on shaky knees and let B help them step out of the cart. While B put the cart away, A leaned with their head against the car and their bottom pushed out, not caring that strangers could see them, and let soft, demanding poop spew from their anus.
B came back and helped A slowly into the car, while their legs shook furiously and their hole flexed in and out like pair of lips puckering. Finally they were seated in the passenger seat, with their feet up on the dash, comfortably pooping again, forcing the final segments of stool out into the stuffed diaper.
B got into the drivers seat and looked over at A. “You looked so beautiful in there,” she said. “Working so hard to empty yourself.”
A breathed heavily and the scent of their massive dump filled the car. “Thanks,” they said. They weren’t even annoyed anymore that B forced them to shit in public, they were just glad to be finally empty.
When they got home, B changed A’s diaper and put on a fresh one, then let A take a nap. They were simply exhausted.
My obsession with potties(I guess that's just all I think of now) continues but slightly different. REMEMBER THIS IS ALL ABDL
A Care Giver telling their little to sit on the toilet/potty.
A little with a penis who needs to pee super badly being told to kneel Infront of the potty to aim or being told they're wayy to little to stand to pee.
A little being made to sit on the potty while their CG runs them a bath.
A little and their CG being on a road trip and the little has to poop in their travel potty because there isn't a toilet nearby.
A little who always wakes up desperate having a potty right next to their bed, they might even use it while big sometimes.
A little who's sick having a messy accident and gets told they have to sit on the potty for longer than usual incase they didn't finish pooping.
Agree so much about the potty training!! So many cute ways for relief!
- a little nearly filling a plastic potty bc it’s been so long since they pooped, maybe squatted over it in the living room???
-desperately going on the floor in front of the potty bc they didn’t make it
-a little being softly teased by their caregiver as they totally unload into it, about how bad they had to go..
-a CG hiding the potty chair
-doing “bare bum” training
-a little with a penis squatting over the potty chair, and starting to make a big urgent poop but also starting to pee, but there’s not enough room for it to go in the bowl at the same time they’re pooping, and they can’t stop bc of how badly it needed to come out, so they peepee onto the floor in front of them while pushing the rest out in the potty chair
-a little hiding and making a pile somewhere that’s not the potty bc they’re too embarrassed to do it in the potty
potty training is just perfect 😩💕
Yes to all of those, I'm so glad other people get it!
As someone who's not great at writing at all, I really wish more people in the abdl community would write about potty training or, at least, going in potties.
I'm out and have to piss and i have nowhere to go. So my partner takes off their coat and hold it against my cunt as I wet his coat.
This is hot AF and has so many possibilities...
maybe it's very very cold out and he's wearing a long coat, so the lower part of it can be lifted up and put between your legs, you could both be standing and just look like you're huddling/sheltering from the cold while you wet
or maybe it's a lighter jacket and you've been desperate and squirming for a while and finally he just pulls off his coat and balls it up, stuffs it in between your legs, you could be shaking and sitting on a park bench or squatting down beside a car
A steps through the door, home after a long day at work. "B! I'm home!" he yells to his partner, until he sees B, sitting on the couch, weakly holding their bloated stomach.
"Awh baby, are you alright?" A asked, dropping to his knees in front of B, concerned.
"Fuck, not really babe.. I've been super.... constipated for like..4 days now" B replies quietly, eyes down and face turning slightly red.
A's heart leaps a little, both from concern for his partner, but also an arousal that surprises him
"Oh my darling, I didn't even notice I've been so busy! I'm so sorry baby." he replies, hand going to rest on A's tummy "why don't i give you a belly rub to try and get things moving?" he offers
B's face gets almost redder "Oh but A! Won't it be all gross? this is embarrassing...."
A rises from his knees and sits next to his partner, placing both hands on B's stomach "nonsense my darling, let me do this for you"
And with that A begins to rub, quite firmly on B's stomach, who lets out a gasp and a-
*BRRrAAAAffPPPppp*
"Oh fuck! that wasn't supposed to come out, i couldn't hold it.. that was so embarrassing..." B covers their face with their hands
A, feeling himself twitch in his pants from the fart B just accidentally let out, only keeps rubbing "this is what this is for baby~ let it alllll out. you're gonna feel so much better.
B, still hiding their face allows another shorter fart to exit them as response. They have to admit, it does feel really good after so long of being backed up
A keeps rubbing "come on baby let it out"
*ffffrRRAPppp* *PRRAPppp* *fprrrp*
B moans quietly at the gas exiting them, their stomach deflating as the minutes tick by
"Ohhh fuck A, i feel... i think i feel it coming"
"oh that's great baby! I have an idea, so we can get this out of you, why don't you just take your pants off and try and poop here? so it comes out easier?"
B finally takes their hands down to look at A
"huh? but isn't that-" but then they finally glance down, seeing A fully hard. "oh"
A looks away, a little bashful
"you just want to watch me shit here, don't you?" B accuses, playfully "want to hear me fart a little more too? here, i got another for you. HNGG-"
*bbbBBBRRRAPPFFPPPPPpppff*
the long bubbling fart that comes out of B surprises them both. they make eye contact, both now blushing intensely
"fuck A, I totally gotta shit now"
"God B.... youre so hot. Alright, lets get this poop out of you huh?" and A begins to rub again as B pulls and kicks their pants and underwear off
*FFPRPPP* *PPPFFttttpp*
"oh god A it's coming, fuck i'm gonna shit~"
*pppprARRPTTTTBLOrtrttt*
B moans loudly as a wave of rock hard shit bursts out of them onto the floor below
"fuck oh my god B, you're so good baby"
"hah- that felt good, but im not done yet, hnGG-"
and shit just continues to fly out of B, finally unclogged and deflating after days worth shit was trapped inside. wet farts continue to spray out of them, accompanied by moans of the both of them, A now touching himself through the fabric of his pants
after B finishing unloading their backed up shit, they push a few extra trapped farts out as A cums in his pants at the sound
Thinking about someone being forced to give a stool sample at the doctor’s office while being observed by the doctor/nurses. They give the doctor a look of surprise when the doctor sets out a bedpan and asks them to squat. They immediately turn red and being protesting, but the thought of pooping and the sudden nervousness causes their stomach to begin churning. “I felt something nice and big in there when I felt your abdominal region earlier,” the doctor shakes his head and grins at the patient. “I’m sure you can push something out.”
Just then, the patient lets out a fart. They begin spluttering. “I don’t- I don’t need to poop, I’m just nervous,” they say. The doctor just smiles more, and sits down on his chair, legs crossed, waiting with his eyes focused on the patient.
They squirm now, mortified. Are they really about to poop in front of the doctor? The more they think about it, the more air seems to chug through their intestines, urging them to force out dry farts.
“There’s no need to be scared,” the doctor says. The patient avoids his eyes and weighs their options while sweat begins to bead on their forehead.
Suddenly their stomach cramps, slightly, but enough that it forces a small grunt from their lips. They look at the doctor, horrified at their moment of weakness. The doctor chuckles. “Come on, just let it out and it will all be over with,” he says. “Sounds like it’s coming soon wether you like it or not.”
They want to burst into frustrated tears as an ache begins to grow in their stomach. Whimpering, they pull off their pants and underwear, feeling cool air brush their skin. Just the act of undressing prepares his bowels for evacuation, and the urge grows immensely stronger within seconds. His breathing quickens as he gets gingerly into a squatting position.
“There we go. Alright, begin whenever you’re ready,” the doctor comes closer in his chair, so he’s eye-level with the patient’s bottom. The patient is practically dripping sweat with the effort to not blast hot farts into the doctor’s face.
“Please can I just be alone?” They squeak out, one more futile attempt to gain privacy. The doctor looks up at their face, smiles gently, and shakes his head.
“Nope, this is how we make sure we’re getting a fresh untampered sample,” he says. “Now come on, let it out.”
The patient’s legs are quaking ever so slightly as a cramp seizes their gut. A long dry fart whistles from their anus as it begins to stretch. They squeeze their eyes shut in shame, muttering incomprehensibly under their breath. “Please, no, please, no, not here,” they whine. Then they’re cut off by their own furious grunt as the urge to bear down becomes overwhelming. “Hhnnnnnnnng!”
They are horrified at their own primal noises. Their eyes open to see the doctor smiling pleasantly at them, then looking down at their doming anus. “Wow, are your movements usually this solid and difficult to get out?” He asks pleasantly.
“Y-yes,” the patient says shamefully. They stare at the doctor with glazed eyes as they begin another push. A loud fart pops out around the brick of poop widening their hole. They grunt loudly again, and it feels so good they almost don’t care that the nurses and other patients outside might hear them. Their stomach pulses with the urge to push as hard as possible to get the poop out. Its fat dry head is beginning to crown now, forcing their anus taut and wider than they’d ever seen it before.
“Good job,” the doctor says as he watches the patient’s bottom open wide for accommodate the load. He looks up into the patient’s glassy eyes, their face contorted in effort, strain, and humiliation. “This is hard work for you, huh?” He asks. The patient gets even redder, deepening their squat by leaning back on their hands and thrusting their pelvis forward. They are launched into another involuntary instinctive push, one that forces an animalistic grunt from their throat. They shake and shudder as the poop reaches its maximum width, bulging forth like a tree trunk from the earth.
“Here it comes,” they grunt out, taking in a massive breath. Their belly muscles tighten and constrict once more, and an almighty groan comes from their lungs. “It’s coming, it’s coming,” they say as the poop inches further out of their bum, rocky and glinting in the light. Finally it thuds into the bedpan, and the patient lets out an unencumbered sigh of relief.
